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Monday, February 23rd, 2004 05:21 am
hmm, how do I explain this? gah. different fandom conventions there?

For instance, there's no conventional ratings. There's just a note on whether it's "lemon", "lime", or "citrus". Lemon is fucking, lime is groping or oral, citrus is petting and snogging. All in all I find I like that system better than the ratings system which I never *could* make heads or tails of. I mean, fer gosh sakes, if you don't want anyone under a certain age to read it, labeling it with rating isn't going to help, really. All in all, it seems that the "ew!" factor was enough to keep most of my peer group from reading things we weren't prepared to handle. ::shrugs::

Oh, and I dunno, but yaoi just seems to be a highly...stylized? Compared to what slash is. More pink bubbles and dark rose petals and even the *suffering* is pretty. Really really pretty, in a way that slash isn't, and I KNOW I'm going to get arguments on this point from somewhere; but just the *feel* of it is less real and more...crystalline? Or just stylized.

Partly it's the source material I think, the highly exceptionally stylized art of very non-realistic features, in the way that "<3" is not a real, bloody and bleeding *heart*. It's *not* and is in no way realistic; it's fantastical and yaoi is less...gritty? than slash.

Knowing, also, that yaoi generally has a slightly younger fanbase, that might also explain some things.

Knowing, also, that there's been a mingling of the slash and yaoi fandoms these past few years and that I'm speaking from what I remember of the fandoms three years past.

Knowing, also, that yaoi comes more from a culture
of "perfection", and if it's your fantasy, why *not* make it perfect? (this is a rhetorical question. I am posing it in the mindset of another, "a walk in another's shoes" so to speak.)

I will state it plainly here: This IS a culture clash.

Say it with me now: Culture. Clash.

Different perspectives, different values. Easy to say, hard to live. And NO, there isn't really solid grounds for argument based on 'logic' in some issues, because while Person1 might think in terms of "A to B to C to D", Person2 might think in terms of "A to 1 to One to O", and Person3 might think in terms of "A > B > C and thus Cat".

Summary?

You can't make 'logical' arguments when your opponent's base values are different than yours.

Logic HAS no footing (no basis, support, or foundation) when the parties in discussion can't agree whether "1" means "first" or "least". Or for that matter, when neither party even realizes that there's a miscommunication along those lines.

::facepalm::

(btw, this is not directed to anyone. this has been stewing for a bit.)

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Oh btw.

This?

It's *exactly* what you think it is.

Ah, those Japanese. Shall we blame it on the hot springs and day-time porn? ;)

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Point of happiness:

Seeing this icon?

([livejournal.com profile] moondog's)

...makes me happy.

Also? Whenever [livejournal.com profile] viva_gloria writes I'm happy.

Go read (Some Say The World Will) End in Fire

It's only the second piece of Norse Mythology slash that I've come across. And oooooooh, but it's good. It's deathly good and I love it on many levels, 'cause it's layered and deals with the Odin/Loki dynamic so fabulously.

And, really, there should be more Norse!slash. There just should. Where else can you not only get superpowers and literal talking heads and the fabulously beautiful and the famously ripped and neat weaponry and angsty drama and the Original Armageddon...

And! Canon Mpreg! Canon! Mpreg!

...though it's a bit fucked up that Odin kept the kid for his war stallion; but hey, the whole thing was partly Loki's fault anyhoo. (oh, and Odin wasn't the dad. A horse was. And it's not really beastiality. Really. 'Cause shapechanger, y'know? erm. I'm kinda not helping the cause here, am I? ::cringe:: I'm still blaming it on the meds)
Monday, February 23rd, 2004 06:22 am (UTC)
OMG

WHEN I POSTED THAT I HADN'T HEARD THE FIONA LINE

OR SEEN THE BUTTERFLIES

NOW, CLEARLY, I HAVE

I want him in my house. forever. i LOVE him.

(This is SO making me think of the Potterpals. 'FOLLow the BUTTERflies, FOLLow the BUTTERflies, wheeeee, lalala'... And if you have no idea what that is, I likely sound completely insane now.)
Monday, February 23rd, 2004 06:39 am (UTC)
Her journal's friends only, cannae see it!

I am SO dead. It's pitch black and enclosed. But then, this is exactly how I like to slee--ZZZZZZZZZZ.

THE WOOBIE EYES WILL HAVE YOUR SOUL.

And I want them to. omg the CAT *attacks it with love*

And I don't even LIKE cats that much usually. Big cats, yes, smaller, not so much. But he's...yeah. Shiny boots and HAT.

(Anyone who isn't in the OUaTiM fandom clearly isn't weird enough to understand most of what we talk about, I say. :D)

oh man the phallicness. When does [livejournal.com profile] guede_mazaka get back? 29th? But dammit we need kitty porn!
Monday, February 23rd, 2004 06:51 am (UTC)
I've left a comment saying I'm friending [livejournal.com profile] _audrey, having realised she's that person I've been thinking of friending for AGES. *grin*

When you say kitty porn -- we really need to make this a new lj interest, btw -- do you mean the Sanzelle stuff, or has she done Puss In Boots? Because asjaskla;[sksjdljfdkdfdijgkg.

