oh fandom...

[lizardbeth]

I understand losing pornish_pixies is a blow, but jeez, approximately 35 fannish/literary comms suspended is really not the frakking apocalypse.

Here's a list

Oh, and check out a far bigger list of suspended accounts Here. If you can stomach it. When SixApart's CEO says that the accounts deleted in error are a small minority, he's not exaggerating. Look at those names -- the sicko whackjobs weren't even trying to hide. There are over 400 journals and comms on that list. Sure a few are fannish and a few are obviously fetish comms, but the majority are not. Some of them have lovely names like: yngrlluvr, pedogoal, and mall-stalker. oh and the ever-popular: naziparty comm. Good fucking riddance.

And if you were dumb enough to name your fannish comm "boysfuckingboys" or put pedophilia, incest, and rape in your interests, well, I gotta say, it's just pure luck that you weren't hit by this before.

LJ's covering their ass, and a handful of unwise journals got in the way. The End.

ETA: I think, in order to protest, nobody should sign silly online petitions. No. We should all be writing PORN!

Yes, LOTS AND LOTS OF PORN! That would be the best protest EVER!!!

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[lyssie.livejournal.com]

You know, your first paragraph? Yeah, that? Is why I wish fandom had shut up about oppression and not raised a fuss. Because I bet they would have. Not that I want them to have their incestfic. But, jesus, mary and joseph, maybe if they hadn't brought this up as some big fuss...

ANYWAY. To apologize for talking about it again.

have some unfinished porn.

There were cracker crumbs in their bed again. Sam wriggled, trying to rid his skin of the feel of them. Unfortunately, that just made it worse. Kara, for her part, didn't seem to notice them. She did notice him moving, though.

"Sam?" Her voice was thick with sleep.

"Crumbs." Sam knew he sounded cranky. He didn't care, "You are such a slob, Kara."

"I don't recall," she informed him, her tone more awake, "Being the only one eating the crackers, Sam."

She had a point. Still. "You brought them."

"Yeah?" She prodded him in the side, "And you ate most of 'em, Mr. Bottomless Pit."

"Hey, I'm a growing athelete," he replied, tone lazy.

"I can tell." Her fingers prodded his belly, "And you're only growing here."

"Nope." Catching her hand, he brought it up to his biceps and flexed, "Right, here, baby."

"Ah-ha ha," Kara snickered at him.

"Are you mocking my efforts, Kara?" Sounding suitably hurt, Sam drew back from her.

"Yes."

He sighed, "I don't know why. I'm doing it all for you, baby. To build up my stamina."

"Oh, stamina. Is that why?" Kara leaned closer to him, half-sprawling on his chest. "You don't have stamina problems, Sammy."

"Yeah?" Amused, he cupped the back of her head, fingers playing with her hair. "I don't, huh?" He let her calling him Sammy pass. For once.

"Except when I drink you under the table." Smirking, she lifted herself further up his body, teasingly brushing her lips against his. "Then you have no stamina and pass out on me."

"No man," Sam defended his honor, "can match Colonel Tigh shot for shot and survive, Kara." He firmly tugged her mouth down onto his.

After kissing him thoroughly, Kara pulled back, "Says you. I can manage just fine."

"You're not a man," was his logical reply. To prove this assumption, he brought one hand up and groped her breasts efficiently.

Gasping a little, Kara wriggled against him, smug, "Definitely not a man."

He'd gotten off his point, Sam suddenly remembered. He glared at her, "You're trying to distract me, Kara."

"Me?"

"Yes, you." He poked her nose, then grabbed her hands when she would have retaliated. "You ate crackers in bed, Kara. Our bed. And now there are crumbs in my ass."

"Poor baby," she mocked him, not even trying to break free.