~~long live the sillyfic. sillyfic, sillyfic here! no angst. we shoot angst. we -eat- angst.

so um, sometimes i can't stop myself. and it's a good thing, because otherwise all i'd write would be stupid essays on Why Certain People Are Meant To Be, which is what's -really- always on my mind. well, ok, not really. so i wrote more sillyfic. credit for several lines goes to stephen, who is the obligatory straight boy i plague with h/d questions. so um. i don't know if this is worth reading, but it's probably funny. though pointless. if anyone sees a point, feel free to tell me. i enjoy it, though. it's fun to write. fluff, long live fluff.

um. so.
( `it was fun'-- a no angst, no problem production. er. h/d. what didya think it was, harry/neville??! ha. )

~~wherein reena gets on her soap-box and makes a fable.

i have angst. i have "deep and pure" angst. i will never kiss anybody with my angst. it is very Deep and Pure, just like my Soul.
my deep, pure, beautiful Soul, which can only love Platonically, or else it will be Tainted with the earthly Wiles of those demonic things we call Hormones.

ahem. this is related to a recent post on the ``cassie and rhysenn" mailing list, saying that the person thinks that no, harry and draco won't end the arc in hate with each other, but the person doesn't think they'll be lovers, either, because their love is too Deep and Pure for that.

i hate it when i just use this space to grr and argh. but. i hate it that people call dv!harry & draco's love "pure and deep". as in, sooo pure and deep that they can't Snog. or they'll Ruin the Perfection. of their Bond. i'm reminded of medieval mentality, where there was the Maiden and the Prince, and the prince was supposed to Love and Cherish the maiden, but not Touch. i'm having visions of this rapunzel re-write i could do....

...where once upon a time, the prince sees the princess, and sings to her, and brings her flowers, but he never does rescue her from the tower because she is so pure, and perfect over there, in her Maiden's Tower, and he can't imagine sullying that purity with his Manhood (ahem). so eventually he goes off, because he is Noble and he must help run the Kingdom that was entrusted to him, and she just keeps sitting there, waiting for the prince that is going to want to play in the dirt and run in the rain and make lots and lots of mud tracks on the floor. she grows old and impure, as impure as all old ladies really are (have you -talked- to old ladies??) anyway. so then this Prince comes back, and he's a Dirty Old Man, and he looks up, and his heart almost stops (it doesn't take much, as he's Really Old), and he sees how beautiful she is, and how Real. and he wants to Touch her, and wipe her tears away. her hair is brittle and it won't hold him now, to pull him up. so he just stands there, at the base of her tower, weeping. and a hedge of thorns appears all around the tower, winding higher and higher, and finally reaching the window. so he grabs on, and starts climbing. and by the time he reaches the window to her room, he's all scratched up and bloody, and she cries harder, seeing the state he's in. she's half-blind by now, with age, but she can see all the beautiful robes he was wearing, the Noble King, and they're rags now, and he's looking at her and smiling. and then they embrace, the blood and the tears and the thorns and rose-petals on his body all mingling. they're old, and decrepit, and their bodies are no longer beautiful, and their souls are tired, and every single day they'd spent apart has been etched in deep lines onto their skins, mapping the once-smooth surface with countless impurities and imperfections. and their hands run up and down each other's bodies, in exploration and in awe, because this is the most beautiful and deep thing either of them had ever experienced. and they breathe deeply of each other unique, strong scent, and they become one for a brief moment, before their breaths leave them, and they die.

~~the end.

why is deep and pure equivalent with No Touching? why is touching impure? why is it not a part of Higher Love? why must we only touch those we feel Dirty Things for? how is that healthy? fuck that stupid puritan attitude, fuck the whole idea that sex is dirty, fuck, fuck, FUCK IT. and yes, i realize the irony.

it pisses me off. no, dv!draco and harry don't need to do it. no, they don't need to fuck. not because their love is so Pure and Deep, but simply because it's not necessary, you don't need to satisfy everything, unless by the end they're dead. it's ok to not have sex with the one you love, for many reasons, just not because it's not Pure enough. you could not have sex because you're not ready yet. because you don't realize you want it. because you're too shy. because you're confused about your feelings. because you're confused about your sexual identity. because you're in lust with someone else. because you are afraid of the strength of your desire, and can't handle it. because you've got a disease. because you've got a headache. because you're not horny. because you're impotent. because you're too weirded out by the idea. etc etc, and so on and so forth. sex is natural, sex is fun, sex is best when it's one on one.

hit it, george.
~~
( um. i am plebe, therefore i squee. see reena see buffy. see reena squeeeeeee and squeee and squeeeee. also, my thoughts on smallville and its non-squeeage but tolerable lex cutage...cuteage...? something. )