Science fiction

Any literary writer that does this usually spends the following year explaining how, even though their novel is set in the future and features imaginary technology it isn't SF because <insert any rant from upthread here>

some ilxors sure do think a lot of themselves lately.

Disappointed ilx

i don't really understand in what universe buffy the vampire slayer is 'science fiction' before it is three or four other things - 'horror', 'teen drama', whatever -

i actually think there's something worthwhile to be teased out of dom's hostility - which isn't all that ludicrous, really, given that there's at least four books on the philosophy of harry potter - which okay is also not fantasy - but, you know, fuckit

barthes on wrestling.

okay, a question: given that what happens in english departments HAS NO BEARING ON THE WIDER WORLD WHATSOEVERANDEVER, why does it matter that people are writing about buffy and not the wire?

hey - our "OMG WINEHOUSE" exam made the national presses ;-)

two things which are slightly tangled thus far:

i) the difference between the dangerous and hateful influence of SF in academia, and the (alleged) dangerous and hateful influence of it in the actual real world - no one seems to be addressing the latter

ii) the fact that the entity tracer and a bunch of others are calling 'science fiction' is historically, aesthetically, culturally different from the entity that dom is calling 'science fiction' (a bit like the difference between the entity barthes is discussing w/r/t wrestling and modern pro wrestling)

... holy shit, you're oxbridge?

that explains a thing

Isn't Buffy the Vampire Slayer also a really creepy concept? A blonde-haired, blue-eyed devil killing racist caricatures of Jews?

Except Buffy (well, Sarah Michelle Gellar) is Jewish (as is Willow). And as for the head vampire, Spike...

http://www.partypro.com/mm_PARTYPRO_/Images/416X.JPG

^Nazi goth?

about to do a school shooting

Couple of points:

Sci-fi and fantasy basically being the same:

Well, that depends doesn't it? Space operas like Star Wars, sure. But gritty near-future stuff that extrapolates our present, making it twice as fucked-up couldn't be further from fantasy.

Also, the anti-sf points made in this thread have already been made years ago within sci-fi itself. Stories like Norman Spinrad's "The Iron Dream" and William Gibson's "Gernsback Continuum" fiercely satirise dodgy ideas like fear of the other or dreams of a perfect sanitised world. It's like saying "rock music is decadent" when musicians like Ian McKaye have already been banging on about that since forever.

I thing SF is OK as part of a balanced diet. ;)

think, even.

"the head vampire, Spike"

^^ plz watch show before joining argument. this goes all round really

Nicole Johnson returns to Hazzard, she’s Bo’s ex-girlfriend who no one’s seen since a horrible wreck when she was the only female driver racing in Nascar. This devastated both her and Bo because she decided to break up with him due to the wreck messing up her face. During yet another feud with Roscoe and Boss Hog a mysterious woman helps Bo during a race when Luke is in Atlanta. Bo finds the woman in a car that was hit during the chase. Bo gets hurt during the chase when a bullet from Roscoe’s gun hits his arm then the woman has to get them out of harms way. At first, she looks scared and hesitant about driving The General. But then she totally changes and drives like a professional. She even has to do a big jump over abridge that was out. Bo looks deep in her eyes and he has a feeling that he knows her. When Bo starts slipping in and out of conscieneness, he hears the woman, “Come on, Bo-Bo, stay with me.” The last thought he had was ‘Nicole?’

When Bo woke up, he was surrounded by his family, Jesse, Daisy and Luke. His voice was soft. “Where is she?”

“Who?” Jesse asked.

“Nicole?”

“Nicole isn’t here, Bo.” Luke stated.

“How’d I get here?” Bo asked. The family really didn’t know.

“We don’t know Bo, the hospital called and they told us that someone brought you in here yesterday. They told us that they told them all of your information, name, birth date, hometown, birth place, they had to get your social security number from Jessed, though. The person even knew your allergic reactions to Penicillin. A nurse walked in.

“Excuse m. I need you to step out for a minute.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Jessed states. They all walk out. The nurse had to change all the bandages on Bo’s arm.

“Tell me I’m not crazy.” Bo states.

“Excuse me, sir?”

