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I find myself squinting sideways at the upcoming US Torchwood thing. And no, before the Ianto-Jones-Cannot-Die People's Front or the People's Front of Gwen-Cooper-Must-Die start howling at me, it's not what you think.

It is, in short, that Very Special Episode.

We all know which one that will be, right? Here's how it will go:


Jack Harkness: I've gathered you all here today because I have a special announcement to make.

Other Torchwood team members murmur expectantly

Jack Harkness: I just can't hide it any longer. It's not fair to the rest of you.

Gwen Cooper: Whatever it is, Jack, we'll support you!

Jack Harkness [looking slightly abashed]: I'm...I'm gay!

Other Torchwood team members gather around him and hug him to show their support.


You can just picture it, can't you? Because we can't just have Jack be, you know, organically queer. Heaven forfend that everyone already knows he's queer and either just doesn't care or is shagging him anyway, so what difference does it make?

Instead there has to be that Very Special Episode in which the obviousness of his queerness has to be pointed out. And everyone else has to be all cheery and supportive because, well, we all know how hard it was for Jack to point out how obviously queer he is.

And sure, there will be bumps along the way. Somebody will be uncomfortable with it, until they tearfully admit that they, too, have harbored Sekrit Queer Thots. But at the end of the hour, everyone (including Jack) is OK with Teh Gay. As they all go off to have a drink at the local watering hole to toast their Okayness with Teh Gayness.

Because that's how we do things in America, dammit. We must club the audience over the head with the obvious because otherwise, their pea-eyed pointy haids will never figure out that maybe, just maybe, Jack...*gasp*...might be queer. We must wave it under the audience's collective noses so that they cannot miss it.

It ends up reducing Jack's queerness to what amounts to a trick dog. Trot it out, let it jump through a hoop while wearing a funny hat, get the audience "aww..." reaction, and then usher it off into the wings before it craps on the stage. Or starts humping the MC's leg (this is DRAMA, remember. Leg-humping is reserved for comedy).

And I am not looking forward to that. Jack's queerness should not be just a cheap ploy used to bump the ratings, and then swept under a neat and tidy rug three episodes later as if it never happened.

BetN, founder of the People's Anti-Leg-Humping Front
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Get the hell off my geek!

First, yay, go me as "uncrackable girl." Some things never change, do they?

Second, you can now officially go sit over there with the Greybeard Fans. Because those damn kids are ruining all your fun.

Third, we may be of an age, but don't look for any support from me. You go tell the kids to get off your lawn and play down the block. Me, I'll be that house down the block where they come to play. More fun, more enjoyable and I don't have to hear your kvetching about how I'm making too much noise.

Which, really, may well explain why girls are such a mystery to you.
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So, EA, one of the biggest game producers is participating in It Gets Better.

Yes, EA. That same progressive company that brought you this lovely campaign at the 2009 Comic-Con.

Don't expect me to be tossing confetti for EA on this one. I refuse to reward a company that pays lip service to a flavor-of-the-month cause**, while still marketing to white, het cis-males in their teens to 20s with images of scantily-clad women in doggy poses.

Cheap PR by filming a few videos while at the same time producing games with the above-mentioned women simply proves out my opinion that EA is in it for the money and not out of the goodness of their hearts.


**I have issues with It Gets Better. Which have nothing whatsoever to do with Dan Savage or his opinion of LGBT folk who are not white and cis-male. Don't even go there.
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I'm going to start with a caveat -- I am not an h/c writer. For a variety of reasons, some of which I will outline below, it is my anti-kink.

Now, a bit of background on who the hell I am. I have what, to the best of the ability of *grumphlemumble* doctors appears to be an autoimmune disorder. However, they cannot precisely pin it down. Part of it involves neuropathic pain flares in my legs. It also manifests as what looks like chickenpox on my legs and arms.

I've been everywhere from Scripps institute to UCLA to Stanford to Baylor University to the University of London. I've had some of the top epidemiologists, dermatologists and pathologists either see me in person, see chunks of me on slides, stare at portions of my anatomy in photographs or read my casefile. I've been written up as a case report in the Journal of the American Medical Association and participated in Grand Dermatology Rounds (and that's another post in and of itself).

I am, in short, the Elephant Girl. The Medical Mystery Freak that makes mothers shrink in horror as they clutch their children to their bosoms as they scurry past me on the dank Eastend street at dusk (Oh, wait, I got a bit of my steampunk kink in there for a moment. Terribly sorry!)

And at the end of the day, I have two fundamental problems with h/c.

Thing the First. There have been a boatload of medicos who have done research about me and on me. And not a one of 'em has gotten it "right." That's my reality. And it makes me itch in funny places to think that somebody out there is doing research on me (or on others similar to me) not in an effort to give me an answer, but to use my reality as a fictional backdrop to fulfill their own fantasy needs. I'm perfectly capable of concocting scenarios in which I wake up "cured." Don't think I haven't. But those are MY fantasies about me. About the life I have lead, the experiences I have had that have lead me to be the hideous twisted creature I am today (back to the steampunk thing again...).

It makes me more than a little woodgie to contemplate some complete stranger potentially finding that JAMA article and saying to themselves "Aha! There's my perfect inspiration for my next h/c story!" Because case report in a dusty old journal is much more than that to me. It *is* me.

