Teh Guilty Pleasure rears its Ugly Head again
Very, very occasionally, I read RPS. Today, it's Monty Python slash *hangs head in shame*.
Shoot me now.
Anyway. I've just been skimming through some porny fics, and have found two reccuring motifs that I find highly annoying:
First, the authors' insistence, that twentysomething Arts students would have "calloused fingers". "He pushed his long, calloused fingers inside..." "He wrapped his long, calloused fingers around..." etc. etc. The "long", I am fine with. But if I know something about twentysomething Arts students - and I do - their hands tend to be girlishly, ridiculously soft. Seriously, there are plenty of other characteristics you might notice about their fingers before encountering the callousness.
Second, the lube. This is something that's been always putting me off in Life on Mars fics, too: The 1960s/1970s were the years before AIDS (and hence the omnipresence of condoms) and the general public's liberal attutide towards homosexuality (and hence the omnipresence of vendors distributing products to aid the act of sodomy and other rather more risqué practices) had caught on. If you were after some sodomy action, vaseline was the way to go.
And thus, my short-lived fling with Monty Python slash has run its course before it even began.
Shoot me now.
Anyway. I've just been skimming through some porny fics, and have found two reccuring motifs that I find highly annoying:
First, the authors' insistence, that twentysomething Arts students would have "calloused fingers". "He pushed his long, calloused fingers inside..." "He wrapped his long, calloused fingers around..." etc. etc. The "long", I am fine with. But if I know something about twentysomething Arts students - and I do - their hands tend to be girlishly, ridiculously soft. Seriously, there are plenty of other characteristics you might notice about their fingers before encountering the callousness.
Second, the lube. This is something that's been always putting me off in Life on Mars fics, too: The 1960s/1970s were the years before AIDS (and hence the omnipresence of condoms) and the general public's liberal attutide towards homosexuality (and hence the omnipresence of vendors distributing products to aid the act of sodomy and other rather more risqué practices) had caught on. If you were after some sodomy action, vaseline was the way to go.
And thus, my short-lived fling with Monty Python slash has run its course before it even began.