A Dark Slide of Ecstasy 1/5 **NC-17** by Shalimar
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Subject: A Dark Slide of Ecstasy 1/5 **NC-17**
From: Shalimar <al...@compuserve.com>
Date: Wed, 24 Sep 1997 12:25:15 -0400
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WARNING: ***NC-17***
TITLE: A Dark Slide of Ecstasy
AUTHOR: Shalimar
E-MAIL ADDRESS: al...@compuserve.com
CLASSIFICATION: MSR, Story, Angst
More Warning:
Contains adult content, violence, language, rape (not M/S) and graphic sex.
Author's note:
I know many readers are not interested in stories that contain rape. I
agree completely. Rape is a horrible thing. Unfortunately, once started,
the rape storyline became important to the whole story. It has darker
elements than anything I've written so far. On the other hand, I think it
holds a positive message of two loving adults.
Disclaimer: The characters here belong to FOX. The story belongs to me.
No infringement intended.
Spoilers: This is set in an alternate universe where the events of Fifth
Season U.S. do not exist. Except one little thing from Never Again. . . .
Special thanks to Madeleine Partous who helped me with this above and
beyond the call of duty. And to BeckyD--proofer-extraordinare--thanks for
the encouragement.
A Dark Slide of Ecstasy
Part 1/5
Mulder lay in the dark of his cell. No matter how hard he strained his
eyes, he could never see anything in the moist blackness of the tropical
night. Long ago he'd stopped trying.
He was naked. The one small blanket on the dirty mattress barely covered
him. But he wasn't really cold. It was never really cold here. Except
sometimes in the hour before dawn, and then he would curl up tightly
beneath the blanket and dream of Scully.
Funny how he always remembered her holding him, because she rarely had.
Sometimes, in the half-reality between sleep and waking he'd be so sure he
could feel her arms, her arms around him and his around her. His face
nestled in her hair. He'd smile against her hair and pull her more tightly
against him. Loving her warmth. Loving her smell. Pressing himself
against her and in her. Burying himself in her as she--with a little noise
of love--would press back against him, then they'd ride out their passion
and their cries would mingle as they came together in a dark slide of
ecstasy.
And sometimes they wouldn't make love, but she would be there with her
comfort, her love, her arms wrapped around him.
But then he'd wake up. His arms empty and nothing but his rail thin body
under a mangy blanket.
And no Scully. No Scully ever again.
Because she was dead.
He'd watched her go over the cliff into the ocean a thousand times in his
mind. Nothing could survive the two hundred foot drop into the sea. No
one could survive the impact at the bottom. And him standing on the
opposite side of the rift in the precipice, unable to do anything but
watch. The walls of the cliff echoing back his desperate cry.
Scul-leee. Scul- leeeee. Scul-leeeeeee. Till the sound was lost in
the cries of the gulls overhead.
And she was gone.
And then he'd been hit on the head from behind and could remember nothing
till he woke up in this cell. She was the last person he'd seen. He'd
never seen his captors, no one disturbed his solitude. And how long had it
been? Six -- no -- seven months, but that was only how many days he'd
scratched on the wall when he felt like counting.
They shouldn't have split up, but he'd told her to go that way, and she'd
gone, his Scully, just like she always had. If only . . . .
If only.
His mind wandered now. He liked to think he thought about things, about
the reasons he was here, about the work they'd been doing, but he didn't,
not much. He spent the daytime hours craning his neck and staring out the
tiny slit in the thick stone walls. The desolate shore and the ocean were
all he could see. He never saw another living thing cross his little bit
of view. Not even the gulls, although sometimes he heard their high cries.
But the ocean was alive, it had its moods, and it kept him company of
sorts.
And it had Scully.
And then, when night came, he'd imagine her coming from the sea, slipping
through the tiny crack in the wall and into his arms.
When she'd first died, he'd been in shock. Everything had been blackness,
his mind refusing to work. His heart gone.
But then the numbness had worn away and the grief hit him. As time
passed it hadn't gotten easier. Her death had eaten away at him. At his
mind, at his body. His soul. So finally--now--he'd lapsed into a state
where he pretended she wasn't dead. It was a game he played in his mind.
