In the end, maybe it's that I mistrust the whole device of seduction itself. The seductive personality, the romantic ideal of an irresistible touch, the supposed draw of... I dunno, dominant and experienced lovers who can sweep you off your feet. That makes me think of Harry/Snape, by the way. I mean, most H/S fic I've read (not that I've read -that- much) has Snape be all... smooth at least in one area. Even if someone's a total jerk, at least they're sexually potent, right. Seductive.
Leather trousers are "seductive", but so is a smooth voice and a commanding stare and a sleek walk and a certain sort of arrogance-- all of it's part of the fantasy package. Like a custom-tailored Fabio in all his myriad incarnations. God, I hate Fabio.
Maybe it's that I don't like it when a character is seen as "sexy" by everyone. Does that make me a freak? Unusual, anyway, right. Or at least when they seem to make some sort of game of it, and seduction is by nature a game, or rather a farce. Fake by nature, so of course a seductive Draco would seem fake-- seduction itself, charm itself, that's fake, even though there are people out there who are fake, in real life.
And anyway, no seduction can control or produce passion, which is the name of the game, isn't it?
But people seem to like it. There's a lot of popular appeal behind the concept, apparently. So most people want to be sold this untouchable superhuman sex-machine, want to idealize the sex object until it's more fantasy than reality. Human beings, at heart, are so... unlovely. They're beautiful, yes, but I don't think they're pure mind-candy, right. Like, if you really -knew- a person, you'd find out that they're not... they're not blindingly, untouchably cool and suave and funny and brilliant. They're-- we're-- all equal to each other in that regard. Our humanity makes us equal, and seduction games become irrelevant in the face of true knowledge of each other, then.
( ...This is where it gets into er... murkier waters, I think. )
Leather trousers are "seductive", but so is a smooth voice and a commanding stare and a sleek walk and a certain sort of arrogance-- all of it's part of the fantasy package. Like a custom-tailored Fabio in all his myriad incarnations. God, I hate Fabio.
Maybe it's that I don't like it when a character is seen as "sexy" by everyone. Does that make me a freak? Unusual, anyway, right. Or at least when they seem to make some sort of game of it, and seduction is by nature a game, or rather a farce. Fake by nature, so of course a seductive Draco would seem fake-- seduction itself, charm itself, that's fake, even though there are people out there who are fake, in real life.
And anyway, no seduction can control or produce passion, which is the name of the game, isn't it?
But people seem to like it. There's a lot of popular appeal behind the concept, apparently. So most people want to be sold this untouchable superhuman sex-machine, want to idealize the sex object until it's more fantasy than reality. Human beings, at heart, are so... unlovely. They're beautiful, yes, but I don't think they're pure mind-candy, right. Like, if you really -knew- a person, you'd find out that they're not... they're not blindingly, untouchably cool and suave and funny and brilliant. They're-- we're-- all equal to each other in that regard. Our humanity makes us equal, and seduction games become irrelevant in the face of true knowledge of each other, then.
( ...This is where it gets into er... murkier waters, I think. )
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