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fic and strangeness
Sep. 21st, 2010 09:45 amOne of those *blink, blink* moments yesterday when I found Iron Man / In Plain Sight x-over fic on AO3.
Thankfully my world was arighted this morning after I read them and discovered that they do, actually, suck about as much as you'd expect.
I find that I'm more than a little disturbed by Tony Stark's promiscuity. Which bothers me because I was a small child in the 1970s and a teenager in the 80s, you know, when women were finally able to have sex without damning themselves for the rest of their lives. And now that we have killer STDs I'm regressing to 1950s morality? But my brain says, "90% effective against pregnancy, that's a 1 in 10 chance you're actually risking your life on someone else's past judgment."
Whenever I think I should just pick a new fandom, I re-discover how much my fantasizing brain hates reality. Tony Stark can't possibly be uncontaminated after having fucked thousands of women. I read some Veronica Mars fic recently and it didn't talk about any sort of protection--- even though we've been shown both characters having had multiple sexual partners and even being treated for a non-life threatening STD. I've heard from other people that to them, it's assumed the woman's taking the pill (or whatever) and that there is a condom; because that's how it always is, no one needs to specify it every time. And yet... almost every contemporary romance novel published by a big imprint has an accidental pregnancy plot.
I think I prefer my fic to have magic so all that real life lame shit can be waved away with authorial creativity.
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It's been a strange morning. I was actively dreaming when the alarm went off. I was dreaming I was in a loft-home with friends who were cooking and when they set the ceiling on fire (15 feet up no less!) they couldn't seem to think what to do. The dreaming!me is good in a crisis and grabbed the fire extinguisher, shouted orders to turn off the gas, and to get out of the way. But because the kitchen was damaged, we went off to the caves to hunt dwarves with Trident gum. I escaped this social obligation quickly and decided to walk along side the rural road, so rural it didn't have a center stripe, looking for a Taco Bell because I was out of gum.
It's been a day when I feel like I should write my own stories, maybe if I decanted my brain, my dreams would be less weird.
Lately I've also been thinking about names. I'm disturbed that we don't name people after nouns more often. Women are named Megan or Margaret to be called "Meg" not ever "Nutmeg". But we name women after flowers, or have done so even if those names are not currently popular.
Of course, with the current trend of hyphenated given names, we might end up with someone named Belt-Cheese.
Thankfully my world was arighted this morning after I read them and discovered that they do, actually, suck about as much as you'd expect.
I find that I'm more than a little disturbed by Tony Stark's promiscuity. Which bothers me because I was a small child in the 1970s and a teenager in the 80s, you know, when women were finally able to have sex without damning themselves for the rest of their lives. And now that we have killer STDs I'm regressing to 1950s morality? But my brain says, "90% effective against pregnancy, that's a 1 in 10 chance you're actually risking your life on someone else's past judgment."
Whenever I think I should just pick a new fandom, I re-discover how much my fantasizing brain hates reality. Tony Stark can't possibly be uncontaminated after having fucked thousands of women. I read some Veronica Mars fic recently and it didn't talk about any sort of protection--- even though we've been shown both characters having had multiple sexual partners and even being treated for a non-life threatening STD. I've heard from other people that to them, it's assumed the woman's taking the pill (or whatever) and that there is a condom; because that's how it always is, no one needs to specify it every time. And yet... almost every contemporary romance novel published by a big imprint has an accidental pregnancy plot.
I think I prefer my fic to have magic so all that real life lame shit can be waved away with authorial creativity.
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It's been a strange morning. I was actively dreaming when the alarm went off. I was dreaming I was in a loft-home with friends who were cooking and when they set the ceiling on fire (15 feet up no less!) they couldn't seem to think what to do. The dreaming!me is good in a crisis and grabbed the fire extinguisher, shouted orders to turn off the gas, and to get out of the way. But because the kitchen was damaged, we went off to the caves to hunt dwarves with Trident gum. I escaped this social obligation quickly and decided to walk along side the rural road, so rural it didn't have a center stripe, looking for a Taco Bell because I was out of gum.
It's been a day when I feel like I should write my own stories, maybe if I decanted my brain, my dreams would be less weird.
Lately I've also been thinking about names. I'm disturbed that we don't name people after nouns more often. Women are named Megan or Margaret to be called "Meg" not ever "Nutmeg". But we name women after flowers, or have done so even if those names are not currently popular.
Of course, with the current trend of hyphenated given names, we might end up with someone named Belt-Cheese.