He realized it was all that kept him holding on. He knew it wasn't real.
He did. But he wouldn't think about that now. He'd try to think back and
remember how they'd been in love . . . but then, they hadn't really been in
love, had they? He would spend hours examining all the little clues. He
could remember every little touch, or glance. Sometimes he
thought--yes--they'd been in love, sometimes no.
But now they were.
If he concentrated now he could feel her coming to him, the sea salty on
her skin, feel her arms go ‘round him, her smooth cool hands gliding over
his chest, his back, stroking his penis, cupping his balls. He gasped
softly as her fingers wrapped around him, caressing him, loving him. How
many times had he made love with his dream Scully come back from the sea?
A hundred times, a thousand? It was the only thing keeping him sane. If
this was sane.
He rubbed his hands over her ribs, cupping her breasts, squeezing the
nipples. She seemed thinner too, his dream Scully.
A sharp creak from the doorway snapped him awake.
Someone was at the door of his cell. It was hard to wake up, but he made
himself roll off the mattress onto the floor and crouch. No one disturbed
him at night. Ever. The only interruption to his solitary existence was
the food, shoved under the door of the cell once a day.
He rose slowly. He was stiff. He tried to exercise but he knew his body
was atrophying, rotting, gradually decaying in the moist tropical heat.
The door creaked again softly. He sensed rather than heard or saw the
presence in the room. Whoever it was, he was trying to be quiet.
Mulder knew this space. Knew the vibrations from every inch of stone. The
intruder was standing by the door. Waiting, listening.
Mulder backed up to the wall. His bare feet made no noise. He knew, if it
were the guards coming for him, they would assume he was asleep on the
mattress on the floor.
He had the element of surprise on his side. He wondered if he should
attack first. They'd taught him that in the FBI. Hadn't they? Did it
really matter anyway if he was killed? Would it be better than this
haunted existence? A last shred of his former life tugged at his brain.
Was it absurd to jump at attackers stark naked in the pitch dark?
The intruder made a slight sound. A scuffing footstep on stone. It was
just one person.
Mulder decided. He jumped.
The person went down hard with a gasp, but not before instinctively hitting
back at him. Catching him hard under the chin with an elbow. Making him
see stars in the blackness. Mulder went down hard, too, and landed across
the other's body, with a grunt. His attacker turned and fought back
desperately, fighting dirty. Digging at his eyes, twisting and grabbing at
his beard, his hair--anything they could yank.
Shit. He warded off the attack. Then, everything happened at once. He
realized the person he was fighting was as naked as himself. Another
prisoner--there were others?--Who?--Why?--went through his mind as he
struggled. At the same time his hand encountered soft flesh, and after a
split-second's consideration he realized his hand was resting on what could
only be a woman's breast. He went still with shock. That was enough to
give his opponent the advantage and use the moment to twist from beneath
him and kick him in the balls. Pain exploded through his body and he
rolled away.
His foe scrambled into the other direction, into the darkness.
A woman, he thought cloudily through the stabbing pain in his groin. They
would have no reason to be keeping a woman here.
Unless. . . . He froze, his mind trying sluggishly to block the pain and
concentrate on the sounds coming from the other side of the room.
He could hear her short panting breaths, she was feeling along the walls,
trying to find the door. He couldn't let her go, he had to know who she
was. He rolled across the floor and grabbed at her ankles. He caught at
one and got a kick in the eye.
He didn't let go and yanked hard as she gave a panting little sob and tried
to wrench her foot free.
Mulder felt yearning grip his chest like a vise. Could it be her? It
couldn't be her. He'd seen her fall. It couldn't be her.
Let it be her.
She sobbed again.
He didn't recognize the sob.
"Let go of me, you prick." Her voice was low, rough, vicious. She jerked
her foot, trying to twist it away from him.
He gulped back a throat full of tears and tried to make his unused voice
squeeze out her name. He hadn't used his voice in months--it wouldn't
work.
She lashed out at him--savagely--with her captured heel.
