воскресенье, 13 сентября 2015
чой-то меня в Мусорник потянуло...upd: ну-ну. Некоторые вещи не меняются никогда.
Сколько дней прошло с последнего "вы все больные и не лечитесь"? Месяц есть?
А то опять
обьяснительные (слава богу, до кого-то наконец дошло - " people use HTP as a form of therapy"), причем в высшей степени
адекватные...
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This is probably just waving a cape at a bull, but let me explain a thing.
I have never been raped. I am lucky, because I’m also a member of a high-risk group for rape. I am VERY AWARE of the possibility (dare I say probability) of my future rape, and I am proactive about preventing it, because unfortunately I live in a culture that encourages non-consensual sexual violence.
Despite that, I am also a proud member/producer of the Hydra Trash Party. I enjoy reading about Steve Rogers getting gangbanged by hoodlums. You’ve got the Winter Soldier tied up with piano wire and fucked ‘til he’s unconscious? Bring. It. On.
See, the thing is, I have kinks. What this means, for the sweet innocents out there, is that I love the taste of Steve Rogers’s tears in my morning tea. I didn’t ask to like the things I like; for most of them, I didn’t even know they existed until I joined fandom and read fic and twigged to the fact that, hey, this is kind of sick, but also kind of… hot? WTF?
It wasn’t because I was raped and it fucked with my head. It wasn’t because I was abused as a child. It’s because I find vulnerability and pain fascinating, and exploring how my mind works often results in some pretty fucked-up fic.
There’s a difference between real life and fiction. I shouldn’t even have to say this, but there it is. In fiction, you can do unspeakable things to characters because, at the end of the day, they don’t exist. You can explore and vent the seamy underbelly of your fantasies without real-world complications like STDs or pregnancy or victim blaming. Alternately, you can explore these things, because sometimes what motivates a fic is not what you find attractive, but what you fear.
I’m afraid of getting raped. I don’t want to be raped, I’m sure you understand why. But I just finished writing an incredibly explicit rape scene from the victim’s perspective, and some of the things I wrote were things I’m afraid of. It was an act of emotional catharsis as much as it was of kinkiness.
I shouldn’t have to justify it with that, though, any more than a rape survivor should have to flash their Survivor’s Club Card to be permitted to like the things they like. In the kink community, there is a wonderful saying: “Your kink is not my kink.” It’s a simple philosophy that implies, “Welp, you like some things I just don’t understand–but so long as everyone has fun at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.”
The Hydra Trash Party is considered a “safe place” because potentially traumatizing kinks are allowed to be aired out, discussed, explored, and UNDERSTOOD before they’re applied anywhere near real life. We are rigorous about tagging our materials because we understand that “my kink may not be your kink, and sometimes my kinks may trigger you,” and we don’t want to discomfit those around us (also it makes it easier to find them again, later :P). We are rigid about our boundaries, because once they can be crossed with impunity, the HTP will no longer be a safe space, and all the benefit it has done, for survivor or not, will be negated.
We refuse to stop, because we find it affirming, educational, and above all, fun. And we’re getting really sick of having to justify ourselves to a society that is so far removed from healthy sexual behavior that it can’t recognize it when it sees it.
@темы:
Marvel и Ко,
Блоги,
Креатив,
Люди,
Мысли вслух,
Ссылки,
Отношения