“Who brought me here, what did she look like?”

“She had hair that fell right past her shoulders, it was a very nice shade of red. She was normal height, I’d say she came up to your nose. And she had the most piercing green eyes I’ve ever seen. And I can’t place it, but I’ve seen her some where. I want to say televison, but I didn’t get a good look at her cause I was just browsing through channels.” She finished the story and the bandaging.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, beep me if you need anything.”

Bo was discharged 2 days later.

--

Bo was tired of watching King of the Hill. “Come on Luke, please turn it!”

“Ok, geez.” The channel flipped a couple times.

“Luke, go back!” Bo stated. Luke turned back a couple times.

‘In other news, ex-WWE Diva Nicole Earnhardt and Dale Earnhardt have decided to divorce.’

“That’s her, that’s the girl who rescued me.”

Luke’s eyes were fixed on the tv. “Nicole, a 7 time WWE Women’s Champion, who first made it into news when a porn video leaked with ex-boyfriend, WWE Champion, John Cena, met Dale at a wrestling event he attended. They have been married 2 years, but agreed it wasn’t working out. The divorce went through yesterday, Nicole recently moved back to her house in Atlanta, Georgia.” The camera moved to a picture of Nicole, her green eyes lit up the screen.

“I’m going to Atlanta,” Bo said bluntly.

“Come on Bo, you’re going purely on the fact that this Nicole girl purely has green eyes. That looks nothing like her.”

Bo cut him off. “Luke, I have to do this...something’s dragging me toward this girl.”

“Ok, do you want me to come with you?”

“No offense Cuz, but I think this is something that I have to do alone.”

Luke nodded to Bo and with that, Bo grabbed the keys to The General and started his drive out of Hazzard. Once in Atlanta, Bo stopped at a convience store and went over to the phone booth and looked up the last name Johnson. No Nicole’s but there was a Nikki and a Christina and Bo knew it wasn’t Christina, even though that was her middle name, he knew that she hated it. He dialed the number for Nikki Johnson, but it turned out to a little old lady. He looked up Earnhardt, but they were all men. Then something hit Bo, Nicole’s parents had gotten a divorce, he remembered her telling him about it, he looked up Williams, and got the address of 2 Nicole Williams’. He drove to the first location, when he pulled towards the house, he realized that the house belonged to a little old lady. Bo climbed back into The General and drove to the second house, Bo stopped the car and climbed out. He knocked on the door and didn’t get an answer. He walked towards the back, he was shocked at what he saw. Sitting in front of him was a 1969 Dodge Charger, it was baby blue and had an eagle on the roof. He heard music coming from the garage, the door was open and he walked quietly in, just in case this wasn’t Nicole, but he had a feeling it was. As he got closer he noticed that the song playing was, Flirtin’ With Disaster, by Molly Hatchet. He stood at the door and watched as the woman was writing something. As the song ended she quicky switched it to a slower song. Bo then knew that it was Nicole, this was their song when they broke up and got back together. He listened closely to the words.

I’m lying alone with my hand on the phone.

Thinking of you til it hurts.

I know you hurt too, but what else could we do?

I wish I could carry my smile in my heart at times when my life sees so low.

It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring when today doesn’t really know.

Does it really know?

Bo listened as Nicole started to sing the woman’s chorus.

I’m all out of love.

I’m so lost without you.

I know you were right.

Believing for so long.

I’m all out of love.

What am I without you?

I can’t bee to late to say that I was so wrong.

Bo started to sing along with the male chorus.

I want you to come back and carry me home.

Away from these long lonely nights.

I’m reaching for you.

Are you feeling it too?

Does the feeling feel oh so right?

The woman froze, “How, how’d you find me?” She finally looked behind her.

“I used the phonebook, I looked up your dad’s last name. Why have you been hiding all this time?”

“Well, during the wreck, my face got burnt and I had to wait 6 months for the surgery. After that I looked totally different, I felt that I wouldn’t be who you fell in love with. So after that, I entered a WWE Diva search contest, and became a diva on Raw and in 2 ½ years, I’ve been the WWE Women’s champion, made a porn video, married a Nascar driver, and gotten a divorce, nice story isn’t it?”