"Scuh-lee . . . ?" he managed, his voice just a breath of a whisper.
The ankle stopped dead in his hands. He lay panting, waiting on the floor.
He let go.
Nothing.
Suddenly she dropped to the floor beside him. And then her hands were on
him, touching him, feeling him all over--his arms, his chest--touching him
everywhere. They moved to his face, stopping suddenly at his beard, then
traveling again, slowly and gently over his cheekbones, his eyebrows, and
his eyes, now brimming over with tears. Her fingers paused again as they
felt the tears. He started to raise up, then she grabbed him by the
shoulders and hauled him up against her, her arms going around him hard,
her face buried in his neck as he wrapped his arms around her and crushed
her to him as if his heart would break. It was breaking. He hadn't
realized it could break from happiness.
"Mulder," she whispered against his neck. Her voice completely different
now, thick with gladness, amazement and tears, her arms clutching him
tightly, frantically.
He could feel their warm tears mingling on each other's skin as they rocked
each other. Relief shot through his blood as his hands ran over her back,
her body. She was thinner, just like in his dreams. He tilted her head
back and touched her face, feeling all over it with his fingertips. He ran
his fingers into her hair, then stopped in surprise. Her hair was short,
cropped, and was about an inch long all over her head. Now it was much
shorter than his.
"Your hair," he whispered. He felt her shake her head.
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God, I can't believe it," she whispered as she ran her
fingers across his face, too. Feeling his beard, feeling his lips, she ran
her fingers into his tangled hair, slowly following it to its
below-the-shoulder length.
"I'm filthy."
"Oh, my God. I don't care. Oh, my God. Mulder." He could feel her gaze
in the dark. Staring at his face, tying to see him as he tried to see her.
"I thought you were dead." Her voice broke on the words. He stroked her
back. Her skin felt dry and cold. He could feel her start to shake in the
dark.
"You're cold. Let me get the blanket," he said, his voice was coming back,
still rough, but working.
"Don't let go of me," she gripped him tightly and he pulled her to her feet
with him. He led her through the dark to the mattress on the floor.
"Here," he said. He sat her down and tried to drape the blanket over her,
but she wouldn't let him go. He sank to the mattress, and pulled her onto
his lap, pulling the blanket around them both.
She was really shivering now, shaking convulsively in little bursts. He
huddled his body around her and held her as close to him as he could.
Trying to give her the warmth of his body. He bent his head and pressed
his face against her hair. His Scully. His love. Alive? She was alive.
He was in shock. Or--was this the dream Scully? His mouth was on her
hair, the strands in his mouth. He realized he was kissing it. He made
himself stop. He did remember, he could remember when he had to. They
hadn't been lovers. If this was the real Scully, he couldn't kiss her.
She was alive.
"Mulder, I thought you were dead. I saw you fall off the cliff. I thought
you were dead," she gave a little sob. "All this time."
"You saw me fall? I didn't . . . fall . . . off the cliff. . . . You did.
I watched you fall. I thought you were dead. I saw you die."
"How?"
He tried to think back. "Hallucinogens, maybe? In the food at the Swiss
Consulate that day," he said, realizing suddenly that was what must have
happened.
"And we had some kind of double hallucination?"
"I don't know. Where were you? Did they bring you now and put you in with
me?"
"No. No. I checked the door of my cell. I do every night, but tonight
it was open. I came out and felt my way down the hall. There were only two
doors--yours--and the other was locked. I had no idea you were in here. I
was trying to get out."
The hair on the back of his neck rose.
"You've been here since it happened?"
"Yes."
Right down the hall? The thought made him sick.
What had it been like for her? He hugged her tightly. She felt so
fragile, so small in his arms. She'd lost weight. A lot of it. Ten
pounds, maybe fifteen. She was still shivering, he had to make her warm.
He pulled her still closer, tucked the blanket around her and began rocking
her gently and soothingly as much to comfort himself as her.
He was scared. It was one thing to be here alone, slipping in and out of
his dreams. When she was dead she'd been safe. Now she was suddenly here,
in this horrible place where he couldn't take care of her. Couldn't take
care of himself. He had to concentrate.
