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lunabee34 ([personal profile] lunabee34) wrote2006-05-12 11:48 pm

Lorraine Bares her Ass, so to Speak

Warning: Yes, it's that time. Lorraine!Sharing time.

I've been thinking lately about the way fanfic has altered the way I think about RL. For instance, in the matter of butt-loving--prior to my immersion in fanfic, I'd had a wretched encounter with an idiot who thought Carmex has an off-label use as lube and another situation not of my choosing or under my control. Suffice it to say that I was extremely disinterested in anal sex. But then I started reading slash, and I thought, if Xander likes it more than even chocolate, there's gotta be something to this thing. And, by god, even though I don't have a magical orgasm button prostate, there is!! So here's an instance of fanfic challenging my perceptions and allowing me to have a positive experience I probably wouldn't have had otherwise.

But then I got to thinking. Surely the converse is true. Although it's never been my extreme good fortune experience to participate in a threesome, I"m sure they don't proceed as smoothly, non-jealously, and non-awkwardly as they do in fanfic. So I'm wondering: 1. have any of you had an experience like mine where fanfic opened up anvenues for you and changed your mind about something or 2. have any of you been disillusioned by fanfic, disappointed by fanfic portrayals vs. reality?

Also in a randomness, earlier this week, when I was sad, it rained--a great wall of water that fell to the earth and shattered. I wrote a letter and stood in the parking lot and let it fall into the wet at my feet. I expected the ink to run and become indecipherable and the paper to melt. Neither of these things happened. It was utterly lacking as a symbolic gesture.

Re: This Is My Dance Space, This is Your Dance Space

[identity profile] hermionesviolin.livejournal.com 2006-05-14 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Point taken. I'm actually thinking more about pre-sex scenes than sex scenes -- and unfortunately can't think of any specific examples to point to -- and more about using it as a shorthand to get the characters out of having to actually talk to each other, like it solves the pesky "Mal doesn't wanna talk about his feelings (for Inara)" problem if Inara can just look at him and know everything. And this is something of a bad example because Inara is Trained to be able to read people and see what they don't want to say, but I still feel like I've seen a number of fanfic instances in which it goes way beyond that, and also in which it is done with characters who aren't Trained like that.

Re: This Is My Dance Space, This is Your Dance Space

[identity profile] executrix.livejournal.com 2006-05-14 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
repling to hermionesviolin:
In any society, the less-powerful social group gets more training in figuring out the more-powerful than vice versa, so I think that even RL women who aren't Companion-like in most ways do have a lot of insight into male body language and can read between the lines of male speech.

ATG: "Any Two Guys"

Re: This Is My Dance Space, This is Your Dance Space

[identity profile] hermionesviolin.livejournal.com 2006-05-14 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Again, a good point. However, one reason this issue particularly bothers me is precisely because I was never particularly good at reading social cues (either in encounters with males or with other females). So not only does the trope feel unrealistic to me but it also alienates me as a reader.

re: ATG. Ah, gotcha. I'm familiar with the phrase but had never seen it abbreviated. And yes, completely agreed.

Re: This Is My Dance Space, This is Your Dance Space

[identity profile] executrix.livejournal.com 2006-05-14 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
In some ways I find being a fiction writer counterproductive in dealing with people who actually exist, because I tend to come up with over-complicated backstory and explanations for RL conduct.

Re: This Is My Dance Space, This is Your Dance Space

[identity profile] hermionesviolin.livejournal.com 2006-05-14 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh I do that wholly without the excuse of being a writer, just projecting my own overthinking onto other people.