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all fixed, now for the recs...
Apr. 8th, 2002 10:02 pmI was originally going to start with the Sandys, but they'll require an epic, so I'm beginning with Melvira. In (twisted) honor of Nick month:
Understand
An elegantly structured, deeply disturbing, and yet hot cartercest. I love the way she manages to get remarkable amounts of character development into such a tiny piece. Which is a trait much of what Melvira writes; her shorts are mostly what you'd normally call PWP, except for that hers usually do have a plot. She understands that sex isn't just an entertainment, it's a conversation.
Shorts of particular note:
Bunk Puppet Theatre. JC/Chris. After watching Making the Video: Pop, my Chrislove is immense. He is such a wonderfully snarky little man. And bunk puppet theatre is something I can see Chris doing in RL.
Care. Melvira has quite a line in GSF, but I think I like this one best, for its bare dry sadness.
Bruise. There's a mouth-shaped bruise on the inside of his thigh and matching fingerprint stains on his hips, reminders of a once-and-never-again night.
Green. Chris flashed back to dusty junior high classrooms, giggling girls who dotted their "I"s with hearts, passing him purple-inked notes asking if he liked so-and-so. He had a pen in his car, but it was plain blue, and besides, he was too old to pass notes, this wasnt study hall, and for fucks sake, they were talking about Lance, here.
I'm not too fond of her longer pieces; they tend to dip a little far into the melodrama for my taste, especially Broken and Battle Scars. The exception is the epic JoLa A Map of the World. It stretches across the whole history of nsync, sad and sweet.
Nick forgets, sometimes, that he knows normal things, like Aaron's favorite cereal or color or video game. He forgets, sometimes, that he shouldn't know things like Aaron's favorite position.
Understand
An elegantly structured, deeply disturbing, and yet hot cartercest. I love the way she manages to get remarkable amounts of character development into such a tiny piece. Which is a trait much of what Melvira writes; her shorts are mostly what you'd normally call PWP, except for that hers usually do have a plot. She understands that sex isn't just an entertainment, it's a conversation.
Shorts of particular note:
Bunk Puppet Theatre. JC/Chris. After watching Making the Video: Pop, my Chrislove is immense. He is such a wonderfully snarky little man. And bunk puppet theatre is something I can see Chris doing in RL.
Care. Melvira has quite a line in GSF, but I think I like this one best, for its bare dry sadness.
Bruise. There's a mouth-shaped bruise on the inside of his thigh and matching fingerprint stains on his hips, reminders of a once-and-never-again night.
Green. Chris flashed back to dusty junior high classrooms, giggling girls who dotted their "I"s with hearts, passing him purple-inked notes asking if he liked so-and-so. He had a pen in his car, but it was plain blue, and besides, he was too old to pass notes, this wasnt study hall, and for fucks sake, they were talking about Lance, here.
I'm not too fond of her longer pieces; they tend to dip a little far into the melodrama for my taste, especially Broken and Battle Scars. The exception is the epic JoLa A Map of the World. It stretches across the whole history of nsync, sad and sweet.
"Lower back." He chews on his bottom lip and smiles. "Gotta be somewhere I can hide it if I need to."
"Parents?" the girl asks, looking sympathetic.
"Boyfriend," Lance says without thinking, and blushes.
The girl grins at him and asks him to take off his shirt. "Don't you think he might, you know, notice?"
Lance tugs his shirt up and flips over as she lowers the back of the chair. "Not until I want him to."
