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lobelia321My new slashy icon
Oh, and I also made a new football icon. It is rather arcane so I feel impelled to explain it to you all (although I know interest is faint at best but I shall spam and I shall spam and I shall spam, beating my head against the obstinate fandom that is LJ and which, for some bizarre reason, has chosen to be a niche of non-participation at a time when millions the world over, bigger than any other slash fandom [note the word 'other', hoho] on the globe, are going apeshit over the Biggest Fandom of All but LJ sports only a tucked-away sub-group [note the word 'sports'] of not-to-be-quashed fans, most of whom appear to be GERMAN, like ME, and omg, this is the one time every four years that I actually wax strangely patriotic, except when I'm waxing patriotic over AUSTRALIA YOU FUCKIN' BEAUTIES, because when it comes to world sports my countrypeople are so wonderfully generous and not at all bigoted) the meaning of it and its accompanying text.
*Ahem*.
The lips are the beautiful lips of the pretty Cristiano Ronaldo, striker for Portugal and called 'dazzling' by the Men Who Love Men (the MWLM -- see previous posts).
I concocted the text and found its translation after much diligent google-research (*ggg*). It translates as 'I love your kisses', and it is, and this is important, Brazilian Portuguese. Meaning that these words are not spoken by Cristiano Ronaldo who is Portuguese but by a Brazilian who is addressing them to Cristiano Ronaldo, and that Brazilian is, who else, the pretty Kaká.
And just in case you haven't been noticing my picspams over these past days, have some more pics:
Those lips.
Cristiano Ronaldo personifying Melencolia.
OT5.
A manly embrace.
Aw. He's every mother's son. He is Heintje!! (Kakáchen.)
Boy and shirt. (Kaká.)
Australia, you rock like a boulder!
Of course, anyone who has kept up with my breathless and insane LJ these past days will also know that I foresook the pleasures of drooling over my cuteypie Kaká last night in the Brazil game in order to drive out, in a car filled with pyjama-clad sons, to our friends and god-in-laws to yell and jump and have a near heart-attack over the AUSTRALIA:CROATIA game, omg 111 @-@ (see previous post). Such is the football fandom. One might have an OTP (as I do) but one is also torn in five different directions by the OT11s.
omg, and my brother-in-law has a ticket to the actual Australia:Italy game. Third row behind the goal. My sister is kitting him out with flags, shirts and kangaroos.
I am the Mary Mother
I have discovered that Kaká is my Mary Sue and Cristiano Roberto the boy I want him to do. It's the wanting-to-be and the wanting-to-do which somebody (whose name I can't remember because they came here via metafandom but I promise to look it up a little later! *g* ETA: It was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tansu!) mentioned as a nifty difference. But not one that entirely captures the way the Mary Sue works. Still, it'll do for now and until my brain clears to do a more theoretically-informed MarySue!post. So, for now, I want to be Kaká and do C. Ronaldo.
Except I don't, really, of course. I want to write Kaká pov and have him yearning for C. Ronaldo. C. Ronaldo seems to be the more remote and the more difficult, the more forbidding, the more arrogant and the more cool, so he's trickier to inhabit and it's easier to crawl into Kakás head and have him wanting that. Then the challenge of fiction is to make myself crawl into the more intractable one as well -- but let's start nice 'n' easy! It's always wisest to start with the Mary Sue character pov.
But, being the dyed-in-the-wool slasher that I am, I do not in the least want to 'be' Kaká and 'do' C. Ronaldo. That is the easy explanation of Mary Sue. Slashers are voyeuses. We want to watch! We want to perv on Kaká and C. Ronaldo doing each other. The thing is entirely a third-person thing, even when written in the first or the second. Well, it is for me.
There's another thing wot i'm noticing now that my own son is approaching the age of 13, i.e. an age of many Harrys and Rons in fanfic!! Soon, he will himself be the age of these pretty boys, and I will be the doting Mama, going 'oh, who's the handsomest boy of them all?' So I have a certain maternal fondness for Kaká; he seems like every mother's son, he is Heintje! It's a motherly lust. And if that sounds perverse and weird: mothers out there in LJ land, especially those with sons, perhaps you know what I mean??
Because ultimately, no matter how pretty teh pretty, nobody's as beautiful as my two sonlets. :-)
Oh, and I also made a new football icon. It is rather arcane so I feel impelled to explain it to you all (although I know interest is faint at best but I shall spam and I shall spam and I shall spam, beating my head against the obstinate fandom that is LJ and which, for some bizarre reason, has chosen to be a niche of non-participation at a time when millions the world over, bigger than any other slash fandom [note the word 'other', hoho] on the globe, are going apeshit over the Biggest Fandom of All but LJ sports only a tucked-away sub-group [note the word 'sports'] of not-to-be-quashed fans, most of whom appear to be GERMAN, like ME, and omg, this is the one time every four years that I actually wax strangely patriotic, except when I'm waxing patriotic over AUSTRALIA YOU FUCKIN' BEAUTIES, because when it comes to world sports my countrypeople are so wonderfully generous and not at all bigoted) the meaning of it and its accompanying text.
*Ahem*.
The lips are the beautiful lips of the pretty Cristiano Ronaldo, striker for Portugal and called 'dazzling' by the Men Who Love Men (the MWLM -- see previous posts).
