Many years ago, I saw a movie called The Boogeyman.
I forget most of it. But the central premise was this: If you say the Boogeyman’s name five times, he’d come. I remember only one scene – that of Virginia Madsen staring in the bathroom mirror, and saying : Boogeyman, Boogeyman, Boogeyman, Boogeyman… notice I said it only four times? The movie had that much of an effect on me.
A month ago, Peter Watts ( a wonderful, if grumpy and cat-loving, writer of hard Science Fiction) decided to stick up for a colleague of his, R. Scott Bakker, who had been bullied by someone called ACrackedMoon. ACM runs a blog called Requires Only That You Hate.
This is how her blog works: she shoots down works of Fantasy and Science Fiction on grounds of misogyny and racism. She launches juvenile personal attacks inside a hate-performance-art-schtick.
“You’re just disgusting in a sad, banal way; reading this is like catching you masturbating to rape porn surrounded by wads of used tissue. Possibly your masturbating aid is your own steaming feces.” – From a post ACM wrote about R. Scott Bakker
But by all means, do go on patting each other’s back and stroking each other’s cock.
There is not enough “lord cocks this is so so so repulsive.” What the fuck was he thinking.
YELLOW FEVER YELLOW FEVER RACIST LITTLE COCKSTAIN
“I am a barely-literate yet sanctimonious little cock who believes the epitome of literature is gritty grimdark fantasy full of rape, racism and homophobia. Look ma, I am unbelievably edgy!”
…on the other apparently Christopher Hitchens–author of this nice-guy, sexist ridiculous piece of shit and who’s known for being an all-around turd (does anyone live nearby and care to take a piss on Hitchens’ grave? No?)…
because it just doesn’t interest them atall they want cocks okay. No cocks? No money! COCKS PLEASE. MORE COCKS.
But in his rush to masturbate to his own gritty grim darkness he’s contributing to a narrative where women–and gay women especially–must suffer.
I could go on, but it would be one long blog entry and I have other things to do.
Look, if I peppered my writing with constant reference to cocks and dicks (and I don’t even want to get into the endless piss and shit metaphors she uses; that’s another pile of repressed WTF entirely), a lot of people might suspect I’m… repressing something. The religious right is full of people who obsess over the sex life of gay men, and anyone with half a brain would suspect them of being just a little closeted.
So what do you say when an ardent lesbian reader of fantasy can’t stop writing about dicks with such enthusiasm? Acrackedmoon reminds me of Southpark’s mentally-ill homophobic Mister Garrison, who writes a novel only to discover that he has involuntarily filled it to the brim with references to penises.
I’m sure I’m wrong. I’ve never heard of a closeted heterosexual. But it is peculiar. She’s written more about dicks than most straight men. More than your average urologist, actually.