He couldn't talk. His throat, his chest was still so full of tears that
all he could do was hold her close, his body aware of every inch of her
skin against his own as he rocked her gently. Back and forth. Back and
forth.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
She swam groggily up to consciousness. Her head was splitting, pounding
terribly . . . she knew if she lifted it, it would break in half. Her eyes
slowly focused in the thin light. She seemed to be in a room made entirely
of stone. Two slits high on the wall were the only source of light. She
was bruised, her whole body painful, aching all over. Painfully she turned
her head. She was lying on an old musty mattress on the floor.
She realized all at once that she was naked, how had that happened? All
that covered her was a thin blanket. She put a hand to the back of her
head and pressed gingerly. There was a terrible bump, sticky with blood.
Mulder.
Oh, God. Suddenly she remembered. Mulder. Oh, no, Mulder, no. The
cliff. Tears rose in her throat and a sharp pain pierced through her. Her
body was wracked with giant sobs. Mulder. . . . She scrunched herself
into a tight little ball and wrapped her arms around her knees.
She lay hunched over, sobbing, for a long time. Gradually she became aware
of a dull throbbing pain from between her legs, too. She reached down and
touched herself. She felt swollen, bruised- -what? She pulled her hand
away and looked at it. Oh no. Dear God. No. Frantically she looked
around the room for something to wash herself with. A sink and a toilet
stood in one corner. One tap let out tepid rush of rust-stained water,
desperately she splashed the water between her legs, washing and washing,
sobbing, gasping. She had to get out of here.
She ran to the door and tried the handle. It was locked. She was afraid to
call out, afraid whoever had done this would come back. Frantically she ran
back to the sink and washed herself again and again, until at last she sunk
exhausted to the floor of her prison, pressed her forehead against the wet
stone floor and wept.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
end of part one. . . . continued in part 2/5
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Gertie the Bimbo Beth
**Gertie jumps up and down**
Thanks for posting this Shalimar!! It has been a favorite of mine for
quite some time now!
To reply to the "New Keyword" posts about rape, I have this to say:
X-Files FanFic is not real. It is FICTION. My personal favorite types of
stories to read are ANGST-filled NC17/Romance between our two heros.It's
just what I like to read, and I'm not ashamed to admit that! So I like
high drama in my stories... That doesn't mean I want it to happen to me,
or my sisters, or my mother, or any of you! Some of my all time
favorites include:
Sound of Wind Chimes (rape)
Violations I and II (rape)
Cheapened Things (ANGSTFEST)
Madness by Kelly Gallo (rape)
Anything by Leyla Harrison :)
Words series (ANGST/MSR)
Dark Side of Ecstasy (rape)
Walls Series (rape)
All of the above stories include warnings for content, and if ANGST
filled rape scenes offend you, please do not read them. I am makung this
point because I do not want any authors out their to be discouraged
about writing my favorite types of stories anymore.
Thanks for listening! (BTW, the "rape" content is even one of my FanFic
Challenges at http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Cavern/4867/challenge.html
or is it http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Cavern/4867/challenges.html ?)
All done. Bye bye...
GertieBeth
"Radar love..." Fox Mulder, Genderbender
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Cavern/4867
Lee Burwasser
Gertie the Bimbo Beth wrote:
[[ snip ]]
>
> Sound of Wind Chimes (rape)
> Violations I and II (rape)
> Cheapened Things (ANGSTFEST)
> Madness by Kelly Gallo (rape)
> Anything by Leyla Harrison :)
> Words series (ANGST/MSR)
> Dark Side of Ecstasy (rape)
> Walls Series (rape)
>
> All of the above stories include warnings for content, and if ANGST
> filled rape scenes offend you, please do not read them.
I remember the "Words" series and the "Walls" series, and I gather that
"Wind Chimes" is the one about alien-induced rape whose name I don't
recall. On the rest I draw a blank, so let's talk about those three.
They are indeed angst-filled rape, which is what makes them realistic.
