Thank you so much to professorfangirl and gascon-en-exil!
This is an extremely long text post, so I have put most of it behind a [read more]
I have pulled out one key paragraph, but one should really read all of it.
professorfangirl: (submission from gascon-en-exil)
As you pointed out, one cannot underestimate the significance of contemporary fandom culture, yaoi and slash included, in providing a space and much-needed visibility for women exploring and expressing themselves (relatively) free from patriarchal dismissals of the value of - and in extreme cases even the existence of - female sexual desire and gratification. Be that as it may, however, when that expression manifests itself as M/M fanwork produced by and for a (mostly heterosexual) female audience the result is, to put it bluntly, inherently no different from straight men jacking off to lesbian porn. It can contribute to greater sympathy for and more willingness to contribute positively to issues relevant to the people being objectified, but it certainly doesn’t have to, and you’ll always have to contend with the specter of queer fetishization waiting to make an appearance whenever the subjects of your erotica find it and are made uncomfortable by the realization that people who do not and will never share their sexual experiences are nevertheless deriving erotic satisfaction from exactly those kinds of experiences.
I have to admit that I get really defensive at any suggestion that women writing slash (which I use to mean M/M erotica regardless of the canonical sexuality of the characters) is homophobic (i.e. objectifying, fetishizing, perpetuating stereotypes, appropriative, silencing, etc.). Which probably means there’s something there.
I don’t know why slash is so appealing to women in general, and to me specifically. I think trying to create coherent explanations for desire is probably futile (exhibit A: Freud). Maybe, for me, heterosexual erotica is tainted by real life gender roles and is therefore not as good fodder for fantasy. In my early 20s I had a bisexual boyfriend who watched a lot of porn. And I found the mainstream F/M and F/F porn to be so distractingly fake that it was really hard to see it as even vaguely sexy. And of course the M/M porn was also fake, but it seemed less fake, more like it was populated by actual humans who were actually hot for each other (and the guys were way cuter than Ron Jeremy). [Incidentally, my boyfriend was kind of uncomfortable with how hot I found it, and that was pretty much the end of us watching porn together.] I’m not actually that upset about straight men watching F/F porn (though it would be lovely if some of the profits went to support homeless queer youth, for instance) but I can get pretty pissed of about toxic queer tropes in mainstream media, and I’m not really sure where to situate slash in that spectrum.
But, I am also really interested in the ways that the (predominantly) women writers explore what it might be like to be a man, some very specific man that we are otherwise only seeing from the outside. What is it like to have sex as a man? Many of us know about giving a blow job or a hand job or being the penetrated partner or being queer as a woman, and the ways those things are socially constructed. And we see how masculinity seems to be constructed around gay and straight men, and the ways that shame and grief play out in that context, but I’m sure we miss the mark a lot. [And I wonder if this is why you don’t see a lot of gay hook up culture represented. I’ve read a lot of queer theory about public sex, but I still find it really hard to imagine what it would be like to masturbate in a porno theater while a stranger was watching, or how Grindr dates actually play out. Though Neville in Chase820’s Miracle Year and Draco in emmagrant01’s Left My Heart ring true to me.]
I also really love the counterfactual aspects of fanfic. If a character that canonically has sex with lots of women (Kirk, Bond, Watson) also had sex with men, would he risk being seen as a slut? If Sherlock were a woman, could she still get away with being such a dick? If Irene’s role were played by a man, would I feel less pissed off by the characterization? (In splix’s If you can’t move heaven, raise hell, and Chryse’s A waste of breath, the answer is a resounding yes.)