“I fell in love with what’s one the inside.”

Nicole smiled, “I love you, Bo-Bo, I never stopped.” She stepped closer to Bo and kissed him.

“I love you too, Cole!” It’s been forever since I heard that name, Beauregard!”

Bo smiled, “You’re lucky you’re the only one who can call me that.” Bo returned a kiss to Nicole. Bo looked at the table and noticed a check and a for sale sign. Nicole saw him and smiled.

“I sold my house. Everything’s moved out already, the only things I even kept are my radio, DVDs, Cds, movies, clothes, my title replica, pictures, computer, and of course Blue. I built her myself.”

“She’s beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

“But you still have her beat.” Nicole smiled.

“Do you still have this?” Bo showed her a small tattoo, his said Cole and his was on his right arm. She smiled and showed him her right shoulder blade and a tattoo that read Bo - Bo.

“I’m moving back to Hazzard,” she finally added.

Bo smiled, “That’s wonderful, would you like to move in with me?”

“I’d love to, but would Uncle Jesse care?”

“He wouldn’t mind, he’s always considered you family.” Nicole jumped into Bo’s arms.

“Let’s go now.”

“But how are we going to take both cars?”

“I’ve got Katie’s truck. She’s got one of those switches that hooks to cars, or there is that other way.”

“Race?” Nicole nodded.

“Race.” They said together.

He walked up to Blue first, “One thing?” He tried to open the door, it wouldn’t budge. “Nice.” He stated, they kissed and they both climbed into their cars.

“One more thing Bo.” Nicole stated.

“What?”

She hit the horn and the opening lines from Dixie played, Bo did the same with The General. Nicole cranked her car and Flirtin’ With Disaster blared out of the speakers. She hit the horn and was out. Bo smiled and followed.

- - - -

Nicole pulled into the Duke’s Driveway a few seconds before Bo Did. Nicole saw Luke and decided to play with him, Bo knew what she was doing and he went along with it.

“Bo, thanks again for not telling anyone about the gun. I didn’t mean to shoot that old lady.”

“Shoot Who?!” Luke yelled.

“Lukie Dukie, shut up.”

“Nicole, wow, you’ve changed.”

“Yeah and you haven’t.”

She and Bo smiled.

“Hea, nice car.”

“Thanks, Blue is my baby, well my second baby.” Nicole said smiling to Bo. He returned the smile. Then Uncle Jesse and Daisy came out of the house to see what the commotion was about.

“Bo? Luke? What’s going on?” Jesse asked.

“Who’s your friend, you’re not going to introduce her to us?” Daisy asked. Nicole laughed. Bo followed.

“Guys, you have met her. Uncle Jesse, Daisy, say hello to Nicole.”

They both did a double take. “Nicole, you look awesome.” Daisy stated.

“What’s got you back in Hazzard?” Jesse asked. Nicole smiled and looked at Bo.

“I’ve realized what I’ve been missing.” They grabbed hands and gave each other a small kiss. “I’m thinking about building a new house.”

“You will not do such a thing. We have an extra room, you and Bo can share it until you’re really ready to have your own place. That’s a lot better than sleeping in the same room as him and Luke.”

“Finally, I can have top Bunk!” Luke proclaimed getting a laugh out of everybody.

“Thanks Uncle Jesse, but I don’t want to make it harder for y’all.”

“You won’t make it harder, you’ve been part of this family for at least 10 years, it’s the least I can do.”

Nicole hugged the older man. “Luke, will you be a dear and get the boxes out of my car.”

“Of course I will, because if I didn’t, you’ll kick my ass.”

“True,” Bo and Nicole said at the exact same time. After dinner Nicole and Bo decided to sit out by the pond, they always gazed at the stars, ever since they’ve been together. Bo broke the silence.

“Remember how we used to act like we hated each other?” Nicole smiled.

“Yeah, you admitted you liked me and I punched ya, you had a black eye for a week.”

“It was worth it, you felt sorry for me and you admitted that you liked me too.”

“I guess you could truly say we’ve kind of been together ever since.” Nicole added. “The whole time I was away, being with John Cena and Dale, all I thought about was you.”

