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| caprycorn |
Ah the hysteria of the IC weblogs, doncha just love it! It's a bit like the sketch from Fawlty Towers – don't mention the “R” word and don't mention the war!
Except I can see why some people get tetchy over blogs when people just say “I want this” and then wax lyrical about something like rape or smashing someone's face in or anything else that is put up as "extreme" to get reaction. I doubt someone wants the reality of these blogs, although I guess you never know. You fantasise about it, fine. All power to your wanking arm. But a suggestion here - just say it's a fantasy at the start. That's all. A suggestion - "I fantasise about..." and then away you go with as much graphic detail as you like. Saves all sorts of flailings and upset from both sides of the fence, although I do appreciate that it breaks the image of being too kool for skool. And then there's some who will say "but nobody has to explain themselves!" True, which is why it's a suggestion, so on with the drama if you choose. Which most apparently do.
I think I'm feeling crotchety because of what has recently happened to Miss_Violet. I only met her once or twice; I'm in no way pretending that I am a friend of hers, and even that she would have known me if she'd have fallen over me. But nonetheless, something tragic has happened to someone who was one of our own. And so I've been following bits and pieces of it in the press and am now hoping that it is his body that's been found.
What I did see in the paper last night was a list of sites that Miss_Violet used. And it included IC. So I'd imagine that we will have many more “tourists” on here than usual, assorted weird and wonderful (as well as not so wonderful) types cruisng our words, as well as coming under increasing scrutiny both from press and police. And whilst, not being entirely ignorant here, I do understand that these things are fantasies and that people can blog what the hell they like and that literary suppression is never a good thing and that there is no accounting for taste and sexual drivers, and all of those things, it still seems crass or rather, even more crass than normal to be going on about wanting to be raped. Look look, I can be REALLY hardcore! Good for you and those that get off on it with you. Not my bag, but as I said, more power to your orgasms. I did wonder though how the declaration of wanting to be raped (or even making a game out of it) would look to an outsider. Not quite so hot, I suspect. But then who knows. They could be spattering the screen as I type.
I've done my own share of wank blogs because it pleased me at the time to do so, and sometimes still does. I'm no shy retiring flower and nor am I so mortally offended by some blogs that I will clasp my hands to my palpitating bosom and shriek, falsetto warbling, that "We must think of the chiiiiiiildren!" Bored maybe but not offended. I've been explicit about fucking, whipping, cutting, about emotional and physical distress, about all sorts of shite that nobody really cares about. And of course I've done some of it for the reaction; if I was not an attention whore, like everyone who blogs, I'd keep a diary. As a slight aside, I tend to blog about what we do rather than what I wank about although I also wank about what we do. Not sure about why I don't blog fantasies; probably because they are mine and some things, including a trip to some of the darker recesses of my mind, are too personal for even me to share. Strange as I'll glibly talk about all sorts of rampant doings that would and might disgust the reader, especially if they've met me - it might not be the most pleasant thought, me with all cellulite bits a-bobbling in the throes of passion. That'll teach you to read them, won't it? As for fantasies, maybe I am lacking in some way that I don't share some of my blackest desires, although I appreciate that they would probably be pale grey in comparison to the fantasies of others. I also find it illuminating, both the O Ps on these types of blogs and the responses. They are always so much more revealing than the posters ever realise, and yes I am self aware enough to include myself in with that.
Back to my point, such as it is - when I see a deliberately / carelessly provocative title such as “I want Rape” I always feel a sense of exasperation which is right now coupled with a cringe factor to the power of ten. It's a stupid thing to say at any time, just as saying that how about a rape game is a stupid thing to say. I can imagine the daily mails of this word getting all sorts of giddy about it. - bdsm perverts want rape! Or bdsm perverts say rape is a game! etc etc whilst deliberately missing the point about the "F" word (be that fantasy or fuckwittage, whichever your standpoint is). Some more people to wank over some blogs, although for an entirely different reason. Hopefully it is just my imagination and reporters out there don't give a toss (fnar fnar) which makes me stupid in turn. So as well as me being stupid about that, I am also being stupid about feeding those that troll for reaction with incendiary blogs. More fool me.
Ah well, looks like I'm just as much of a dick as everyone else that bites either for or against these things. And as I've written more than a few, probably a hypocrite too. And the wanting rape blog plus derivatives has no doubt given all sorts of people all sorts of thrills for all sorts of reasons, which I would imagine was the point of posting it all in the first place.
So one final question - did the earth move for you too?
Edited Thu 12 Feb 09, 7:21 PM by caprycorn
