Random things, my writing and my new fetish.

[maharetr]

I got my hair cut today, so I'm constantly running my fingers through it. Not like I don't do this usually, all the time, but this time it's more: wow, suddenly less hair here to grope. I thought I was just going in for a trim, airily walked in saying "just take off the split ends, thanks" and my hairdresser holds up his fingers about 10cm apart and I went "oh". He couldn't get all of them, or my hair would have been too short and boofed on me. So I have shorter, neat hair and am wearing new dark blue jeans and am feeling rather sexy.

I do volunteering at a permaculture garden in my suburb, and today was sitting near two people having the following [paraphrased] conversation:

Him: I'd much rather live in the 18th century. There were more morals and values then.

Her: I wouldn't. Lots of rape and pillaging back then.

Him: [backpedaling] Oh, yes. I agree, there's a lot more rights for women these days, [and that's great] but I was talking generally, you know?

I catch her eye and we share long-suffering-type smiles. I was sorely tempted to join in with my Cultural Studies perspective, but she had things well in hand:

Her: Talking "generally" tends to mean you're talking from a man's pov... etc

Anyway, back to me ;). I haven't written much more of my slash fic over the past few days, but I've been turning it over in my head, thinking about it a lot. I've started to realise that this and the Heroes tag are the first times I've written for myself in about eight years; writing when I'm not being 'forced' by deadlines etc. I wrote (improving as I went, I like to think!) pretty steadily until I was in year 8, when I won my division in the Tim Winton award. At the ripe old age of 13 I subconsciously thought "Hah! Never be able to top that!" and stopped writing until I hit university five years later. I structured my degree so that I took a creative writing unit every semester of the BA, and that was fabulous, because it forced me to write. Not only that but it forced me to edit, polish and finish things, inadvertently bringing me to the realisation that I suck at endings, simply because I have zero practice!

Slash on the internet (and fan fic in general, I guess) is fabulous because what you write will get read, and you will get (a small amount of) feedback. even if it's just a singe line of "this was beautifully done" or "this was really nice" it's so unbelievably validating. It's a ready-made audience, and it's welcoming with open arms (she says naively?).



Over the last little while I've become utterly fascinated by ... I don't think it has a name. As an example, Jack/Daniel, where they're kissing, pulling off each other's clothes, and Jack realises he's still wearing his dogtags so he has to pause, however briefly to take them off before he (or both of them) feels comfortable going ahead and having sex.

I can see this scenario working really well with Frodo/Sam especially ER. They're going off alone to Mordor after the Fellowship is broken. Sam asking/they both silently agree? to take the One Ring off when they have sex, because he/they can't bear to having it literally dangling between them while they're making love, and as the ring gains more control Frodo can't take it off, so Sam compromises and pushes it over Frodo's shoulder or something, and the sex gets less and less because the ring is there between them more and more...

I'm not sure what it's all about, exactly. It's got a lot to do with the "illegality" of the relationship. (I've discussed this with cupidsbow, I'm sure.) In the Stargate fandom, especially -- it's forbidden for Jack to be having a relationship with Daniel because of the conduct unbecoming/Don't ask, don't tell regs. So by taking off the dogtags, it's sort of saying "Just briefly (secretly) we are not constrained by this, just for tonight, in this room, it's okay."

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So when do you jet off for merry Melbourne?

[maharetr.livejournal.com]

The 7th December, at the not-quite-ungodly hour of 6am. Return date is hazarded at around the 21st, but there's deliberately been no return flight booked. Would love to stay for Xmas and new year, but as I'm relying on friends' hospitality, I figure I'd sniff the air when I get there.
I have willing ears up to 5 December (sarren's Xmas get-together.)