ratherastory: (Meep!)
ratherastory ([personal profile] ratherastory) wrote2010-03-01 11:26 am

I suppose it was only a matter of time

So my "anonymity" over here in fandom is officially at an end. After indoctrinating some new friends this weekend, it turns out that one of them knew another fan of SPN, who in turn apparently has read my fic.

And so now I have a RL friend who's a friend of this LJ.

ACK!

*waves to B*

Uh... yeah. This is what I do in my spare time. *cough*

Why IS it that it's easier to explain/justify porn than h/c? I don't get it.

[identity profile] claudiapriscus.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
I love your tag for this. It's so true. I guess the best thing about your situation is that that they've read it...which means there can't be any judging ;).

SPN is really my first and only fandom (though I guess I've haunted Jim Butcher's message boards for so long that I should probably count that). But I'm not coming out of the fic closet to anyone in RL. Just so much awkwardness there. It couldn't even be something acceptably geeky. Oh no. It had to be the cult show with the insane fandom obsessed with incest and the equivalent of torture porn. (That's its reputation, anyway, and seriously....not so far from the truth, I have to admit.) There's just no way to make it sound harmless. Except to get other people addicted, I suppose.

(Anonymous) 2010-03-02 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Oh no. It had to be the cult show with the insane fandom obsessed with incest and the equivalent of torture porn. I think you've hit the nail on the head about why I keep my involvement with SPN fandom under wraps. It's not that I'm ashamed of it, it's just that my family/job would. not. understand.

[identity profile] sothcweden.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Crap. The above was me with login problems.

[identity profile] claudiapriscus.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Yup. Hell, I don't even understand it, sometimes. It's like some lingering remnant of sanity will kick in and I'll end up thinking, "What am I doing? How the hell did I get here?" But it always passes.