From: "Neil Faulkner" N.Faulkner@tesco.net
<Almost as if rebellion or revolution were perceived to be mutually incompatible with sexual relations. I detect the implication that anything outside relationships is seen to be somehow asexual and sterile or even antisexual, whi strikes me as depressingly reactionary.>
I think you're right, as witness the recent spate of posts along the lines of the writer liking a particular story up until the sex bit kicks in. But this does raise a point about a lot of the erotic fiction that I've seen: that often the sex does seem to be divorced from the politics, as if the two were mutually incompatible, which seems to run counter to the way in which sex was presented in the series itself. Not the case for all erotic fanfic, but certainly a problem with many examples of the genre.
PS to Una and Tavia: OK, OK. Cambridge won already. What do you do, genetically engineer your rowing team?
Fiona
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Fiona wrote:
PS to Una and Tavia: OK, OK. Cambridge won already. What do you do, genetically engineer your rowing team?
We woz robbed! They dropped an oar and were allowed to stop and pick it up! That would never have happened in B7!
Harriet wrote:
Fiona wrote:
PS to Una and Tavia: OK, OK. Cambridge won already. What do you do, genetically engineer your rowing team?
We woz robbed! They dropped an oar and were allowed to stop and pick it up! That would never have happened in B7!
cackle cackle, and other sportspersonlike sentiments...
Una
Harriet Monkhouse hflysator@jarriere.demon.co.uk wrote:
Fiona wrote:
PS to Una and Tavia: OK, OK. Cambridge won already. What do you do, genetically engineer your rowing team?
We woz robbed! They dropped an oar and were allowed to stop and pick it up! That would never have happened in B7! -- Harriet
Anyone care to do the skit?
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Jacqui asked:
Anyone care to do the skit?
Well, what I really imagined was something like:
"Spacefall" by Harriet Monkhouse
GAN: Stay right there, or we'll kill them. Drop your guns! [Vila drops his gun. London guard shoots other prisoner.] GUARD: Move and you're dead! GAN: Vila! VILA: I got confused. [Enter the boat race umpire, who might as well be Jarriere 'cos I haven't written him into this episode yet.] UMPIRE: Wait a minute, that's not fair! Let the laddie pick up his gun again! [Vila picks up gun.] GAN: Stay right there, or we'll kill them. Drop your guns! [Guard drops his gun. Vila shoots him. They take over the London, but Vila is tossed out of an airlock because he looks most like a cox.]