This Piece..

This Piece.. wow, FIRST it ran out of my pen.. mustabeen four years ago, since then I've posted it a couple of times @ A Muse, my LiveJournal site. It figures large in what I call the Personal Mythology. It's not AWFULLY long, a couple of pages, as saved in txt. The "intro" and dedication leading in.. well, I left that in because it seemed like the thing to do @ the time. It's the way I put it up the relative last time, tho' it looks a LOT different from any of of its previous incarnations.

I wanted to get this up and dedicate it to the gal crowd at the slashy Retreat in Orlando. ..as Ariel said, "the city, not the man." There's a story.. all y'hafta do is ask.
i was not ready for the perversity willow led me laughingly lovingly thru. analingus are you shitting me


I’ve decided to blame Willowwing for my embracing of slash. Oh, slash is homosmut. I managed to cling to my mock outrage for a year thru’ Aragorn and Legolas, in Price of Pride most notably, and several sundry vigorli pairings and Willow’s entertained me hugely in a couple of nonvigorli matches.. What a long strange trip it’s been.
Lessee, yeah.. it’s been about a year since I learned that slash, as a lit term, doesn’t mean the same thing as snuff. That’s an unfortunate association I’d formed; snuff is killing, slash is homosmut.
I’ve gone thru’ part of this account several times already.. how on the second or third visit to the elves and men site to read Price, I realized the the Lego/Arag pairing was indeed two males annised “eew, that's gotta be creepy.” Ha! Who woulda guessed that I’d get to be a fan? Well, not me.
Well, I say not me, but really I coulda should seen it coming when I found myself cheering for the coupling after twenty chapters of courtship.. annimean when the celebrated authoress put the oil on Legolas’ fingers I must say I sed, “whew, it’s about time!” Of course, y’know my official reaction was ew ew ew, tho’ obviously if it really bothered me, I would’ve stopped reading. Y’all know I’m talkin’ ‘bout Price.. yeah talkin’ ‘bout slash, hush yo’ mouth.
Sure, somethinglike that. My point, if in fact I had one, was that for a year I clung to a mock outrage over the male/male sex featured in Tess’ stories, then Nancy’s. Never mind that my fingerprints are all over their texts or that I, too, took a turn at writing slash. It was ew ew ew.. necessary, organic, inherent in the genre.. it was not fun. I mean, how could it be fun? It’s so creepy.. ew ew ew!
And even after I stated callin’ it “mock outrage,” I wasn’t comfortable admitting that I like the slashy elements of some of the stories.
This is why willow gets blamed.. or credited.. ‘cause she wrote -and this is the thing I find so surprising- the writers and readers of the slash in the particular fandom I’ve become familiar with.. damn, pick a string ..the fandom ..Willow ..fun..
Or not, ‘cause I’ve been holding the pen near the page and makin’ no tracks for a while. I think that the end of the slash fascination thread is blaming willow.. ‘cause she wrote the stories that made me admit that it WAS the descriptive groping, poking, moaning sex and not so much the way a storyline advanced that I liked.
Which is not to say that some of the stories.. Ah, don’t start lyin’ to us, Ken. Most of the stories were or are vehicles to move the slash, and that line will come back innabit to make a lie of “all about the work.”
I’m pretty sure that I’ve seen enough sex stories to know what I like. Um, no.. the whole thing is, tastes change. I’ve gotten some big grins from Tess and Nan by makin’ a big deal about being able to say I like their slash. And this is the other thing: all the writers, and most of the readers, of slash that I’m acquainted with are women. And.. and what? And I don’t know.. It’s been a couple of days since I started w/that “blame Willow” string. The general drift being that despite my dismay and misgivings about the Aragorn slash Legolas love affair in Price, Tess ..imean Ariel, wrote it so well that I bought into it completely and was, in fact, so comfortable with the notion that I cheered heartily when the excruciatingly long courtship was consummated in an exceedingly hot coupling and recoupling punctuated with tender caresses and the most delicious kisses I’ve ever read.
“Ew ew ew!” That’s the mock outrage and it’s served me very well, conveying my initial queasiness and continuing unease with my own cautious glee and lessay physical response to those exquisitely written and deliciously described male on male touches.
Whew.. and despite my persistent protests, I have to admit that I’ve gotten to be kind of a fan. Relative currently now there’s a ficlet from Willow that I’m anxious to read and it’s undoubtedly plotless, steamy homosmut. And it’s not a vigorli piece. That’s kinda significant ‘cause once I got used to the Arag/Lego pairing, and even ventured to write some of it myself.. I got introduced to Ariel’s Orlando-Viggo match and a fresh round of ew w/Paris Bound and then Fireworks and along came French Lessons, which took nearly forty chapters to get them bedded.. annigottatellya buddy, it was not an easy wait.
Oh yeah, the point.
I got used to Arag and Lego, then Vig and Orli, because I was sort of invested in the familiar characterizations.. and along came Willow. Whew, witty and hot, with a triad of tales from –her- vigorli universe.. bring in a couple of other nifty characters.. the humor, which is a hallmark of her style, so disarmed me I nearly forgot to get my “ew ew ew” into the comment box. Of course, by the time I read Shagging The Elf, the mock outrage was very much tongue in cheek. But by golly, I was NOT ready for the perversity Willow led me laughingly and lovingly thru’.. analingus, are you shitting me, give me a break.. then, slash me up baby.. actually THAT line prob’ly went into Nan’s comment box first.
And ew ew ew was officially supplanted by ooh ooh ooh. I’d been converted; sucked in by Ariel’s romance, ravished by Nan’s metaphors, and blown away by Willow’s laugh lines. Yep.. sucked, ravished, and blown.. Slash me up, baby!
Okay, that was fun. I’m guessin’ the transcription will be fun, too, and maybe yield big grins when it hits the LJ.

peace and hope
-km-