There's a story being serialised now which is not only angst-filled
rape, but in which Mulder says and does all the things you're not
supposed to say and do to a rape victim. None of these stories show the
victim falling in love with the rapist, and are in fact excellent
examples of the type of rape story I specified I was *not* talking
about. I used "Wind Chimes" as a specific example, tho not by name.
A warning that there is rape or mention of rape is no longer enough. We
now have romanticised, "fun" rape stories, which *deny* the angst, the
trauma, the long-term debilitation of rape, and show the victim eager to
have sex with the rapist again. Perhaps the new keyword should be
"'fun' rape" -- a warning that this story does *not* deal with the
reality of rape, but is an expansion of the rapist's claim that the
victim "really" enjoyed being raped.
Lee Burwasser Landover MD
*working stiff--don't blame me for policy*
Phetsy Calderon
In article <19970926171...@ladder02.news.aol.com>,
cann...@aol.com (Canny409) wrote:
> >>>We now have romanticised, "fun" rape stories, which *deny* the angst,
> the trauma, the long-term debilitation of rape, and show the victim eager
> to have sex with the rapist again. Perhaps the new keyword should be
> "'fun' rape" -- a warning that this story does *not* deal with the reality
> of rape, but is an expansion of the rapist's claim that the victim "really"
> enjoyed being raped.<<<
>
> To be very blunt, treating the subjects of rape, racism, child and spousal
> abuse in an off-hand, frivolous or exploitive manner is lazy, thoughtless
> and in foul taste.
>
> Of course, writers can write whatever they want. But it would be wise to
> remember that there exist certain themes, that, according to how they are
> handled within a piece, not only reflect upon the author's work , but upon
> the author themselves.
I've noticed some other trends in fanfic treatment of certain social
topics (for want of a better term), trends which I find very disturbing.
They are:
1. Any self-respecting woman will be angry or disgusted if any man finds
her sexually attractive.
2. The simple statement by a man that he finds a woman attractive
constitutes sexual harassment.
I've read several fanfics which are instances of Trend 1. Usually, in a
passage exploring Mulder's thoughts, the author has him thinking of how
attractive he finds Scully and how he shouldn't 'insult her by thinking
like that.' Another common scenario is that she's upset about something,
he holds her to offer comfort, he has a noticeable physical reaction (with
which he's uncomforatable) and she thinks "Why does he have to ruin our
lovely relationship by bringing sex into it? Insensitive boor." In many of
these stories, it's very clear that it's not just in the context of the
current situation she feels this way, rather it seems Scully thinks "Nice
girls don't like that."
I find it very upsetting that, after 30 years of a feminist movement,
women are not supposed to acknowledge or desire a sexual identity. It's
sad--the movement to claim a healthy sexuality for women was very much a
part of the social changes espoused by the feminist movement from its
active beginnings in the late '60s. The idea was that nobody wants to go
through life without ever being the object of sexual desire and women
should be able to acknowledge that. Mind you, nobody wants to go through
life having the rest of their identity denied because of their sexuality,
either. I see a disturbing tendency to confuse these two concepts being
expressed in fanfic.
I find Trend 2 disturbing because it trivializes real sexual harassment,
which always includes an abuse of power to coerce the object of harassment
*and* a disregard for the harassed person's preferences. One recent story
had Mulder muttering "You're gorgeous" or words to that effect to Scully.
She reacted negatively, he apologized, stopped the behavior, and did not
repeat it (too bad Real Life harassers don't change their behavior that
fast). The action of the story was based on what happened after she filed
a harassment charge.
It would be possible, certainly, to portray Mulder as having committed
harassment as defined by U.S. law: he's her superior, he could conceivably
create an atmosphere of discomfort, and he could deny her advancement or
equal consideration based on her sexual compliance. And yes, any
statements or touches that are not _mutually_ acceptable can be considered
harassment, although usually a pattern of such incidences is needed to
establish that the behavior is indeed harassment and not just a
single-occaison misunderstanding.
But this doesn't happen in these stories--what happens is he gives in,
briefly and in a very low key way, to a very human impulse to express his
feelings, and changes his behavior based on her reaction. The next thing
you know, entire get-Mulder-disciplined stories are being hung off the
premise that Mulder said "Wow. Nice suit, Scully. You look great."
