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azurelunatic) wrote2003-01-23 11:39 am
azurelunatic) wrote2003-01-23 11:39 am
Pr0n and dolls
Unless it's porn with a plot, or even if, I see porn as an objectification of the characters. Not so much a bad thing as a different thing: much as dolls are an objectification of the idea of 'person'. Little girls get a doll -- maybe they pick it out themselves, maybe they don't -- and if they do pick it out themselves, it's a doll they like the looks of... and then the doll rarely, if ever, retains its off-the-shelf personality, if it had any to start with. Not unless the kid knows what the canon for the character is, and likes it enough to keep it.
When you get a doll, you start with a relatively blank disk, and then you fill it up with your own words and imagination. It's harder to do that, when the doll comes off the shelf with a pre-programmed persona.
Narcissa and I had several dolls. Some of them were baby dolls, some of them were Barbies, one was a blond little-girl doll that I named Mary; Narcissa had a toddler doll that she named Holly; we each had an American Girls doll (I had Molly; she had Samantha.) Out of all of them, I think we played with Molly and Samantha the least. They already had personalities, so unless we renamed them or stayed in canon, we couldn't do much with them. We made school supplies out of plastic clay for them, and had them go to school, but as far as I can recall, that was about it.
Holly and Mary and the babies, on the other hand... The babies got sick all the time. Holly was a good girl, but Mary was always getting in trouble. We made up stories where they did stuff, and we walked them around and had them use the doctor kit. They had all sorts of adventures, whatever we could think of. (Our experiences were not particularly broad, so they rarely, if ever, went adventuring in jungles or into outer space; mostly, they went to school and worked in the hospital, if they weren't in the hospital because they were sick.)
How does this relate at all to porn? It's about an object, the doll, becoming a vehicle for the imagination, the fantasies, of little girls, and acting these things out. Mary and Holly and the babies had no particular identifying characteristics getting in the way of us using them to do things we wanted to do, or would like to think about doing.
I used to read X-Files smut. It wasn't because it was particularly good fanfic (quality varied by writer, as with all fic), but because of the dynamic between the characters. I only sought out the Mulder/Scully pairing, because that was the pairing that reminded me most of the idealization of my current relationship.
My userpic shows that I look nothing like Gillian Anderson, and odds are, if one were to dig up a photo of good ol' Shawn, one would discover that his resemblance to David Duchovny begins at the height, briefly touches on the nose, and then generally suggests that both are male, both have two arms, two legs, and the standard set of human operating equipment. It did help that I found both actors physically attractive, but the key factor was the interpersonal dynamics between the partners.
I, too, had someone I worked most often with, someone reckless who I was attached to and responsible for the safety and well-being of. He was an obsessive nutcase, and had an incredible aptitude for getting himself into uncomfortable and awkward situations. No one we interacted with regularly was particularly fond of him; I was the one who got on well with others. He did have a few geeky friends, though, and some of the more outspoken among them thought I was hot. He was the one with the passion; I was the one who had advanced training on subjects he was unfamiliar with. He had a hard time showing his feelings for me. I was too inhibited to go all-out and tell him exactly what I thought.
Mulder and Scully. Or Shawn and 'Ni.
I put myself into Scully and put Shawn into Mulder, and let my imagination tag along with the writer's. Sometimes he wasn't Shawn, he was just my objective Ideal Man, who would go through hell and/or high water to make sure everything was all right for me, even though we would have to reach our intimacy by breaking down the barriers caused by long-term UST. I didn't need the visual: it was the partnership and the UST that I needed, the delicate-looking but surprisingly tough woman with the tall strong partner with the precariously-balanced sanity.
I have a mind that thinks in words, not pictures. I can only attach myself to pictures if there are strong words that go along with them. I must imagine that there are minds that don't follow words in the way that I have a hard time following pictures if their words aren't compelling enough.
When you get a doll, you start with a relatively blank disk, and then you fill it up with your own words and imagination. It's harder to do that, when the doll comes off the shelf with a pre-programmed persona.
Narcissa and I had several dolls. Some of them were baby dolls, some of them were Barbies, one was a blond little-girl doll that I named Mary; Narcissa had a toddler doll that she named Holly; we each had an American Girls doll (I had Molly; she had Samantha.) Out of all of them, I think we played with Molly and Samantha the least. They already had personalities, so unless we renamed them or stayed in canon, we couldn't do much with them. We made school supplies out of plastic clay for them, and had them go to school, but as far as I can recall, that was about it.
Holly and Mary and the babies, on the other hand... The babies got sick all the time. Holly was a good girl, but Mary was always getting in trouble. We made up stories where they did stuff, and we walked them around and had them use the doctor kit. They had all sorts of adventures, whatever we could think of. (Our experiences were not particularly broad, so they rarely, if ever, went adventuring in jungles or into outer space; mostly, they went to school and worked in the hospital, if they weren't in the hospital because they were sick.)
How does this relate at all to porn? It's about an object, the doll, becoming a vehicle for the imagination, the fantasies, of little girls, and acting these things out. Mary and Holly and the babies had no particular identifying characteristics getting in the way of us using them to do things we wanted to do, or would like to think about doing.
I used to read X-Files smut. It wasn't because it was particularly good fanfic (quality varied by writer, as with all fic), but because of the dynamic between the characters. I only sought out the Mulder/Scully pairing, because that was the pairing that reminded me most of the idealization of my current relationship.
My userpic shows that I look nothing like Gillian Anderson, and odds are, if one were to dig up a photo of good ol' Shawn, one would discover that his resemblance to David Duchovny begins at the height, briefly touches on the nose, and then generally suggests that both are male, both have two arms, two legs, and the standard set of human operating equipment. It did help that I found both actors physically attractive, but the key factor was the interpersonal dynamics between the partners.
I, too, had someone I worked most often with, someone reckless who I was attached to and responsible for the safety and well-being of. He was an obsessive nutcase, and had an incredible aptitude for getting himself into uncomfortable and awkward situations. No one we interacted with regularly was particularly fond of him; I was the one who got on well with others. He did have a few geeky friends, though, and some of the more outspoken among them thought I was hot. He was the one with the passion; I was the one who had advanced training on subjects he was unfamiliar with. He had a hard time showing his feelings for me. I was too inhibited to go all-out and tell him exactly what I thought.
Mulder and Scully. Or Shawn and 'Ni.
I put myself into Scully and put Shawn into Mulder, and let my imagination tag along with the writer's. Sometimes he wasn't Shawn, he was just my objective Ideal Man, who would go through hell and/or high water to make sure everything was all right for me, even though we would have to reach our intimacy by breaking down the barriers caused by long-term UST. I didn't need the visual: it was the partnership and the UST that I needed, the delicate-looking but surprisingly tough woman with the tall strong partner with the precariously-balanced sanity.
I have a mind that thinks in words, not pictures. I can only attach myself to pictures if there are strong words that go along with them. I must imagine that there are minds that don't follow words in the way that I have a hard time following pictures if their words aren't compelling enough.
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Around the house, Nephew turns pretty much anything into a gun, a sword, a ball, or a car.