Slash is like insidious, insidious poison. You write it and learn to regard male-male affection as just as worthy as (all the worthies did) I mean, WW1 kinda guys, and then you write an original, and then you realise that the times, they have a-changed.
Because I mean. Back a hundred years ago everyone was saying 'Alexander and Hephaestion. Boy, there was a pure love. Everyone should love their friends like *that.*' And now we're making films pretty much entitled Alexander the Great Gay. (Which I do think he, you know, was. Which goes to show sometimes we're right, and sometimes they were.) But I think the other way was more poetic. More romantic. And as literary people (as I think most of us are, even pre-slash) we've imbibed through Shakespeare, Chaucer, anything and et cetera, a belief uncommon in our times - that the big male bonding is beautiful!
And then we try to show this beauty, and alas, Lasair comes and scribbles with the Enormous Red Pen all over it.
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Because I mean. Back a hundred years ago everyone was saying 'Alexander and Hephaestion. Boy, there was a pure love. Everyone should love their friends like *that.*' And now we're making films pretty much entitled Alexander the Great Gay. (Which I do think he, you know, was. Which goes to show sometimes we're right, and sometimes they were.) But I think the other way was more poetic. More romantic. And as literary people (as I think most of us are, even pre-slash) we've imbibed through Shakespeare, Chaucer, anything and et cetera, a belief uncommon in our times - that the big male bonding is beautiful!
And then we try to show this beauty, and alas, Lasair comes and scribbles with the Enormous Red Pen all over it.