Meta: oh how I wish I was a trinity, pt.1
Apr. 23rd, 2007 05:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lotesseBeing a productive member of fandom, at least (assiduously not writing term papers). I've got meta!
A lot of this is runoff from my film theory course last term, in which I realized that we're throwing all sorts of words around without any idea what they mean. Bits have since straggled in from my thinks about h/c and idfic and Kristeva, through the twin lenses of my current work on Shelley!cest and the Boy's book.
I've been turning over a lot of thoughts on sadism/masochism in media and fandom--my (our) deeply visceral turn-on at the sufferings of our BSOs. The one thing I'm sure of, actually, is that it's not bdsm. H/c isn't the same thing as torturefic or literary painplay; I love the first, but can't abide the latter. The pivot, the key to the whole thing, is I think maybe the presence of the love-relationship.
Fandom's talked a whole lot, in the past, about the breaking of boundaries that suffering enables. Sam can't love Frodo until they've suffered together, and been thrust past their taboos against emotion and affection and sex. That's a big important thing, but I think there's more to it. The pain isn't just a mechanism like sex pollens or aliens who make you do it. The pain is a major part of the reader's pleasure. If fic were a sex act--and I do think that the emotional pattern of sex and stories are fairly similar--the structure parallel to orgasm is the moment of trauma, the moment of pain. Any sex that may come of it is textual afterglow, or maybe a second go-round after the post-coital haze has cleared.
Okay, so getting off on others' pain. Textbook sadism. Or, the rape-fantasy defense: I'm identifying with the victim, and I'm getting off on secondarily suffering. Both of these readings are rooted in identifcation, either with the one or with the other. But do we actually know how the hell identification works? There's a lot of fuzzy thinking around this subject--I think![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sistermagpie had a brilliant post where she said that when she played Robin Hood as a little girl, Robin was a girl because she was, not regendered but fluid. the words we're using don't mean anything.
You know that thing where there's a correct victim? Where sometimes in a pairing you want this one hurt but not that one? And when the wrong one goes down you feel pissed, like someone offered you a cookie and then snatched it away, like why are you sending him to the hospital and not the other one oh my god what's wrong with you? Okay, so maybe it's just me, but I have a right one and a wrong one, and the one I want to hurt tends to be the one I identify with/am in love with.
And there's the rub: identify with/am in love with. Which one? This, actually, is one of the interesting things that slash maybe does. Identification becomes more complicated than it might be with, oh, say Elizabeth/Darcy. In that het case, I think it's safe to say that most girls identify with Lizzie and desire Darcy. (Of course, het isn't always that simple, especially when you bring in bi-ness. I could never tell if I'd rather be Anne Shirley or kiss her. But ignoring that, concentrating on the more simple parts of het identification, where there's a specifically designated space for the female reader as well as designated objects of love and lust, where identification can be channeled easily through gendered narrative.) But slash manages to complicate the entire dialectic of identification and desire. Because which of the boys are we? Which is the friend of which, the lover or the beloved one?
I'm way more Sam Winchester than I ever could be Dean, so Sam is my identification character. But Sam's also the sort of boy that I tend to date, being in fact not unlike my SO. Which means that I'm also in love with him. In h/c fic, I wonder if we're--if I'm--not switching my identification for a moment to the other one. My Supernatural h/c of choice is Sam getting hurt, Dean's POV. I want to experience not Sam's pain but Dean's reaction to it. I want to be in Dean's head. Sam's in pain, and I get to be Dean and heal him and love him.
So there's the character that we see ourselves in, what's traditionally meant by "identification," but then we can be in the head of the one who loves our "avatar" character. There's a pleasure in seeing our "self" through the eyes of someone who loves him/us. If I'm identifying with Sam, it's intensely attractive to watch Dean loving him. Maybe because it translates into me being loved, but then again it's Sammy I want to take home at night. Dean's emotions are the ones I want. I want to hear all about how much he loves my self-figure.
I have pairings that go both ways, where I identify with both characters and don't mind the whumpage going the other way for once. Sam and Frodo, for me, are interchangeable, both the lover and the beloved one at once. But the question of where we are, physically, in "classic slash" (two guys, forbidden love, the whole shuttlecraft crash-pon farr thing) is open. There isn't a clearly marked space in those tets for the intended slashgirl reader. The hurt becomes oblique. We can't name our behavior as sadism or masochism because we aren't identifying strictly with one boy or the other.
I'll pick this up later, when I have more time. Right now, there's some Shelley calling my name.
A lot of this is runoff from my film theory course last term, in which I realized that we're throwing all sorts of words around without any idea what they mean. Bits have since straggled in from my thinks about h/c and idfic and Kristeva, through the twin lenses of my current work on Shelley!cest and the Boy's book.