I hate to see Scully portrayed as being so incomplete a human being.
Phetsy
In need of a good rant today.
=====================
Phetsy Calderon
phe...@earthlink.net
"I thrive, myself, on all kinds of trouble."
--Maeve of Cruachan, in the Toin bo Cuailnge
XfileGrrl
I read this b4 it got to ATXC, I read it from XFF, and I loved it!! Even
you don't like rape stories, this one is really good! It has plot, love,
and is extremely well written! Must read IMO!
Emily
Canny409
>>>We now have romanticised, "fun" rape stories, which *deny* the angst,
the trauma, the long-term debilitation of rape, and show the victim eager
to have sex with the rapist again. Perhaps the new keyword should be
"'fun' rape" -- a warning that this story does *not* deal with the reality
of rape, but is an expansion of the rapist's claim that the victim "really"
enjoyed being raped.<<<
To be very blunt, treating the subjects of rape, racism, child and spousal
abuse in an off-hand, frivolous or exploitive manner is lazy, thoughtless
and in foul taste.
Of course, writers can write whatever they want. But it would be wise to
remember that there exist certain themes, that, according to how they are
handled within a piece, not only reflect upon the author's work , but upon
the author themselves.
So, it might be a good idea to make absolutely sure that the image you
present to your readers is one you want them to have.
CiCi Lean
Megan
Phetsy Calderon wrote:
> I've noticed some other trends in fanfic treatment of certain social
> topics (for want of a better term), trends which I find very disturbing.
> They are:
>
> 1. Any self-respecting woman will be angry or disgusted if any man finds
> her sexually attractive.
I think this grows out of the Scully The Ice Queen portrayal. It may
also come from non-shippers, or those caught up in the
will-they-won't-they-they-won't dynamic. Also, your further discussion
[which I snipped, which said something about Scully finding Mulder being
attracted to her icky] made me think maybe this is happening in stories
written by some of our younger [or authors of any age] who aren't so
comfortable in their own sexuality. I know people who consider a lot of
the straight, normal NC17 fic around here to be "nasty." Which makes me
wonder, but hey...to each their own.
> 2. The simple statement by a man that he finds a woman attractive
> constitutes sexual harassment.
I agree with your thinking about the difference between "hi, you look
nice" and Real sexual harrassment. I think the confusion that comes
through in the stories may reflect some of the confusion in real life at
this time concerning where exactly that line is. It's probably not "you
look nice" and might not even be dirty jokes being told in the
workplace...but I think a lot of people are uncertain of it. Though I
would think an author exploring the issue might do a bit of homework, or
try to make a stronger case.
My 2p only
Megan
bl...@dtc.net
In article <342CB3...@prodigy.net>,
EPO...@prodigy.net wrote:
> I think this grows out of the Scully The Ice Queen portrayal. It may
> also come from non-shippers, or those caught up in the
> will-they-won't-they-they-won't dynamic. Also, your further discussion
> [which I snipped, which said something about Scully finding Mulder being
> attracted to her icky] made me think maybe this is happening in stories
> written by some of our younger [or authors of any age] who aren't so
> comfortable in their own sexuality. I know people who consider a lot of
> the straight, normal NC17 fic around here to be "nasty." Which makes me
> wonder, but hey...to each their own.
>
Well, I can't claim to have read every single non-shipper piece of
fanfic, and I suspect one's definition of non-shipper depends on whether
or not you define people who portray loving friendship without romance as
non-shippers or noromos, since I personally have never figured out who
developed the terms.
I can, however, say that I don't recall seeing a non-shipper (i.e., not
romantic) portrayal in which Scully is portrayed either as the Ice Queen
or a straitlaced prude. That doesn't mean there aren't any, it just
means I haven't seen them. What I have seen a lot of is romances which
begin with Scully either mooning hopelessly over Mulder, or vice versa,
in which it takes his reaction to her chastising over daring to think of
her as female to make her consider him as a partner in the horizontal
bop.