I concocted the text and found its translation after much diligent google-research (*ggg*). It translates as 'I love your kisses', and it is, and this is important, Brazilian Portuguese. Meaning that these words are not spoken by Cristiano Ronaldo who is Portuguese but by a Brazilian who is addressing them to Cristiano Ronaldo, and that Brazilian is, who else, the pretty Kaká.
And just in case you haven't been noticing my picspams over these past days, have some more pics:
Those lips.
Cristiano Ronaldo personifying Melencolia.
OT5.
A manly embrace.
Aw. He's every mother's son. He is Heintje!! (Kakáchen.)
Boy and shirt. (Kaká.)
Australia, you rock like a boulder!
Of course, anyone who has kept up with my breathless and insane LJ these past days will also know that I foresook the pleasures of drooling over my cuteypie Kaká last night in the Brazil game in order to drive out, in a car filled with pyjama-clad sons, to our friends and god-in-laws to yell and jump and have a near heart-attack over the AUSTRALIA:CROATIA game, omg 111 @-@ (see previous post). Such is the football fandom. One might have an OTP (as I do) but one is also torn in five different directions by the OT11s.
omg, and my brother-in-law has a ticket to the actual Australia:Italy game. Third row behind the goal. My sister is kitting him out with flags, shirts and kangaroos.
I am the Mary Mother
I have discovered that Kaká is my Mary Sue and Cristiano Roberto the boy I want him to do. It's the wanting-to-be and the wanting-to-do which somebody (whose name I can't remember because they came here via metafandom but I promise to look it up a little later! *g* ETA: It was
tansu!) mentioned as a nifty difference. But not one that entirely captures the way the Mary Sue works. Still, it'll do for now and until my brain clears to do a more theoretically-informed MarySue!post. So, for now, I want to be Kaká and do C. Ronaldo.Except I don't, really, of course. I want to write Kaká pov and have him yearning for C. Ronaldo. C. Ronaldo seems to be the more remote and the more difficult, the more forbidding, the more arrogant and the more cool, so he's trickier to inhabit and it's easier to crawl into Kakás head and have him wanting that. Then the challenge of fiction is to make myself crawl into the more intractable one as well -- but let's start nice 'n' easy! It's always wisest to start with the Mary Sue character pov.
But, being the dyed-in-the-wool slasher that I am, I do not in the least want to 'be' Kaká and 'do' C. Ronaldo. That is the easy explanation of Mary Sue. Slashers are voyeuses. We want to watch! We want to perv on Kaká and C. Ronaldo doing each other. The thing is entirely a third-person thing, even when written in the first or the second. Well, it is for me.
There's another thing wot i'm noticing now that my own son is approaching the age of 13, i.e. an age of many Harrys and Rons in fanfic!! Soon, he will himself be the age of these pretty boys, and I will be the doting Mama, going 'oh, who's the handsomest boy of them all?' So I have a certain maternal fondness for Kaká; he seems like every mother's son, he is Heintje! It's a motherly lust. And if that sounds perverse and weird: mothers out there in LJ land, especially those with sons, perhaps you know what I mean??
Because ultimately, no matter how pretty teh pretty, nobody's as beautiful as my two sonlets. :-)
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Date: 2006-06-23 05:59 pm (UTC)For me the ambivalence in "do I want to be him or do him" is an ambivalence between the desexualised fan-experience of wanting to play football as well as one's object of admiration, and the sexualised fan-experience of obsessing about the wonderful, sexual body of one's object of lust. The desexualised fan-experience is more acceptable in general mixed company, of course. ("When I grow up I want to be Xabi Alonso". I caught myself saying that. I am older and the opposite sex, so that won't work out.)
And then of course is added the particular sexualised fan-experience of wanting to watch two wonderful sexual bodies going at each other like there's no tomorrow.
Mary Sue begins with the experience of yearning, which is what thw writer experiences when she sees images of these lovely bodies. And she needs to stay essentially third person perhaps to maintain that feeling of being apart from the object of desire, of yearning for the image.
Ooh, I can feel it going all Roland Barthes.
re other thing: I am not old enough to be the mother of any professional footballer, but the younger ones are Like Wee Boys to me, and evoke more of an "aw, bless!" reaction.
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Date: 2006-06-23 09:20 pm (UTC)Yes: to be, to do, to watch. Well, in mixed company you can say 'I fancy that Ronaldinho' or 'Ooh, what a hottie'. Even t'h says 'that Kaká is good-looking, isn't he?' It's the next step that's more problematic: 'Oooh, that Zé Roberto and that Kaká, they are so groping each other; ooh, let's see them kiss'.
You know what makes me really happy about your comment? That you do not revile the Mary Sue! The Mary Sue is such a reviled entity but I find her (it?) a really helpful concept. Of course, I twist the concept to my own interpretation, *g*. I have always found it useful to discover who my Mary Sue is. Once I found it out too late in a mega-long fic and that was a disaster. I need to know. And absolutely, what you write about the third person, totally!
Barthes! Which Barthes are you turning into? The 'Death of the author'!Barthes? Or the 'Rhetoric of the image!Barthes'? Or the S/Z Barthes?? Woohey. Hm, I had an S/Z icon but I deleted it only 5 minutes ago.
"aw, bless!"
*cackles maniacally* That is just how I captioned one of my Kaká pics. :-) Did you know he was a virgin when he married?? Which means he's only been having sex since December (omg 111).
Well, penetrative sex, I guess. He also loves Jesus. He is so totally aw, bless!!!