fic I'm absolutely not writing, because I'm working on my livelongnmarry fic instead
I want to write a story where John's gay and in love with Rodney. (Bear with me, here, I know I've just described 60% of all SGA fic)They've agreed (without ever actually saying anything) never to talk about it, because Rodney's straight and that's that.
Until aliens make them do it, and all hell breaks loose.
It's WNGWJLEO for the current fandom generation, right? WNGWJLEO without any of the internalized homophobia and upsetting tendency to moralism, where Rodney's never been less than straight and finds gay sex mostly boring and uncomfortable, but John loves him so fucking much it's ridiculous, and John puts so much effort into making the sex good that Rodney feels kinda bad not giving it another shot.
So he does.
It gets exponentially better without the perverted voyeur aliens, enough so that Rodney actually enjoys it, and John is so happy that Rodney just - keeps doing it. Maybe Rodney visits Jeannie for whatever reason, and babbles about all his angst and sexual identity crises and whatnot, until finally Kaleb says, "Uh, listen, my specialty is modern British poetry; I'm not exactly well-read in queer theory."
And Rodney explodes, like, "What, you actually specialize? How is there even enough hard information about modern British poetry to successfully write a thesis?"
Kaleb, of course, is frustrated and lost, so he gives in and just lets Rodney talk until Rodney decides he doesn't need to label himself, and doesn't say he's "gay" or "bi" or "queer" or whatever, but rather that he's "kind of weird about John, Jesus, why is this such a hard concept for everyone to understand? Your fixation on needing to label the diverse array of circumstances that make up an individual's sexual experience with broad generalizations (which are almost useless in describing an entire lifetime of momentary preferences and practices) is fairly disturbing. Think about what you're teaching Madison with all of this normative crap!"
When Rodney shares his revelation back on Atlantis John just smirks and gives him a blowjob, because really, John's okay being a big old homo. Plus, blowjobs.
So there are hijinks and shenanigans and sex0rs and finally TRUE LOVE PREVAILS. It shall be my statement on the limitations and pitfalls of static labels for something as fluid and complicated as human sexuality! My statement with porn.
Of course, I don't have time for this right now. School = hard. But I can't stop thinking about how much I want to write it.
My own personal sexual re-evaluation is ongoing, though it's becoming more and more apparent to me that boys, however pretty, aren't really the way to go romantically. I feel like if I could write a happy ending for Rodney's re-evaluation, it would make me feel twenty bajillion times better about my life. :)
Until aliens make them do it, and all hell breaks loose.
It's WNGWJLEO for the current fandom generation, right? WNGWJLEO without any of the internalized homophobia and upsetting tendency to moralism, where Rodney's never been less than straight and finds gay sex mostly boring and uncomfortable, but John loves him so fucking much it's ridiculous, and John puts so much effort into making the sex good that Rodney feels kinda bad not giving it another shot.
So he does.
It gets exponentially better without the perverted voyeur aliens, enough so that Rodney actually enjoys it, and John is so happy that Rodney just - keeps doing it. Maybe Rodney visits Jeannie for whatever reason, and babbles about all his angst and sexual identity crises and whatnot, until finally Kaleb says, "Uh, listen, my specialty is modern British poetry; I'm not exactly well-read in queer theory."
And Rodney explodes, like, "What, you actually specialize? How is there even enough hard information about modern British poetry to successfully write a thesis?"
Kaleb, of course, is frustrated and lost, so he gives in and just lets Rodney talk until Rodney decides he doesn't need to label himself, and doesn't say he's "gay" or "bi" or "queer" or whatever, but rather that he's "kind of weird about John, Jesus, why is this such a hard concept for everyone to understand? Your fixation on needing to label the diverse array of circumstances that make up an individual's sexual experience with broad generalizations (which are almost useless in describing an entire lifetime of momentary preferences and practices) is fairly disturbing. Think about what you're teaching Madison with all of this normative crap!"
When Rodney shares his revelation back on Atlantis John just smirks and gives him a blowjob, because really, John's okay being a big old homo. Plus, blowjobs.
So there are hijinks and shenanigans and sex0rs and finally TRUE LOVE PREVAILS. It shall be my statement on the limitations and pitfalls of static labels for something as fluid and complicated as human sexuality! My statement with porn.
Of course, I don't have time for this right now. School = hard. But I can't stop thinking about how much I want to write it.
My own personal sexual re-evaluation is ongoing, though it's becoming more and more apparent to me that boys, however pretty, aren't really the way to go romantically. I feel like if I could write a happy ending for Rodney's re-evaluation, it would make me feel twenty bajillion times better about my life. :)