Thing the Second: To bastardize from the great Denis Leary -- There is no cure for me. Trust me, I've been there, done that and have the biopsy scars to prove it. I've been poked, prodded, answered the same damn questions hundreds of times for hundreds of different doctors (I mentioned the Grand Rounds bit, right?), been told it was all in my head, that I need to follow a macrobiotic diet and that it was all because the dental fillings I got as a child contained mercury.

Don't get me wrong. There's stuff that helps. But there *is no cure.* Not yet. And along with that is that any comfort, while emotionally satisfying at a certain level, cannot make the physical pain go away. My nervous system -- my pain receptors -- are effed up (so in a way, yes indeed, it is all in my head). Short of completely pulling out my wiring and starting over again from scratch, nothing can make it go away any faster. And really, let's face it, pulling out all my wiring is rather...self-limiting...at best.

So to read that h/c is less about the h and more about the c? Leaves me at best baffled because I don't see those two things as being on any sort of balance scale. If I have more h, do I get more c? Does less h = less c? At worst, I end up again feeling like my h only serves to fulfill somebody else's c fantasy.

Guys, I am not your kink (Well, OK, I *might* be, but not for that reason). I'm a real person. I've spent most of my life fighting to be more than that casefile or those pathology slides. I'm a knitter, a fencer and a bellydancer. I would sooner watch a John Woo film than a chickflick. I love single malt whisky, swear like a sailor and can explain to you in 15 minutes why good statistical analysis matters.

*That*'s me. Not some forgotten casefile or medical journal. And not your kinkfic.
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I've been pondering this latest flareup in the Neverending RaceFail Wars involving certain fans having mocked SF author/editor (and cancer patient) Jay Lake for his decision to to attend WisCon again because he did not perceive it as a "safe space."

This whole hot steaming mess has cemented my belief that the LAST place I need to be to feel safe is at Wiscon, if this mindset is any indication.

Some people are so busy pointing out that Lake's fly is open that they conveniently neglect to see that theirs are as well. Because, you know, if you aren't the one with a compromised health status, it is oh so easy to neglect where your privilege might be while pointing and laughing at somebody else's. I say this as somebody with chronic health and pain issues.

If indeed the Wiscon mentality (or at least that displayed by these members thereof) is that it's OK to ignore one's own privilege in favor of mocking somebody else's? That's not being empowered as much as it is conveniently picking and choosing which privileges get to slide and which ones don't.
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(or "Why the death of your Beloved!Character is not the end of my world")

I've been doing some more processing about the "Fan Reactions to Character Deaths" panel I was on at Gallifrey One.

And I couldn't put my finger on why the Save Ianto Jones thing bugs me so much -- or really, why any over the top reaction to any character death bugs me.

And then I realized that it's a sense of fannish entitlement that somehow a character death can be equated to a real death.

A friend of a friend of mine is the son of a very famous TV actor who was on a long-running popular TV show. Suffice it to say that if I mentioned the last name, you'd instantly know who his father was (don't ask because I ain't telling). A few years ago, this friend of a friend's father died rather unexpectedly.

So his son, in addition to having to deal with his own grief at losing his father, now had to deal with a bunch of crazy-ass fans coming out of the woodworks. Fans who thought their grief meant more than his because they were FANS. That their loss of a TV character trumped his loss of a father.

Which, just, no. Full stop. You don't get to play that game. Sorry. There will not be any sort of fan campaign to bring back this guy's father. No saving throw.

We've seen characters come back to life from the dead (Bobby Ewing, anybody?). Real people don't get that benefit.
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If I felt for an instant that my current feeling like my role in con-going fandom is reduced to either sideshow freak or teachable moment was specific to one little corner of Fandom, I'd be only half as vexed.

There is, I propose, a fundamental difference between a vibe of "There is no place for you within small-f fandom" and "There's no place for you within capital-F Fandom."

The former at least has the benefit of implying that there may be other fandoms across the street or two blocks down where I may better fit in. I am of a certainty I don't fit in with furry fandom. Which, 'scool. There's plenty other fandoms in the sea.

The latter statement, however, is far more pernicious. It tells me if I don't have a place Here, I have no place anywhere in Fandom. And that I might as well turn in my fan card on my way out the door, because Fandom does not serve my kind here, so I might as well just go back to being a dull and boring Mundane.

It essentially makes my con-going into an all-or-nothing proposition. Attend a con and subject myself for three days to nosy fans thinking they have a right to know my entire medical history (and just where does THAT get to be fun?), or give up on attending cons altogether.

Sadly, there appears to be a surfeit of mistaking fandom for Fandom. Or, really, not even acknowledging that there are multiple fandoms. And that's where I'm just a tad bit bitter, sad and confused.

Really?

May. 9th, 2009 11:18 am
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Apparently some people are distressed about violation of intellectual property because Dreamwidth allows crossposting of comments back to lj.

I...uhhhmm...

Explain this to me using Very Short Words.

(Posted from Dreamwidth)
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I'm not seeing anything show up on lj. Is there a setting I need to change???

Do I need to turn off anonymous posting on the lj side?
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Should I know you, onyxlynx?

*tap tap*

May. 2nd, 2009 03:02 pm
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Is this thing on?

Testing...testing...i...2...3...

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