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----- LJ, your layout format changes fucking BLOW. Do not like. Ugh. Do you WANT us all to flee to DW? I like having the tags at the top of a post. And I do not want that ugly font or layout for comment pages.

+ yagkyas fics are posted! Om nom, all that fic to read once my break starts tonight! Just, you know, I'll have to read it in the ugly, unwieldy new format. On my phone. Yay?


ETA: I had an old Dreamwidth that I never really updated. Made a new one, as asimplechord.

From an Out interview re: slash fanfiction.

In Nasa/Trek: Popular Science and Sex in America, academic Constance Penley asks the obvious question: Why are women fans so alienated from their own bodies that they can write erotic fantasies only in relation to a non-female body? She surmises that perhaps men’s bodies are simply easier to fantasize with because they aren’t the legal, moral, religious battleground that women’s bodies are.

While I know organic sexual preferences are neither elective nor politically motivated, I couldn’t help but feel, as a heterosexual female, that there was something self-assassinating and a little bit politically disturbing about the M/M fiction I read.


I haven't read Penley's work before, and am not clear why this should be the direction the journalist takes this article.

But I have to ask... does anyone ask a straight man why he's so alienated from his body if he gets off on f/f porn? REALLY?


Once again, main-stream media makes fandom look stupid.

>>>>>:/

This entry was originally posted at http://favoritemistake.dreamwidth.org/6410.html.

OK, so I'm reading this m/m ebook, Lessons in Love, right? I mentioned it a couple of posts ago, for the "fictional book" entry of the 30-day meme.

Yeah. Being as two Fellows at Cambridge could lose their positions (or be sentenced to two years' hard time, like Oscar Wilde) back in that era, the sexual part of the relationship between the two main characters is developing slowly, behind closed and locked doors. Which I'm fine with. There's something about that era that, despite behind-closed-doors Victorian licentiousness, makes restraint sort of fitting, to me. Plus, part of the focus has been on the mystery of two murders in their college.

But. BUT.

In an effort to make progess with their physical relationship, one of the characters tells the other about his past, complete with abuse by other boys at his boarding school. And then. THEN. HIS FIRST LOVE. His first love was so perfect and wonderful that he volunteered at a soup kitchen, where he caught TB AND DIED.

I AM SRSLY SITTING HERE WITH A OMGWTF EXPRESSION ON MY FACE. Hey, hi, just when I was thinking that you WEREN'T badfic, this scene came along and changed my mind.