Ooh, yes - just read the Harry-as-a-girl fic t'other day. Go Team Kundera.

I shan't rec Calico's latest fic, because it's the RPS, which is bad and wrong, despite being exquisitely written. And, y'know, I'm happy y'all still have your souls. Go you with the soul-having.

Ahem.

So what I'm reading that's more palatable is more dueSouth and HP from Shrift&Nestra's House Of Fannish Crack. God Bless Shrift'n'Nestra.

I shan't rec Calico's latest fic, because it's the RPS, which is bad and wrong, despite being exquisitely written.

Link to it for me? I've got new theories about squick and borderlines and levels, and differences of category and differences of degree; I'd like to get my hands on a piece of RPF that's really really good, Jane-St-Clair levels of good, can't-help-it-but-read-it-all good, and see if it breaks down my current theory, which faces down why I can say, with no sense of unrighteousness, that I can like and have liked incest fic, but still have deep intellectual and visceral problems with RPF.

cereal:

Some new HP by the amazing Viola.

wavers. bites lip. considers what a very bad influence she is.

Well, were I to recommend Calico's fiction, most of which is NOT rpf, then perhaps I might point you here. And were I to mention her RPF, it would be Sabotage and Subversion. Um. And of course there's a link to the Bloomwood site on Calico's homepage there. Should you find yourself looking at stories by other writers, you could do worse than Waxjism's In White. ijs. I do, in all seriousness, think that these stories are very interesting in terms of how they function as erotica, and could write big-ass pretentious rambly things about form and function and gender and suchlike shite.

If you do fancy dipping your toes in the waters, I appreciate that this may not be the right forum to discuss it, since I know it's offensive to most people and I do respect that (and indeed will delete this post if you'd like? Anyone?), but I'd be glad to discuss the meta aspects and implications of all this. Moreover I think your take on it will differ from mine, perhaps, because of our relative Kinseyishness. Perhaps. It may be that I find my judgment blurred by her ability to press my buttons, and I'm guessing you'll be more proof against such a reaction than I am.

Calico's Journal makes for interesting reading. It's stuff like this that sucks me in:

He likes lollipops. They just - they're *comfortable*, and he likes rubbing his tongue against the sharp sugar edges, pushing it into the little razorblade air bubbles to touch the unwarmed crevices inside. This one's cola, and tastes as tacky and July-ish as blackjacks or ginger beer.

Sometimes, I wonder why I "waste my time" reading fanfiction. Then, I realize that much of what I read online is often better than anything I might pick up at the library or bookstory. I'm uncomfortable reading RPF, but the bit you linked to is nummy, Fay.

BTW, I've got my livejournal set up, but not inaugurated. I'm in there as sophiap (my pen name is Sophia Prester). I'm not shy about my real name here, but I try to retain a wee bit more anonymity in my anime fandoms.

Pandarus, c'est moi.

I tried reading one of those RPFs, but it's really hard to do with your eyes mostly closed so I gave up. I think my squick cuts in SO fast that I can't go anywhere with it -- most subject matter squicks can sneak up on you, or appear after you're already hooked by style, or preceding content, or something.

My poor brain just screams "THAT'S BILLY BOYD!!!" and I can't see a damned thing else.

Which I wholly respect.

The paragraph is delicious; but why does it have to be written about a real person? Is it less delicious if it's being written about, say, Lex? Or an original fictional character?

Huh. Yes. It's true. I didn't look at those sites yet, because I'm on the other computer and don't want to take notes if I can't save them directly to the hard drive; but that snippet

He likes lollipops. They just - they're *comfortable*, and he likes rubbing his tongue against the sharp sugar edges, pushing it into the little razorblade air bubbles to touch the unwarmed crevices inside. This one's cola, and tastes as tacky and July-ish as blackjacks or ginger beer.

is lovely like a lovely, lovely thing, even context-less like that; and when I consider it being supposedly from inside Lex's head, my brain goes ooh, and when I consider it being supposedly from inside Orlando Bloom's head, my brain slams back down. Yes. This is very interesting.

The paragraph is delicious; but why does it have to be written about a real person? Is it less delicious if it's being written about, say, Lex? Or an original fictional character?

Well, I think a better question to ask is, what *makes* there be a difference between real-people characters and fictional-people characters? And, for that matter, your-original-fiction characters and someone-else's-fiction characters? I think I can articulate reasons *why* I've got these blocks in place.