My mother + Slash = WTF?
My mother is a couple of week shy of 84 years old, a wonderful, intelligent, intellectual woman whose self-definition revolves around liberal politics and feminist spirituality. She turns on the TV to watch the Jim Lehrer Newshour, NOW with Bill Moyers, and The West Wing, and that's pretty much it.
She watched a couple of episodes of Sex in the City with me last year and declared (with considerable disgust) that it was "pornography"... until a few weeks later when she read a Christian Century article that spoke well of the show, calling it "the new comedy of manners" or something along those lines, after which she decided it was okay after all. ;-)
The poor woman's been befuddled and bemused by her offspring's passion with fandom -- first my older brother's decades-long love affair with all things Trek including regular con-going, and my own more recent but equally passionate forays into the Whedonverse, Stargate, and Highlander fandoms.
She doesn't understand it, but she is pleased that I've been writing, and she has read and enjoyed all of my Giles fics and invited me to send her whatever I write in the future. As all my completed stuff so far has been at most PG-13 with nothing racier than a bit of UST, so far so good.
But last night she called and asked what I'm writing these days.
Um... that would be my big honkin' Stargate SG-1 Jack/Daniel very graphic NC-17 romantic smut WIP.
Okay... so now I'm explaining slash to my mother... who is baffled... and I'm trying to explain that I'm writing extremely explicit erotica that I'm pretty sure she wouldn't enjoy and would probably consider pornographic (which may, in fact, be a justified label, not that I think that's a bad thing), so perhaps I won't be sending her this one....
"Well, whatever you think is best," she said finally.
My poor mother. *grin*
She's never had a normal daughter before; why should this change just because I've reached middle age?
If nothing else, I know we're both pleased that we can tell each other pretty much anything that's going on in our lives, even befuddling things like this. Frankly, that's a lot.
She watched a couple of episodes of Sex in the City with me last year and declared (with considerable disgust) that it was "pornography"... until a few weeks later when she read a Christian Century article that spoke well of the show, calling it "the new comedy of manners" or something along those lines, after which she decided it was okay after all. ;-)
The poor woman's been befuddled and bemused by her offspring's passion with fandom -- first my older brother's decades-long love affair with all things Trek including regular con-going, and my own more recent but equally passionate forays into the Whedonverse, Stargate, and Highlander fandoms.
She doesn't understand it, but she is pleased that I've been writing, and she has read and enjoyed all of my Giles fics and invited me to send her whatever I write in the future. As all my completed stuff so far has been at most PG-13 with nothing racier than a bit of UST, so far so good.
But last night she called and asked what I'm writing these days.
Um... that would be my big honkin' Stargate SG-1 Jack/Daniel very graphic NC-17 romantic smut WIP.
Okay... so now I'm explaining slash to my mother... who is baffled... and I'm trying to explain that I'm writing extremely explicit erotica that I'm pretty sure she wouldn't enjoy and would probably consider pornographic (which may, in fact, be a justified label, not that I think that's a bad thing), so perhaps I won't be sending her this one....
"Well, whatever you think is best," she said finally.
My poor mother. *grin*
She's never had a normal daughter before; why should this change just because I've reached middle age?
If nothing else, I know we're both pleased that we can tell each other pretty much anything that's going on in our lives, even befuddling things like this. Frankly, that's a lot.