“Did you love them?”

“I think I loved Dale for the first couple months, then I realized what I was missing, here. John was only there when I was lonely and well you know what that lead to. Bo, I’ve always loved you and I’ll never stop.”

“Marry me.”

“Huh?”

“Marry me Nicole, not right now, maybe a couple months down the line, I want you to be mine forever, I’ll get you a ring tomorrow.”

Nicole nodded, crying, “Ok.”

Bo collapsed his lips onto hers. They got caught up in the moment and didn’t want anyone to see them and didn’t want to wake anyone.

Nicole looked at the barn and smiled, Bo caught it.

“You remember how much fun he had in there?” Bo winked.

They walked towards the barn, “Bo, as many times that we’ve done it in here, how come we’ve never done it in The General?”

Bo lowered his head down to capture Nicole’s lips, while his hands were working on removing her Pink Boar’s Nest Tank Top. Nicole worked on removing his Lynard Skynard Shirt. Bo looked down at her and captured her lips again, Nicole slowly moved down to his belt buckle and helped him out of the pants. Bo then returned the favor to her helping her out of her shorts. She then kicked off her boots. Bo kicked off his shoes. Nicole grabbed, Lil Bo, and smiled up to Bo, who took a breath. Nicole lowered her mouth around Lil Bo, and worked him in her mouth until she felt him tense up. Bo pushed Nicole towards The General and removed her hipster underwear and proceeded to return the favor to her, when he thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he quit. Nicole pushed Bo towards The General and pushed him into the front seat. She smiled as she straddled his waist and guided him into her. After 10 minutes of going up and down, Nicole bit her lip, then kissed Bo. She placed her head on his shoulder and grabbed his hand and cried out, “Oh Bo!”

A couple seconds later, Bo followed. “I Love you.” Bo breathed out.

“I love you too.” Nicole added and they kissed again. They went back into the house, both showered and went to sleep.

- - - - -

The next morning, Bo woke up all tangled up in covers, with a pair of long legs wrapped up with his and he loved the way it felt. He kissed Nicole on the forehead.

“Umm, good morning.” She said.

“Good morning, sleep good?”

She nodded. “What we doing today?

“Whatever you wanna do?”

Nicole smiled, “Well how about driving.”

Bo smiled. “Driving what?”

“Me driving The General, that is the car that I learned to drive in, you know?”

Bo smirked, “Whatever you want do, is good with me, Cole.”

They started their drive and like always Roscoe tried to arrest them. “That fat sack of shit...should I teach them not to mess with a Duke?”

“Huh?”

“Well sooner or later, I’ll be a Duke anyway.” Nicole said with a smile.

“You ready, Bo.”

“Yeah, Cole.”

They grabbed each other’s hands and did a little handshake and Nicole sped away. And of course, they came up to the Dingleman Bridge warning sign and Nicole jumped it with ease.

- - - - -

2 Months Later:

Nicole looked spaced out today. Bo could tell. “Cole, what’s wrong?”

Nicole looked at Bo blankly. “I’m pregnant.”

Bo blinked, that’s all he could do, until he noticed tears in Nicole’s eyes. “Cole, honey, I’m not mad. I’m shocked and excited.

“You are?”

“Yes, you’re going to give me a son of a daughter. I love you so much.”

Nicole cried again, this time happy tears. “I know.”

They went to City Hall, that day and got married.

- - - - -

Well, more Gruppenführer who eventually defects.

Junky Fresh Prince and breast-man ALF get mad lolz, btw.

I'm gonna come back and read this thread properly cos I love sci-fi, but WTF, why are people calling Buffy science fiction?
Where's the _science_ part of that?!?!?!?!?!

Yeah, I hate about 98% of it. The 2% that I don't hate: the first three or four Dune books.

Dune is probably the closest thing to space opera/fantasy sci-fi that I could actually sit down and read. Some of the philosophical elements of it are quite interesting, mind over matter and all that.

what the shit, dune is near unreadable nutjobbery.

There're WAY better SF novels than Dune out there.

Name names.