I've been turning over a lot of thoughts on sadism/masochism in media and fandom--my (our) deeply visceral turn-on at the sufferings of our BSOs. The one thing I'm sure of, actually, is that it's not bdsm. H/c isn't the same thing as torturefic or literary painplay; I love the first, but can't abide the latter. The pivot, the key to the whole thing, is I think maybe the presence of the love-relationship.
Fandom's talked a whole lot, in the past, about the breaking of boundaries that suffering enables. Sam can't love Frodo until they've suffered together, and been thrust past their taboos against emotion and affection and sex. That's a big important thing, but I think there's more to it. The pain isn't just a mechanism like sex pollens or aliens who make you do it. The pain is a major part of the reader's pleasure. If fic were a sex act--and I do think that the emotional pattern of sex and stories are fairly similar--the structure parallel to orgasm is the moment of trauma, the moment of pain. Any sex that may come of it is textual afterglow, or maybe a second go-round after the post-coital haze has cleared.
Okay, so getting off on others' pain. Textbook sadism. Or, the rape-fantasy defense: I'm identifying with the victim, and I'm getting off on secondarily suffering. Both of these readings are rooted in identifcation, either with the one or with the other. But do we actually know how the hell identification works? There's a lot of fuzzy thinking around this subject--I think
sistermagpie had a brilliant post where she said that when she played Robin Hood as a little girl, Robin was a girl because she was, not regendered but fluid. the words we're using don't mean anything.You know that thing where there's a correct victim? Where sometimes in a pairing you want this one hurt but not that one? And when the wrong one goes down you feel pissed, like someone offered you a cookie and then snatched it away, like why are you sending him to the hospital and not the other one oh my god what's wrong with you? Okay, so maybe it's just me, but I have a right one and a wrong one, and the one I want to hurt tends to be the one I identify with/am in love with.
And there's the rub: identify with/am in love with. Which one? This, actually, is one of the interesting things that slash maybe does. Identification becomes more complicated than it might be with, oh, say Elizabeth/Darcy. In that het case, I think it's safe to say that most girls identify with Lizzie and desire Darcy. (Of course, het isn't always that simple, especially when you bring in bi-ness. I could never tell if I'd rather be Anne Shirley or kiss her. But ignoring that, concentrating on the more simple parts of het identification, where there's a specifically designated space for the female reader as well as designated objects of love and lust, where identification can be channeled easily through gendered narrative.) But slash manages to complicate the entire dialectic of identification and desire. Because which of the boys are we? Which is the friend of which, the lover or the beloved one?
I'm way more Sam Winchester than I ever could be Dean, so Sam is my identification character. But Sam's also the sort of boy that I tend to date, being in fact not unlike my SO. Which means that I'm also in love with him. In h/c fic, I wonder if we're--if I'm--not switching my identification for a moment to the other one. My Supernatural h/c of choice is Sam getting hurt, Dean's POV. I want to experience not Sam's pain but Dean's reaction to it. I want to be in Dean's head. Sam's in pain, and I get to be Dean and heal him and love him.
So there's the character that we see ourselves in, what's traditionally meant by "identification," but then we can be in the head of the one who loves our "avatar" character. There's a pleasure in seeing our "self" through the eyes of someone who loves him/us. If I'm identifying with Sam, it's intensely attractive to watch Dean loving him. Maybe because it translates into me being loved, but then again it's Sammy I want to take home at night. Dean's emotions are the ones I want. I want to hear all about how much he loves my self-figure.
I have pairings that go both ways, where I identify with both characters and don't mind the whumpage going the other way for once. Sam and Frodo, for me, are interchangeable, both the lover and the beloved one at once. But the question of where we are, physically, in "classic slash" (two guys, forbidden love, the whole shuttlecraft crash-pon farr thing) is open. There isn't a clearly marked space in those tets for the intended slashgirl reader. The hurt becomes oblique. We can't name our behavior as sadism or masochism because we aren't identifying strictly with one boy or the other.
I'll pick this up later, when I have more time. Right now, there's some Shelley calling my name.
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Date: 2007-04-27 03:17 am (UTC)I wonder if there's any (gen or otherwise) h/c where both the injured party and the caregiver are female? I guess they'd be a dime a dozen in Xena fandom, but I can't think of any other fandoms where they'd be common.
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Date: 2007-04-28 12:02 am (UTC)That's an interesting way of looking at it. I tend to look at my writing and fear that it's just a bit too much damsel in distress-ish which is a stereotype in and of itself.
I wonder if there's any (gen or otherwise) h/c where both the injured party and the caregiver are female?
I'd bet there's Janet and Sam fic out there. *ponders* There's probably some in Firefly -- Inara and Kaylee or either of them with River -- but I can't say that I've actually seen them.
One thing that I think probably comes up is that in a lot of shows, there may only be one main female character.