The Fandom Blog – Agri Sublunares

This week I’d like to share my Spy Game fics.

Believe it or not, there’s a hedge under all that snow. Don’t ask me how that sort of slot was formed. It’s about a hand high and an arm wide.

This is a snow.covered wall.

I’ve had it with winter! No more snow!

I almost forgot, it’s time for another fandom – Spooks.

Since I’ve received quite a lot of negative feedback on my first post about this apparently sensitive topic, I’d like to make a few things clear.

I’m not against this type of thing (mainly going public with the fantasies, not anyone having them in secret) for moral reasons. What bothers me is when one woman’s fantasy gets another woman raped. (And that’s already happened, at least on a couple of occasions – it’s been used as a defense in court). Whatever you might think of me, I’m not a prude. I’m open to many things, just not this (and a few other things that I’m not going to go into here).

Secondly, I know perfectly well that fantasies are fantasies, nothing more. What worries me is whether all men know this too and if so, will they respect it? That’s all.

Having said that, I’d like to point out that I know men fantasize about being raped and have known about it for years. I’m perfectly ok with that, as long as these men don’t automatically assume that all women like that sort of thing too. That’s no excuse for raping a woman. I didn’t think that even needed to be said, but apparently it does.

I’m sure it’s fun for someone big and strong to (pretend to) give up control and submit to someone else, knowing that if the game got out of hand, they can easily put a stop to it. Great for them.

For similar reasons, I’m also perfectly ok with male prostitution. Because of their physical strength, they don’t run the same risks as women do.

Lately almost all the books I’ve read have been disappointments, at least to some extent. I can’t believe I’ve completely lost my judgment so I can only imagine that somehow the books (or their writers) or I have changed. It’s probably the latter. The me of today has changed too much. I’m sadder and more disillusioned. Maybe if I manage to pull myself together and straighten my life out, I’ll become more enthusiastic about books again. Don’t get me wrong, I still love books, I just don’t seem to feel as happy about them as I did, even three or four years ago.

I feel my life slipping away, slipping through my fingers, like in that awful biblical story I was told about in what the people who ran my daycare had instead of Sunday school (Saturday school?). It’s been haunting me ever since. You probably know it, if you’re familiar with the Bible.

A girl walks across a field. She’s to pick only the best grains, but every time she sees what she believes to be the best, she catches sight of others in the distance, that seem bigger and better. In the end, she’s walked across the field, her basket empty, and.she can’t go back.

What worries me is that even though I’m probably somewhere on the field still, knowing I need to harvest the grains, I can’t do it. There’s always something preventing me and I can’t stand still either, I keep moving ahead, in one sense, yet not moving at all, in another sense. It scares me.

I don’t know what to do and I suppose not liking the few books I can afford, is the least of my problems. It’s just that those books should be brightening my days and instead, they’re not. A waste of money, that could have been put to better use elsewhere. Oh, well. Sorry about all the self-pity.

Time for another fandom – Sliders. As usual read the ratings and warnings.

So, now it’s official. The 1990’s are retreating even further into the past. From now on, I’m going to have to consider stories/tv series/movies etc from the 1990’s ‘historic’. It feels odd, I had barely grown used to the ‘noughties’ and now we’re in the tens? Anyway, X files, Roswell and all those ‘big’ 90’s series are now historic in the sense that you can hardly see them as contemporary anymore. Not like Heroes, FlashForward, Being Human etc. Scary, but I guess you just have to accept it and move on. Maybe it would be easier if the tv series, movies and music were just better.

I recently read this article and it made me furious. It says one of the most common sex fantasies of women is being raped. Wtf?

I really don’t get this. If someone had asked me a couple of years ago, if I believed women had fantasies about being raped I would have said no. But clearly it’s true. That’s completely alien to me and the women I know best.

This is insane. Their misguided fantasies can make life more difficult for other women (or even ruin their lives forever). That’s something they should consider before they admit to having these fantasies.

In fact, it makes me wonder if I’m really a woman and if not, what I am.

This week I thought I’d share the fic I wrote based on the movie Sleepers, starring among others, Brad Pitt. Remember? As usual, read the rating and warnings.