Well depends on what yer after. Some random examples that might not lie too far from Dune:

Iain M Banks Culture novels: idea-heavy space opera set in an AI-run anarcho-techno-communist utopia.

Greg Egan, Diaspora: Very hard science about the lives of various different kinds of post/trans humans.

Ken Macleod, The Star Fraction: heavily political, themes of revolution and anarchy and AI.

Any of Iain M Banks' Culture books, Ursula Le Guin's SF stuff, Dan Simmons' Hyperion cycle, PHILIP K DICK, Moorcock's The Dancers At the End of Time, pretty much anything by Brian Aldiss (Hothouse is great), Cities in Flight by James Blish, David Brin's Uplift Storm trilogy, Miller's A Canticle For Leibowitz, Delany's The Einstein Intersection... Everything here has far more wit and self-awareness than Herbert, and just as many enormous ideas.

And if you want to go into the borderline stuff, you've got Vonnegut, Ballard, Carter, Orwell... That's just for starters.

xpost

Not read Greg Egan, looks interesting. I didn't really get on with the MacLeod book I read.

"Isn't Buffy the Vampire Slayer also a really creepy concept, when you consider how, throughout literary history, the vampire was an anti-semitic caricature? And then all of a sudden you have an
hour on TV a week delighting in a blonde-haired, blue-eyed devil killing racist caricatures of

Jews?

-- Dom Passantino, Tuesday, 3 June 2008 12:21 (10 hours ago) Bookmark Link"

I think for vampire books/films to be anti-semetic the people reading/watching them would have to know the vampires were supposed to be Jews. Otherwise it's all in your head.

Also vampires are the cool ones, the ones with character, the ones you want to be. The people persecuting them are just nameless extras (buffy a possible exception if you're a not-very tough girl).

Buffy is blonde-haired and blued eyed cos a lot of people find that *hot* and it's one of the main selling points of the series. If she was a mousy girl, a bit on the short side with spots she wouldn't be a sex symbol.

"Interesting point you touch on, but I'd argue that while pro-wres and sci-fi are attempting to do similar things (play out a good-vs-evil battle while touching upon socio-political fears of the day)"

Dom

Isn't that most stories about anything in any genre, except very prosaic day-to-day soap stuff like Eastenders?

"In these stories, as a rule, is the foreign element eventually educated or destroyed?
-- Dom Passantino, Tuesday, 3 June 2008 15:40 (7 hours ago) Bookmark Link"

Not in :

Hitchikers Guide
Judge Dread
DR & Quinch
The Status Civilisation
The Sirens of Titan
Robocop
Star Wars

eg in Star Wars the ultimate evil is in the ultimate goods' family. The foreign element is largely on the side of good (ewoks, wookies etc) or neither (jabba) wheras the badies seem to be mostly the same race and mostly human(oid).

Um, and sci fi can't be any good cos lots of it is written by white people who are now dead!?!?!?
That's racist in a bad way, not to mention deadist!

Yeah, that Culture novels are class. Iain M Banks shed the classic idea of a sci-fi utopia of all its dodgy (kinda right wing/conformist) connotations made it something you wouldn't mind living in.

the culture...

Dom just started this thread so he could sit back, watch it develop and bust a "lol geeks" zing.

I'd fucking love to live in the Culture. Drug glands!

Being laughed at for being a geek by denizens of the internet really doesn't bother me. This is where I come to do my geeking.

Not read Greg Egan, looks interesting. I didn't really get on with the MacLeod book I read.

Yeah nor did I but thought it was worth a mention, the politicking might appeal to... people who like that kind of thing. Greg Egan: Permutation City also good, possibly more philosophical than Diaspora, gets into the nature of mind & matter.

Definitely gonna give some of your list a go.

Have you read "Report on Probability A" by Aldiss?

No, not read that one. Is it a novel?

Yeah it's... kinda nutso. Takes a single idea and stretches it to breaking point. Can provoke a reaction of extreeeeme boredom and irritation but I love it.

Cool, it's on my list. He's a very interesting writer.

Ark. academic conference examines TV hit 'Buffy'

LITTLE ROCK, Ark. - Aristotle. Nietzsche. Buffy?

