OK, the next long GO historical fic is definitely starting to coalesce in a big way. (About time too, some of its weirder ideas have been around for almost a year.)
But I think sideways so...I was thinking this "morning" of a conversation
use_theforce_em and I had a little while ago about how it'd be fun to have a GO fanworks fest where people are encouraged to really let their freak flags fly. Bizarre never-done pairings, outré kinks, utter crack.
See, looking at HP fandom, one of its greatest strengths in the Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations department, is that, no matter how weird your fic is, you can always find something to point to that's far freakier and say, "now, THAT person who wrote THAT is SICK. I'm just...adventurous." It's just like the way someone with pink hair and a nose ring would get stared at and maybe threatened in my 200-person Appalachian home town...but in the East Village of NYC, not so much. But there, the seven-foot-tall drag queen with the prosthetic horns and the diamond teeth wearing nothing but sequins, a gigantic peacock tail, and a python might draw a comment or two (not necessarily negative, just a certain awe). It's a matter of where the frontiers are placed. It's relative.
So more than once I've found myself getting nervous about a GO fic and twittering, "Is this too out-there"? over something that's, frankly, pretty damn tame in the grand scheme of things. The idea of the fest (which I think I'd name with some reference to St John of Patmos and his magic mushrooms) would be, well, first and foremost, to have BIG FUN, and second, to move the goalposts.
But I think sideways so...I was thinking this "morning" of a conversation
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See, looking at HP fandom, one of its greatest strengths in the Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations department, is that, no matter how weird your fic is, you can always find something to point to that's far freakier and say, "now, THAT person who wrote THAT is SICK. I'm just...adventurous." It's just like the way someone with pink hair and a nose ring would get stared at and maybe threatened in my 200-person Appalachian home town...but in the East Village of NYC, not so much. But there, the seven-foot-tall drag queen with the prosthetic horns and the diamond teeth wearing nothing but sequins, a gigantic peacock tail, and a python might draw a comment or two (not necessarily negative, just a certain awe). It's a matter of where the frontiers are placed. It's relative.
So more than once I've found myself getting nervous about a GO fic and twittering, "Is this too out-there"? over something that's, frankly, pretty damn tame in the grand scheme of things. The idea of the fest (which I think I'd name with some reference to St John of Patmos and his magic mushrooms) would be, well, first and foremost, to have BIG FUN, and second, to move the goalposts.