And, frankly, I've seen a lot more stereotypical straitlaced virginal
portrayals by people who, if not avowed shippers, at least label their
stories as MSRs. I think it goes back to the typical stereotype of
romance--innocent girl meets older, more experienced and sexual male and
is thus initiated. And has anyone ever noticed that neither one of them
is supposed to have been sexually active with anyone else during the last
four years? I mean, I can definitely agree that the show doesn't
indicate they have a life, but these are two thirty-something people. I
don't advocate promiscuity in real life or pretend, but come on....Is
this some antierotic stereotype that requires them both to be untouched,
as if four years regrows virginity, before they can desire each other?
Sheesh. Count me out of that mind set, please. There's nothing wrong
with celibacy, per se, but this is a little abnormal. It's one thing to
be picky about your partners, but so many romances have them as pure as
the driven snow. I know that Mulder's obsessed, but as far as we know,
he's still producing testosterone. And Scully is apparently supposed to
have never had desire?
Frankly, I'd agree with Phetsy, I think it all sucks. If someone chose
to write a real adult relationship story without the stereotypes, I
personally would not only have no objection to having the two of them
involved, I'd applaud it publicly on the newsgroup.
> > 2. The simple statement by a man that he finds a woman attractive
> > constitutes sexual harassment.
>
As for NC-17 stories being considered nasty, I'd have to agree. There
are people who consider erotic writing to be out and out pornography, so
perhaps some of the Ice Queen portrayals fall into reaction against
these. Personally, I think a lot of the rape stories actually fall into
the category of "She's too pure to consider actually having sex with him,
so he has to rape her" stories, but I've already voiced my opinion about
that above.
My 2 cents.
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Andrew In Amherst wrote:
>
> Natasha (sph...@xtrabox.com) makes many interesting points, notably:
>
> : It might be worthwhile to consider taking a long hard look at the non-shipper
> : position and doing some positive things to create a sense of community and offer
> : like-minded folks a 'place' to belong and a clearer identity. ;-)
>
> I think that there any many variants of the non-shipper view. I've
> tried to make mine clear on my MSr page. It would be great to see
> other statements of noRomoNess. That way, we might be able to cherish
> the wonderful diversity of our NoRomoNess, as well as feeling less
> isolated on an internet that drips with 'shippiness.
>
> Andrew in Amherst
>
> Visit my XF site:
> http://www-vms.oit.umass.edu/~watson/xf.html
> for my X-Rospective (comments on the show, now up to end of season 3)
> fanfic, and
> Musings of an OBSSEd Pro-UST NoRomo: Thoughts on the relationship
No offense meant, honestly, really, I'm just being facetious but DON'T
YOU THINK THERE'S ENOUGH OF THAT NO-ROMO BUSINESS ON THE SHOW???!!!
*LOL*
Actually, I get kind of queasy after some shipper stories of the
drippier variety.....urgh. I'd like to have a place to cleanse the
palate, so to speak. I'm amazed to discover that I'm probably not as
much a 'shipper as a UST'er :)
(At least, I -WAS- before I read "Erlona's Heart," the UST content of
which nearly gave me a stroke! Luckily U became R and I managed to
breathe again.....phew! An excruciatingly good story.)
Circe
> Megan <EPO...@prodigy.net> wrote:
>
> >I chose the term "non shipper" to try to be
> >non offensive because I don't really understand what NoRoMos believe
> or
> >what it even stands for.
>
And then Nat said:
> In contrast, there isn't a clear, positive definition of NoRomo, only
> the
> perception that whatever shippers are for they are against. A couple
> of the more
> outspoken NoRomos have rejected any type of labeling or classification
> of either
> themselves or their work and how many noromo web sites, archives and
> mailing
> lists can you name?
>
> It might be worthwhile to consider taking a long hard look at the
> non-shipper
> position and doing some positive things to create a sense of community
> and offer
> like-minded folks a 'place' to belong and a clearer identity. ;-)
>
Interesting. I have often wondered why there is no NoRomo community.