Methinks it would soon be corrupted into a threesome, which: licking! WHEE! It's all about the friction. A friend and I have a pairing...well...er. Okay, any original pairing you come up with? I can beat it for weirdness.

also? furballs.
oh...god. I just had orgasm face leading to hacking up furballs thoughts.

I'm going to find some way to blame you.

Monday, February 23rd, 2004 07:07 am (UTC)
want to smoosh it into one word?
Brilliant. I'm going to add sanzelle, too. *grins*

although knowing her muses it's probably bounding around her head already...
And that's why we love her. :D

::covers eyes::

we think too much alike.

And that's why I love YOU!

also? You HAVE seen how flexible cats are, yes? yes.
*sporfles* Yes, um, flexibility? Leads me to the thought I had when watching Desperado properly for the first time and seeing Quino doing that half split.

I have a Campa/Quino plot bunny in which they fuck in the desert purely because a)they're bored and horny, and b) they're showing off their moves to each other.
Monday, February 23rd, 2004 07:27 am (UTC)
I've gotta ask: *where* have I dropped that word?
I think, using my super weird memory, you said it in a comment on [livejournal.com profile] lil_neko's journal; reviewing a piece of fic, if I remember right, and you said about how it sounded like a dance. And I didn't actually comment but I saw it and grinned.

::brainsnoggered::
o_0! Is that having your brain snogged? *giggles* Whee!

and you know, I can see that...askjdgfuasgd!
EXACTLY! It works so well! I can't tell which one's which for sure but it'd be something like:

Campa: "I wish that you would stop doing that splits move, it looks stupid."

Quino: "You are simply jealous. You know it drives the women wild."

Campa: "Ha! You couldn't do it in a situation when your dick was leading your thoughts and you know it, so don't even try to tell me it's a pick up aid."

Quino: "...Care to place a bet?"
Monday, February 23rd, 2004 07:51 am (UTC)
I can't help but feel that for the next few moments after that converstation, after Campa takes him up on the bet that is, that they putter around a bit for a way to actually settle the bet...
Oh, yes. Yes they do.

My mind, of course, always jumps to the image mid fuck with Campa on his knees behind Quino and Quino SOMEHOW going into the split, and with the jerk-out-spread of his legs he slips down and so Campa finds himself jolting further in, a slick slide and then tensing across and around him, Quino's taut back smacking into his chest.

Yes I've thought about this a lot.

Brain. Shiny.
Monday, February 23rd, 2004 07:57 am (UTC)
It's the...the thought of the muscles and the...sort of...cross tightening with the leg going and the other one going the other waaaay...and the...inside... I mean it brings a whole new meaning to the idea of 'scissoring' fingers.
Monday, February 23rd, 2004 08:18 am (UTC)
And Quino can't hold onto the dirt, can't grip the sand, his hands know hard and leather and so he braces one on Campa's thigh and reaches up and behind him and over with the other, clutches at Campa's shoulder and digs his blunt nails into the skin, practically holding the shoulder wingbone as Campa moves his arms around and pulls his body back. The skin is dark, tough, moving over strong and corded muscles (because think of him, holding that guitar case with the flame thrower inside in one hand), and he throws back his head to rest on his own hand and stares up at the darkening expanse of sky.

Because I can so, SO see them, small figures against this grainy orange-yellow area as the evening just starts to press the blue down from the sky.
Monday, February 23rd, 2004 09:53 am (UTC)
ashashshh

And Quino would look out across the shades of blue-black and grey rolling off around them in flats and rises like the muscles under both of his palms, and laugh. "Sí. And as my payment..."

And Campa would open his eyes, short eyelashes skritching and sticking over Quino's damp-drying skin, and ask "...What?" And he would move a little, not much, just an unconscious shift in anticipation that would move Quino, braced across his thighs; make Quino's hand spasm over the tiny hairs on the tops of his legs and the tight muscle underneath in contrast to his softening length), and Quino would swallow his half-moan, and reply...

"Let me move outta this split before I cramp."
Monday, February 23rd, 2004 12:33 pm (UTC)
This little snippet of round robin pr0n was exactly what I needed after spending two hours in a History seminar discussing the causes of WWII (and an hour and a half in the reference and periodicals sections of my colleges library looking for articles on prisoners of war before that).

That, plus the entire concept of Puss n'Boots/El-Kitty/Pretty Blind Gringo-Kitty made my day. Which probably means something worrying about my mental health.
Monday, February 23rd, 2004 12:37 pm (UTC)
hahaha! Oh, you're very welcome - I love a good random writing session, especially when it's a bunny that's been POKING ME, and my [livejournal.com profile] permetaform always gets exactly where I'm coming from and throws stuff back that makes me just...sigh.
*grins*

And I'm doing WWI stuff in college, at the mo, so I have SOME idea how you feel.
Tuesday, February 24th, 2004 02:44 am (UTC)
what say you to compiling this sucker and perhaps plumping it up a bit??
Each keyboard mash so far, times ten.
Except you're like one of the most stunning writers ever, so forgive me if I stop to flail every now and then.