This might help. (There seems to be reluctance to acknowledge we could be gay, or take any pleasure from our bodies whatever actually, )but nerve did a gimp sex issue some while ago. [link] IIRC, there's a section in the latest "Our Bodies Ourselves" and I think I really want to get Barbara Gordon laid more than is seemly. But one of us should be!

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Curses. Not a Nerve subscriber, so I can't get to it.

But, I did find this, and yes, Babs is gonna get some soon.

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Snacky, I've read some bad mpreg in my time, but that challenge... What boggles me most, I think, is this:

4. Dr. Leib (my original character, actually had my math teacher's daughter in mind.) tells the boys that Billy's with child.

Okay, so you want mpreg. Fine. Okay, so you want there to be a doctor. Fine. You're suggesting a name. Fine-- though we can come up with original characters on our own. You're telling us that this character is based on your maths teacher's daughter-- WTF? I mean, why did we need to know that? It's not like it's going to help us characterize him.

I would also like to note, for the record, that "drink this magic potion and the baby will be born from your belly-button" makes far more sense (especially in, say, Harry Potter fandom) than Billy having random ovaries.

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Anne Finger is cool. She gave me a "It's not you it's me," rejection one time.ETA: And I find MPREG completely baffling, but then again I'm puzzled by the neon pubes a bit too. But hey, whatever blows your skirt up.

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Aileen Wournos: ION, I just pimped my fic to the 11cents Homicide Fic list...they're pretty much panting for new material but I bet at least one person will complain about my moving everything from Baltimore.

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There's the start of an Ultraviolet/Once Upon a Time in Mexico crossover over in Commodoresexual's lj. So far there's some good Sands snark.

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Aileen Wournos

You had Wournos for breakfast? Dude, that's superfuckinhardcore.

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So we're back to cereal...wish somebody would have told me before I looked all scary...:) In that case, pretend I said "cheerios." I was thinking "Serial" naturally, and I have some respect for Aileen, breaking into a male occupation that way. ;)

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Warning: this post contains badfic extracts. Put the drink down and cover your eyes.

This story's still (technically-- Jack's been turned into a woman) mpreg, and still Stargate. Jack learns to read Daniel's facial expressions:

Jack knew it was a genuine non-sleepy brows furrow when he was suddenly overwhelmed with the fear of digital projectors.

And we learn that:

Teal'c looked more mellow than ever if that were possible. Too much Kel'nor'reem-ing apparently gave the same relaxed appearance as smoking grass.

And, to top it all:

Jack's memory came back without preamble, but with more intensity than a raging bull. He squealed at the top of his voice like the woman he was.

They looked at him as though he'd finally gone off his rocker.

"Colonel, are you all right?" Janet asked.

"Peachy." Jack said, turning bright red. "I just got my memory back." He added, making eye contact with Daniel.

"You did?" Daniel asked, turning bright red as well.

Kevin narrowed his eyes at Daniel and Jack.

That Daniel would have it in him to not only spank, handcuff, blindfold and role play Who's Your Goa'uld Daddy was too much for Jack to bear.

Reach out for your spork...

Unless, of course, "Who's Your Goa'uld Daddy?" blows your skirt up. I'm reading mpreg for the second day running, I don't think I can comment.

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fear of digital projectors

Does this mean something in Stargateland? Because all I'm coming up with is audiovisual equipment. And I know the frustration, but I just can't get the fear.

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