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quinara...about erotica memes and associated stuff.
Why the fuck does everyone have to care this much about sex? Where's the meme about one's favoured narrative dynamics around death/killing, or something equally political? Fucking surprise me, world, and then we can talk.
Sometimes I think this is why I'm such a fan of Foucault and poststructuralism, no matter how behind the times it proves me, because I hate the idea that what I write and how I act has to somehow prove something of what I am. Because, funnily enough, when there's no discourse to describe what you are, you're left communicating via other people's bullshit. Which is all about sex.
I'll stop embarrassing us all now; sorry about that. But one day I'll manage to write a sex scene without thinking it must say something about me more than a scene about fighting dragons, and that's what I'm looking forward to. Roll on, sweet future and its dreams.
Why the fuck does everyone have to care this much about sex? Where's the meme about one's favoured narrative dynamics around death/killing, or something equally political? Fucking surprise me, world, and then we can talk.
Sometimes I think this is why I'm such a fan of Foucault and poststructuralism, no matter how behind the times it proves me, because I hate the idea that what I write and how I act has to somehow prove something of what I am. Because, funnily enough, when there's no discourse to describe what you are, you're left communicating via other people's bullshit. Which is all about sex.
I'll stop embarrassing us all now; sorry about that. But one day I'll manage to write a sex scene without thinking it must say something about me more than a scene about fighting dragons, and that's what I'm looking forward to. Roll on, sweet future and its dreams.
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Date: 23/02/2011 01:56 (UTC)One thing I'll share that's (I think?) related: When I was young, everyone used to (1) think I was a freak because I didn't want to have children (cloning, I would have done, mind you), which lead them to decide that (2) I was either a lesbian or "one of those ones who don't like sex." Often (and almost always from one male boss of mine who was one of those nice guys that has no fucking clue what a dick he was), there was a small shudder of revulsion at my aberrant weirdness; the shudder was usually stronger at the thought that I must have sexual hang-ups that made me frigid than it was at the thought that I slept with women. However, the bright side of aging is that, at least I've found, people stop forcing you to interact within the parameters of their ideas of appropriate sexuality because they stop tagging you as outside the realm of normal based on anything about your sexuality --- gender focus, practices, even having or not having --- as you get older. Of course, that's because they think you had to have stopped having any interest in sex because you turned 40, along with the expectation that drooling and crapping your pants will shortly follow. In other words, they stop being dildos in one way and start being dildos in a whole new and exciting way. Even still, it is a nice change to not keep having to explain or justify anything about your sexuality once that happens ---- not whether you have it, not who you have it with, not anything. (That just leaves them thinking you must be sad and lonely because you don't have screaming grandchildren to babysit.)
Have a drink for me!
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Date: 23/02/2011 11:58 (UTC)However, the bright side of aging is that, at least I've found, people stop forcing you to interact within the parameters of their ideas of appropriate sexuality because they stop tagging you as outside the realm of normal based on anything about your sexuality --- gender focus, practices, even having or not having --- as you get older. Of course, that's because they think you had to have stopped having any interest in sex because you turned 40, along with the expectation that drooling and crapping your pants will shortly follow. In other words, they stop being dildos in one way and start being dildos in a whole new and exciting way. Even still, it is a nice change to not keep having to explain or justify anything about your sexuality once that happens ---- not whether you have it, not who you have it with, not anything. (That just leaves them thinking you must be sad and lonely because you don't have screaming grandchildren to babysit.)
That is somewhat reassuring, though I'm sure it will come with its own irritation. By 40 I'll hopefully manage to have convinced my parents and all parental figures that I really do intend to live as an old maid, which will some extent be a relief, even if it comes with pity. (Things might change before then, of course, but if people intending to have three children can plan their future then so can I!)
Cheers!
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Date: 23/02/2011 18:01 (UTC)We live in hope.
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Date: 24/02/2011 04:07 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 24/02/2011 08:48 (UTC)