The blond heroine of the campy television series "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," as well as other works by creator Joss Whedon, will be the focus of a three-day academic conference beginning Friday at Henderson State University. The show starring Sarah Michelle Gellar won cult fame and critical praise during its seven seasons on The WB and UPN networks.

Since it ended, the series has spawned enough academic books on the philosophy surrounding the roles of friendship and feminism to fill a 15-foot-wide bookshelf at the college in Arkadelphia, said Kevin Durand, an associate professor of philosophy.

"It has staying power," Durand said. "It's like I tell my students in philosophy a lot of times: We're not so much about necessarily finding all the answers as wanting to ask better questions. `Buffy,' I think, does that. `Buffy' never really leaves you with nice, pat answers. You have even more questions than when you started."

Durand said more than 90 academic papers will be discussed at the conference. He expects about 150 people to attend and discuss the vampire slayer and Whedon's other works, including the television series "Firefly" and "Angel." Another point of discussion will be a lesser-known part of Whedon's work — his screenplay for the hit animated film "Toy Story."

Among the papers: "Buffy and Feminism," "Buffy and Identity," "Gender Stereotypes and the Image of Domesticity in `Firefly,'" "`Firefly:' The Illusive Safety of Big Damn Heroes" and a Durand favorite by a British scholar, "Hero's Journey, Heroine's Return: Buffy, Eurydice and the Orpheus Myth."

"That one just sounds cool," he said.

Durand, who contributed an academic paper at each of the two previous Buffy conferences, often focuses on how power plays into the "Buffy" series. He said much of the heroine's strength came from others and her willingness to work with friends in her fight against creatures of the night.

http://users.livejournal.com/_allecto_/34718.html

^^^realest of talk

Did you actually read it all? I got about 2 paras into the 1st page before TL:DR struck. Probably not helped by me never having seen an episode of "Firefly", and not giving (1) fuck about "Buffy" either. I did like the link @ the second page though that read "More ranting about Firefly here"

Why do people give this much of a fuck about a stupid, trashy TV program?

i'm sure this can't be the first academic conference on buffy. you'd have thought it was a regular thing -- i wish i could name names here but there's one particularly choice cambridge academic whose homepage listing her interests is all kristeva blah blah blah shit and then finally 'buffy -- aaaaah, bet you didn't expect me to say that, i like POP CULTURE too'.

maybe my mission is to put together the first hackademic conference on 'the shield'.

...more has been written on an explanatory and critical field about trash like Buffy the Vampire Slayer or The X-Files rather than, say, The Sopranos, The Wire, or Mad Men.

Results 1 - 10 of about 2,920 for "the sopranos". (0.12 seconds)
Results 1 - 10 of about 2,210 for "buffy the vampire slayer". (0.20 seconds)

What I really want to know is where is the The Wire slash?

well you can strike out 'mad men' coz academics are generally johnny-come-latelies, but yeah.

Soft lips lightly traced a pattern of kisses along the
back of my neck. I sighed, savoring the delicious
sensation of being awakened from a sensual dream, and
settled my back more firmly against his chest.

Mmm… Sam… I thought, drifting back into sleep.

The soft kisses gave way to the nuzzling of teeth
against my skin, then to a series of love-bites that
became ever sharper as they ascended to my jawline.

*Not* Sam.

The idea shocked me awake--or it would have, but I
felt as drowsy and lethargic as if I'd had far too
much ale and couldn’t quite clear my head. But the
little bites were quite enjoyable, actually, teasing
the fine line between pleasure and pain, and I let
myself be swept away by this hedonistic dream… this
dream lover… so unlike my always gentle Sam…

His lips took mine roughly. I felt no need to resist;
indeed, I could not have, so overpowering were the
kisses. His tongue parted my teeth and plunged inside,
probing, demanding. I yielded utterly, opening to him,
the intensity of the kiss making me arch my back,
begging for more.

