More incest reading yay!
Feb. 14th, 2005 10:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lotesseI, unlike the rest of the world, did not read Flowers in the Attic in Junior High, but I've heard considerable amounts about it due to everyone else's cires of, "It warped me forever! And I liked it! Eeep!" So I found it at the Goodwill for a quarter and picked it up.
I totally love this book. Even though I can't help thinking that it isn't that well made. It's pure emotional masturbation, baby, but it hits enough of my emotional kinks that I'm totally in love with it.
I've been finding that I really, really love sibling incest stories. Not Weasley twincest, for some reason. It just seems sort of boring to me. I think it may be due to the fact that I find the twins about as iteresting as drying glue, but hey. YMMV. But I like the incest stories that are dark and twisty and wong wrong wrong and yet so wonderfully right, the ones that you root for at the same time as you cringe at it all. The ones that you secretly want to last for ever and ever. The ones that are stories about true love, but not really, because they're also vaguely horrible and destructive.
Why is this so attractive? I have no interest in actual incest; usually it's ignorant and crude and opressive and horrid, nothing like the gothic elegance of my incest stories. Perhaps it has something to do with the longing for ultimate closeness--the sibling, closest to us in all the world, friend and companion, also becoming lover and partner, one person filling your emotional life completely, as close to you as your own heartbeat. You will know each other completely, two halves of one whole.
Maybe this is part of it, but the undercurrent of wrongness is also definitely a factor. I don't think I'd be interested in a completely happy-ever-after story, something that didn't address the against-the-grain-ness of it all. That would feel false, jarring, crude. I don't know.
Thoughts?
I totally love this book. Even though I can't help thinking that it isn't that well made. It's pure emotional masturbation, baby, but it hits enough of my emotional kinks that I'm totally in love with it.
I've been finding that I really, really love sibling incest stories. Not Weasley twincest, for some reason. It just seems sort of boring to me. I think it may be due to the fact that I find the twins about as iteresting as drying glue, but hey. YMMV. But I like the incest stories that are dark and twisty and wong wrong wrong and yet so wonderfully right, the ones that you root for at the same time as you cringe at it all. The ones that you secretly want to last for ever and ever. The ones that are stories about true love, but not really, because they're also vaguely horrible and destructive.
Why is this so attractive? I have no interest in actual incest; usually it's ignorant and crude and opressive and horrid, nothing like the gothic elegance of my incest stories. Perhaps it has something to do with the longing for ultimate closeness--the sibling, closest to us in all the world, friend and companion, also becoming lover and partner, one person filling your emotional life completely, as close to you as your own heartbeat. You will know each other completely, two halves of one whole.
Maybe this is part of it, but the undercurrent of wrongness is also definitely a factor. I don't think I'd be interested in a completely happy-ever-after story, something that didn't address the against-the-grain-ness of it all. That would feel false, jarring, crude. I don't know.
Thoughts?
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Date: 2005-02-16 06:02 pm (UTC)