There's a cliche that goes with fanfiction - something about all the writers and authors just being sexually repressed losers without the balls to go out and buy real porn.
I am a writer. As in, I get paid. To write. For a living. And I fucking love fanfiction.
I think people who denounce it aren't giving the good stuff a chance. They've just read really awful pornos written by 15 year olds who haven't had sex in their whole lives and assumed that it's all like that. There is some really, really beautiful writing in fandom.
Tonight's revelation: I used be just as bad in the way that I told myself for the longest time not to read AU [alternate universe] fics, because fanfiction needs to feel like it could really happen. But tonight I finally buckled down and made myself read through
Apples Are Not the Only Fruit by bexless, and I realized, a bit retardedly, that - oh. Just because something isn't 'authentic' doesn't mean it can't be believable. I feel like I've fucking trolled myself all these years by convincing myself that AU is silly and impossible. It's just as impossible and just as true as ALL fiction - on that beautiful bridge between myth and reality.
I can't believe I was depriving myself of gems like this:
Kris’ stomach dropped into his shoes when he heard Adam’s sleepy, grumpy voice.
“I swear to God, Neil, you better actually be in jail this time or I am going to beat your face in with a butt plug.”