I became hazily aware of strong arms encircling me
from behind. Soft fingertips explored my throat, my
chest, lingering over the ring on its silver chain.
The smooth circle always felt warm with my body heat,
but now it seemed to burn. Without warning he pinched
my nipples quite hard, leaving them tingling. I gasped
and was instantly silenced by another insistent,
bruising kiss. I struggled to force myself awake, to
protest, but my eyes were so heavy that I could not
hold them open. Then the kisses on my shoulder and
throat became soothing again and the hands stroking my
skin grew gentle, and once again I lost myself in a
shadowy cloud of desire… Nothing to fear, no need to
think…

He traced little shivery waves on my skin as his
caress moved ever downward. When he took my hardness
in his large hand, I gasped at the heat of his touch.
He began to stroke me masterfully, quickly bringing me
almost to the brink before he abruptly stopped. The
other hand took over then, parting my cheeks to seek
out the tight opening there. I spread my legs and
pushed against his touch, feeling wanton. His hand
left me for a moment but quickly returned, wet and
slick. He slid a finger inside me, suddenly,
forcefully, and I shuddered. He began pulling me off
again in long, sure strokes, his finger moving in and
out rhythmically. When he impaled me with a second
finger I thought I must surely die from the intensity
of it. Once again he took me right to the edge … and
stopped. I writhed against him shamelessly, grinding
my backside into his hips. His hard member felt hot,
too hot, slippery against my skin, and then he was
pushing slowly but relentlessly into me. I cried out
then, I know, but there was no sound, and the world
ceased to exist but for the spot where his body
invaded mine.

I gritted my teeth against the pain, willing my
muscles to relax. He grasped my hips and directed me
wordlessly to move with him. As I did so, the pain
gradually ebbed until wild pleasure surged in its
place and I thrust myself hard onto his thick shaft.

Suddenly I felt something smooth and hot against my
face. The ring. He stroked my face with it, though it
was still bound to its chain, then parted my lips and
placed it into my mouth. His finger followed it and I
sucked on both, tracing the contours of his knuckles
with my tongue, pushing the ring against his skin. I
knew what he wanted me to do and, swept away by
passion, I no longer resisted. I pressed my tongue
into the burning circle of the ring, tracing its
shape, feeling it pulse, then pushed it onto his
finger. He gave a final mighty thrust and exploded
within me, sending massive shock waves ripping through
my body. My eyes flew open, though all remained dark
and silent. Then his hands sought out my hardness and
squeezed mercilessly. It took but a stroke or two to
push me over the brink. I gasped for breath, my head
spinning and my heart pounding. An image began to form
in my mind and with it a dreadful, shocking
realization. A circle of flame, an eye, *his* eye.
Then I knew it had been him and not a dream--though I
was quite alone except for Sam, sleeping peacefully by
my side as if nothing had happened.

I lay spent and stunned for a long while. Despite the
disbelief, the revulsion, and the shame beginning to
well up, exquisite aftershocks still tingled
throughout my body. The physical sensations of
lovemaking remained vivid, tangible, undeniable. I
cradled the ring in my hand. It remained white hot,
still slicked with saliva. And it whispered to me, as
it did more and more often these days, "You and I will
soon meet face to face, Frodo Baggins, very soon. I am
waiting."

"I said DON'T MOVE," Starsky repeated, the last two words each punctuated with another slap to Hutch's behind. The blond was holding still now and Starsky smiled at the sight. Pushing his finger in all the way, he found his lover's prostate and stroked it.

Hutch tried not to move, but the sensations were too much and he ground back against Starsky's hand. As soon as he did Starsky brought his hand down again leaving a bright red palm print in his wake. Hutch yelped at the pain but managed to stay where he was.

"You're such a good boy, Hutch," Starsky whispered as he bent over his lover's back. "You make me really proud."

"I...I do?" Hutch whispered back, his whole body shaking with the effort of not moving while Starsky's finger continued to torment him.

"Yeah," Starsky said. "You're tryin' so hard not to move. I can tell how bad you want to. How bad you want to grind your ass back on my finger. How bad you want to thrust that hard cock of yours into something."

"Staaarsky..." Hutch cried out when the man pressed down hard on his prostate.

"I need more, Hutch," Starsky said as he pulled out his finger.

"What...whatever you need," Hutch stammered, fighting to remain still. "I love you."

