From: rhiann@carson.u.washington.edu (Sandra Hereld)
Subject: Porno for women vs. Women's porno
Organization: University of Washington, Seattle
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 1992 20:27:34 GMT

I have been e-mailing chatting with a few people recently on the subject of
slash (hi Nelson, sarah, Kelly...) and thought to myself, why bore three
people, when there are thousands on the net to bore...

What is slash? and why should you care...
Slash all started with Kirk and Spock.  Thousands of fans wrote thousands of
(usually bad) Trek stories.  A lot of them involved injuring one or the other
and then finally, having them show how much they cared by taking care of the
injured partner.  After some time, the injury was scrapped, and they cut right 
to the 'caring', i.e., sex.  There are thousands of fan written Trek K/S 
stories, some explicit, some not, where K and S are lovers (there are also
some with McCoy,some great threesome stories, etc.)

Blake's 7 also has a huge amount of fan fiction.  Much of this is straight
but again, much of it involves same sex characters on the show.  Virtually
all of these stories are written by women, virtually all of these stories
are read by women, and much of it is the best porn I can find! 

Which is not to say that all of it is explicit, (or even good), but some...

Let me quote from a Avon/Vila I happen to have at hand.

[Avon runs the relationship, but in bed, Vila plays the role Avon has
assigned...] (stuff that looks like dialogue, but lacks " marks is thought...)

..Vila rested one hand on one wounded buttock;the heat from the welts twisted
his heart.  Ah, Avon, why's it always got to be like this with us, eh? The
Delta thief's chameleon ability to change demeanor and tone for every situation
harshened his voice again, made him sink his fingers into the sore backside 
till a whimper rose from the pillow again.  He couldn't harden his heart, but
he squeezed back the stinging tears, and threw all his anger at Avon into his
voice.  "Right.  So you just lie there wit yer arse up like a good little bitch
and I'll give you a servicing you won't forget."  With a shove meant to convey
contempt, Vila released his grip on the man's nape and took hold of Avon's ass
with both hands, spreading the cheeks and exposing the puckered anus.  His 
gripping hands eased for a moment, fingers stroking rather than digging into the
flesh beneath them.  A litle scented oil and a lot of time; Avon, I could show
you what these fingers of mine can do when they're not opening safes.  I could 
unlock you so sweetly,
	"Vila!" Avon hissed harshly--this tone his usual imperious snarl.
	Vila yanked apart the cheeks, and spit unerringly on the little rosebud 
he had been admiring. "Shut up, you," he snapped throwing his anger at his
target with the same accuracy.  "Or I'll stick something worse than _this_ up
you.  And he drove his way in, to the gasps and sighs from the cowed man 
beneath him. His words came out harsher, heavy with his gasping exertion.  "Oh
yeah, you like this, don't you, you little shite?"
	"Yes,yes."
	"Yes what?" Vila hissed menacingly, playing his role perfectly.
	"Yes, sir!"
	Vila turned his head way, set his teeth and drove in; if any of his 
tears fell on Avon's back, he hoped the man would think they were sweat 
droplets.  Want to hold you, Avon, want to tell you pretty things. He slapped 
the man's other cheek, hard, and kept up the stream of vicious words aimed at 
the beaten creature beneath him.
	And he got his reward; Vila clung to the body beneath his as it 
shuddered in the grip of orgasm, the voice a high-pitched whine.  His teeth set,
Vila withdrew from the relaxing body beneath his, took hold of his rigid
cock with one hand, and finished himself off, hissing joylessly as the
shudder ran through him and letting the ejac soak into the covers beneath the
still-parted legs he knelt between.

[Now, of course, this story has a happy ending.  Avon buys a bench, the better
to be abused with, Vila ties him to it, gags him, and when he can no longer
fight back, gives him all the (graphic) sweet loving he's always wanted to, and
Avon (of course) loves it too.]

What makes this "female porn"? I guess, the huge emotional component of 
virtually all of the stories.

This is not a typical plot, except for the fact that the emotion is
as, or more important than the sex.

Maybe the pacing as well.  For those out there (who got this far)
does the pacing seem slower than 'real' male porn?
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