Kinky Idol Mirrors

[thamiris]

Mirror, MirrorReturning to Montreal, I looked into a mirror: I have churches for eyes, a cobbled tongue, St. Laurent hair. It was the first time I ever realized in a thousand-flashing-lightbulb way the extent that the city's inscribed on my bones...Or, truer yet, that my skeleton's made of Montreal

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[slb44]

Montreal so owns me too! Though I straddle the line between anglo and quebecois a in an ackward manner that only a blonde, fair skinned Italian Canadian can. ;-)

[thamiris]

Were you born there, too? I know you live in ON now... If you're of Italian extraction, did you go to Catholic school there? In my day (back when dinosaurs roamed the earth), the Catholic schools were French, the Protestant ones English, which just confused the pot even more. *g*

[slb44]

Nope. Born in and raised in Niagara.

But my mother's sister and her family lived there and after my mother died I spent all my free time with them. Even went to school with my cousin's.

My family doesn't believe in separate school boards so we didn't do Catholic schools and as it turns out I was baptized presbyterian, like my mom, so even in Quebec my relatives were in the english schools, which did half a day in french, which as you say, just confused the pot even more.

Then I went back to do university at McGill.

[thamiris]

Hee! That's life in the big city! I also went to McGill, and did the half day in English, half in French thing. It's an awesome city.

[minim_calibre]

You and Leonard Cohen.

Montreal breeds words.

[thamiris]

Now there's some exalted company! Thanks, chica! Have you ever been to Montreal, btw?

[gnomi]

My trippy, awkward, overthought relationship with language? From growing up in a city with language police, from the Anglo habit of saying everything twice, once in English, once in French, of ploughing ahead in the second if the first gets a blank stare or a nationalist glare then committing crimes against the rolling-R flow of la langue officielle

Do you find yourself smacking up against your native language(s) often, missing the word in one that you need but having it in the other? This happens all the time to me.

(It doesn't help at all that my second language is also the first language of my new parent company, so I'm hearing it more and more on a regular basis, thus making me code switch with much more frequency. It makes my (American) coworkers' eyes bug out when I accidentally switch.)

[thamiris]

That Fringlish confusion happened to me more frequently when I lived in Montreal and was surrounded by French, but yeppers: it happened then and it still happens now. And some French words are just better, so I use 'em anyway.

You sound like you're in a linguistically-crazy place, hon! Can I ask what your other language is? (

[gnomi]

My second language is Hebrew, and the bizarre thing is that neither of my parents are nearly as fluent (and they didn't speak it in the house when I was growing up, since they're not fluent). But my mother was taking a class in Hebrew when I was two that was audio-tape based, so she played the tapes all the time, and so I learned all the vocabulary. And then they sent me to Jewish schools where I learned in Hebrew from native speakers.

It doesn't help my day-to-day vocabulary that there are concepts I just don't have in English for which I tend to substitute Hebrew/Yiddish terms (this is not uncommon; a conversation with many non-Jewish New Yorkers can have as much Yiddish as a conversation with my mother). And then my company was bought by an Israeli company, and so a whole slew of folks keep coming for meetings who speak Hebrew in the hallways.

Sometimes I feel like I should come with my own glossary. :-)

[thamiris]

I thought it was Hebrew because I know you speak it, but then I'm always a half-step (at least) away from reality so I decided to ask. *g*

And there's nothing like a second language to remind us of all the inadequacies of English, is there?

[mskatej]

I have that kink also. I love stories where Clark and Lex go to sexual extremes because they're so horny for each other. Everything is hot when it's those two. The more deviant the better, because on the surface, Clark is such a good boy, and Lex is so *pristine*. But we know better.

There's nothing hotter than a Lex covered in sweat and come and not remotely interested in being clean, or a Clark being *disgusting*. YUMMY.

[thamiris]

Yes, that whole idea of "sexual extremes" is terribly hot! I often, er, entertain myself with thoughts of how far each will go, of just how debauched and panting-for-it each could become. Ah, good times... *g*

[thepouncer]

I've been longing for good kink lately. Especially the kind that satisfies *my* deviant sexual desires (ah, for the deliberate relinquishing of power, an equal deciding that somebody else gets to tell them what to do). But almost everything I find is *wrong* in some way, doesn't let me sink into the characters and the evoked sensations.

Or misuses words and grammar to such an extent that I scream and run away. Where has all the porn gone?

[thamiris]

Ha! I'd love to read something like that, something that *does it*, not something that imitates it and tumbles over its own intention, a story that revels in its own perversity. I'm getting wriggly just thinking of it...

I do wonder if we don't see as much because writers are a little embarrassed to throw their kinks out there.

[thepouncer]

I wrote an SGA story recently that was all about giving in to my kinks. It's amazing how well it flowed when I stopped thinking about it and just wrote. I feel like there's less porn out there, or maybe early Smallville was an atypical fandom? Dirty hot porn everywhere. Oh, how I miss it.

[thamiris]

Go you, kinky girl!

As for SV: I suspect that the porn in this fandom died down because readers seemed so plot-oriented...Although perhaps that's just me projecting my own sense of things as a writer.