First off, let me state that I don't like the term "non-shipper," and I
despise the term "anti-shipper." The first implies that we (NoRomos)
think that M & S have no relationship and the second implies that we are
against their relationship. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Note: I'm speaking for myself and also gathering ideas from posts in the
AOL NoRomo folder and from conversations with NoRomo friends.
Most of us love M & S's relationship. However, we see it as a very deep
friendship and not as romantic love. Most of us never want to see M & S
"do it"-- not on the show, nor in the movie, nor in fanfic. Some of us
don't mind it in fanfic but don't want to see it on the show. I think
there may be a few who wouldn't mind if they did it in the last episode.
Our opinions run the gamut, just like those of the shippers. I was quite
surprised to see the shipper opinion when I first got on the net 2 years
ago. It never occured to me that Mulder & Scully might be in love. I
never saw any indication of it. I still don't see it, even though I've
tried hard to find it.
BTW, NoRomos stands for No Romance. If I'm not mistaken it is a take off
on what Mulder said to Jorge in "Little Green Men," "Nojo on the Rojo."
I may be wrong about that.
--
Circe
The Titanium Magnolia
X-Phile--We're not obsessed; we're focused.--gizzie
Andrew In Amherst
Natasha (sph...@xtrabox.com) makes many interesting points, notably:
: It might be worthwhile to consider taking a long hard look at the non-shipper
: position and doing some positive things to create a sense of community and offer
: like-minded folks a 'place' to belong and a clearer identity. ;-)
I think that there any many variants of the non-shipper view. I've
Pamela T. Pon
Gertie "the Bimbo" Beth <SciF...@webtv.net> wrote:
>X-Files FanFic is not real. It is FICTION. My personal favorite types of
>stories to read are ANGST-filled NC17/Romance between our two heros.It's
>just what I like to read, and I'm not ashamed to admit that! So I like
>high drama in my stories... That doesn't mean I want it to happen to me,
>favorites include:
> Sound of Wind Chimes (rape)
> Violations I and II (rape)
> Cheapened Things (ANGSTFEST)
> Madness by Kelly Gallo (rape)
> Anything by Leyla Harrison :)
> Words series (ANGST/MSR)
> Dark Side of Ecstasy (rape)
> Walls Series (rape)
>All of the above stories include warnings for content, and if ANGST
[Setting aside "Cheapened Things" & "Madness," which I haven't read] --
It may be worth noting that, except for "The Sound of Windchimes," *none*
of the above stories contain an ANGST-filled rape scene in which *Mulder*
rapes *Scully*. In "Sound," Mulder is acting under an outside influence.
There is a VAST difference between either Mulder or Scully being raped by
a third party versus Mulder raping Scully himself. I don't think any of
the above stories [that I've read] are among the ones that people have
been objecting to recently. The fact that these *did* all include
warnings for content helps illustrate why: these were written by authors
who *realized* that their stories included rape scenes.
In contrast, the handful of recent Mulder-rapes-Scully stories
which triggered this discussion (as far as I recall) did *not* include
rape warnings -- apparently because the authors did not think that any
of the events therein constituted "rape." *This* is what makes these
stories so disturbing -- not the fact that they contained rape scenes,
but rather the fact that they contained *rape* scenes which readers were
supposed to accept as *MSR* scenes.
>I am makung this
>point because I do not want any authors out their to be discouraged
>about writing my favorite types of stories anymore.
I agree that no one should be discouraged from writing or encouraged to
censor themselves. Better to post a controversial story and generate
lively discussions & concerned feedback than to post nothing at all!
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Megan wrote:
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> I chose the term "non shipper" to try to be
> non offensive because I don't really understand what NoRoMos believe or
> what it even stands for.
I've always understood NoRomo to refer to the position that M&S already
have a relationship, and the fact that it's nonsexual makes it no less
mature, intimate and binding than a romantic (id est, sexual)
relationship.
The SUe
Pamela,
>I agree that no one should be discouraged from writing or encouraged to
>censor themselves. Better to post a controversial story and generate
>lively discussions & concerned feedback than to post nothing at all!
Amen!
SUe
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