"I love you, too, beautiful," Starsky said.

"What do you need, Starsk?" Hutch managed to ask.

"Fight me," Starsky whispered in his ear.

Hutch shivered as those two little words sank in. He felt his cock grow harder and wondered for a moment which one of them needed this more. Leave it to Starsky to know just what to do to give them both what they craved. Tensing his muscles, Hutch waited a heartbeat before lunging up and back. He succeeded in throwing his lover off him, but he knew he only had seconds before Starsky was on him again. Using his longer legs to his advantage, Hutch dashed toward the bedroom, seeking the illusionary safety of the other room.

He didn't even get the door closed before Starsky barreled into it knocking him to the floor. Before Hutch could make it to his knees, Starsky had one hand fisted in his hair and the other wrapped around his throat. Arousal surged through Hutch as Starsky manhandled him onto the bed.

"Get off!" Hutch snarled as his lover pushed his face into the mattress and shoved a pillow under his hips. Hutch tried to rear up again and knock Starsky off, but a vice-like grip on his testicles stilled him.

"That's a good boy," Starsky purred as he gave the tender orbs a harsh squeeze. He laughed at Hutch's gasp of pain and surprise. His own cock was strangling in his jeans as the adrenaline surged through him again. Keeping one hand on Hutch's balls, he undid his own pants and pulled his hard cock out.

"Starsky, let me go," Hutch demanded.

"No," Starsky replied as he gave the balls another squeeze. "I'm gonna fuck you until you scream, blondie. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit for days."

"God damnit, Starsky. I said no. Now let me go," Hutch yelled, though he was careful not to move his body.

"I don't give a shit what you said," Starsky yelled back. "I'm gonna have you and there ain't fuck all you can do about it, partner."

"Damn it! You son of a bitch, let me go!" Hutch yelled. The pain in his testicles was making his eyes water. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

"What did you just call my mother?" Starsky spat. He jerked back on Hutch's balls and smiled at the shriek of pain it caused.

"No... Nothing," Hutch stammered as he fought the pain rolling through him.

"Apologize," came the deadly serious reply.

"I'm sorry," Hutch said immediately.

"That's better." Starsky relented and eased his grip on his partner's now bruised testicles. "Now I think someone here needs a little lesson in who's in control. And since I'm not the one cryin' over his balls being crushed, I don't think that someone's me. Am I right?"

"Yes," Hutch replied quickly. "You're right."

"What am I right about?" Starsky pressed.

"That I need a lesson in who's in...in c-control," Hutch stammered.

Starsky reached out and ran his hands over his partner's back. Hutch was shaking now, his body confused amid the cacophony of signals flooding through it. He rubbed slowly, easing the worst of it. This was, after all, Hutch and he would never truly hurt this man.

"That's right, babe," Starsky said. "Now tell me. Who's in control here?"

"You are, Starsk," Hutch replied.

"And what am I gonna do to prove that to ya?" Starsky pressed.

"Fuck me," Hutch said, his face flushing in unanticipated embarrassment. "You're gonna fuck me."

"What's wrong, babe?" Starsky asked when he saw Hutch flush. "Don't wanna be my pussy tonight?"

Hutch went beet red at his lover's use of...that word. Never in all their lovemaking had he ever thought of himself as that. Now here was Starsky telling him that was all he really was. A pussy. A pussy for his partner to fuck.

the comments on that lj firefly thing are hilarious, viz a viz:

So, I think Joss Whedon is a rapist because it is impossible for me to believe that a man who produces a show like Firefly, a man who openly objectifies women in his interviews, a man who based the character of Xander Harris (a pro-porn, sex-obsessed teenage male in Buffy) it is imposible for me to believe that this man does not pressure his wife for sex. If he has pressured his wife for sex even if she eventually consented he is still a rapist. I know far too many women who have been, and are being, forced, coerced, manipulated, pressured into sex that they do not want with their male partners. I'd bet anything that Joss is one of these men. And if he is then he is a rapist in my books.

Hasn't crossed her mind that his wife might actually like having sex with him?

i liked 'buffy' but never drank the 'firefly' kool-aid.