Neal Pollack is one of those intensely ironic writers where very little, if any, of what he says can be taken at face value.
I've always found him very boring. But I'm just me.
And my standards for fic are not at all different to my standards for literary fiction which are not at all different to my standards for porn. It's got to be good, before I'll like or rec it, and I'm not generous about what makes something good. I'm downright nasty when I'm at home.
But if it's well-written, I'll read and love anything. I find it impossible to hate a pairing or situation, even one that squicks me, abstractly, in my own mind, when I find a story written beautifully for it.