nods
I'm seeing a glitterball and insanely pretty cage dancers of various genders, and all the walls filled with shelves upon shelves of books about gender, sexuality, race, able-bodiedness, violence and privilege. Kinda like the bastard child of a gay club and a really awesome coffeeshop.
...ah. Maybe you didn't mean that kind of club? But...glitter! Glitterati! Literati! Cliterati! Oooh, the sign on the door could say all three at once, alternately, depending on how the neon lit up...
plots new career as owner of club
That kind of club will work just fine!
nods thoughtfully.
...I'm thinking a lot of Big Band numbers and smoky torch songs in the background, or maybe a live band, and a really awesome selection of cupcakes, coffees and cocktails. And bacon candy. And tapas. And great big wing back armchairs, and loveseats, and comfy sofas. Lots of velvet and gold and crazy props, like we've raided the props room of an Opera house (thinking of one of my favourite restaurants in London's Theatre district)...
Hmmm.
And costumes on display. Really melodramatic over-the-top costumes from famous operas: Devils, and Harlequins, and Courtesans and Valkyries, Kings and Queens,Shepard Girls and Masked Bravos. Soldiers and Highwayman. Zanies and Assassins and Ghosts oh my.
a practice of "deading" (corpsing? something like that*), in which someone would take something to render them incapable of voluntary movement and then, er, offer themselves up for whatever.
This was totally a plot on Law & Order!
Glitterati! Literati! Cliterati!
"What's that stuff? I didn't come here for glitter. I'm looking for a man who loves 19th century American literature."
"Sorry. You want Literati. It's that way."
And costumes on display.
Madonnas and whores!
Sort of like...consensual S&M without a safe word.
That was my other example! Along with mummification. But I like to share my wilder fanfiction experiences with others, as any Somervillain who's listened to the giant cat story when I've been drinking can tell you.
I had real thoughts yesterday, but they seem to have drifted away. Sorry.
And stuff about Shakespearean theatre, where boys played girls, then there could be all the women who have played Hamlet.
Anyway. Teppy, you around? I was thinking on the way home about your (right?) point about one not being able to consent to sex with someone before meeting them. It certainly read like something you've given a lot of thought to, so I was wondering if you could elucidate on that. It seems to me that one could consent in advance, but it's not something I've considered at length.
You can't consent to having sex with someone you've never met, because consent implies full knowledge beforehand.
Could one be said to consent to whatever happened during that time?
Sort of like...consensual S&M without a safe word.
Since it's an unrealistic fanfic scenario, I'm just going to say NO, it is not, and leave it at that.
