Slash

You sigh. You roll your eyes. “Hasn’t Frenzied frickin’ Fangirl written enough about slash by now?” you ask. Maybe I have. But this time Slash is the title of a film I’ve just seen, and I’m here to tell all y’all that it rocks. As always, I have a few critical notes, but they’re not many.

So here’s the gist: Neil, the protagonist of Slash, writes slash for the fictional fandom of Vanguard. When his composition notebook is stolen (this is why we never take our attempts at writing erotica with us to school, children!) he accidentally befriends Julia, also a slash writer. Sidenote to people that know me IRL: There is a Julia in this film who writes gay fanfic, wears lots of t-shirts with cats on them and is an avid feminist. Sound familiar? I thought so. Julia encourages Neil to put his fic online, and when he does it soon becomes so successful that Neil is asked to do a reading at Comic Con. Then some other stuff happens that I won’t tell you for the sake of spoilers.

What I loved about this film: it’s about fandom, and more specifically: fanfic. It beautifully portrays the tensions within fandom that arise when old school fans are confronted with newcomers. Its full of in-jokes from RPF to curtain fic. It’s super open and honest about non-hetero sexual orientations.

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What’s Next?

I know y’all are waiting for an in-depth analysis of The Final Problem and I promise that’s coming up really soon. For now, suffice it to say that I was, overall, really happy, in spite of some blatant queerbaiting. But, surprisingly, Sherlock is not what I’m blogging about today.

Today might be the pinnacle of my career as a Frenzied Fangirl. I threw a Disney-themed birthday party this weekend and people turned up en masse in costumes. It was lovely. Then, last night, I was more anxious than I remember ever being before about Sherlock. This morning I purchased two tickets for Hamilton on the West End. Next weekend I’m going to see Harry Potter And The Cursed Child and today….

Lin-Manuel Miranda published this video.

 

It is the catalyst for a blogpost that has been a long time coming: one about how great it is when people you are a fan of are fans of other people you are a fan of. Kind of like Lin-Manuel Miranda recording a West Wing fanvideo.

Sinterklaas

If you were looking for an elaborate takedown of Zwarte Piet and its racist connotations, this isn’t it. I celebrated Sinterklaas with my family this weekend and I wanted to voice how much I love the presents I got. Of course, there’s a lot wrong with Zwarte Piet, but that’s a story for another blogpost. Today, let me just show off my awesome new stuff!

One chocolate letter J, milk chocolate

It’s a Sinterklaas tradition that children get the first letter of their name rendered in chocolate. It’s also very tasty. I remember, when I was young, that me and my friends were concerned: did some letters consist of more chocolate than others? Were you better of being named Wilhelmina than Juliana, simply because the “W” is a bigger letter? It turns out that the answer to this question is no. They just make the “J” extra thick.

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Explaining Slash Fiction

When I mention to people that I am a writer, and yes, that I write fanfiction, and yes, that I often write this fanfiction about men who fall in love with men, I am sometimes accused of fetishizing homosexuality.

A girl recently told me the following story: She was visiting a pub with her girlfriend when a group of men approached them and asked whether they’d make out so that the men could watch and enjoy the show. She felt violated by the experience, and a debate unfolded over the fetishization of lesbians, both in porn and mainstream media. The idea that women have sex because women enjoy it is somehow incomprehensible to many people. Instead, such people assume that women’s sexuality is there for straight men to enjoy. This fetishization is a disgusting, dehumanizing practice.

However, as a straight girl and an avid writer and reader of homoerotic (slash) fanfiction, I do not feel guilty of fetishizing gay men. Of course, I cannot speak for all of the fangirls all over the internet, as there are multitudes of people and viewpoints out there. I can only say that I consider fanfiction to be an innocent hobby, and in this article I will attempt to tell you why. Continue reading

Time And Relative Dimension In Space

It’s the question that has plagued fangirls, quite literally, since the beginning of time. If you had the TARDIS at your disposal, where would you go? Because this kind of thing says a lot about a person, I’ve put together a personal list. Suggestions are welcome. After all, with the TARDIS, everything is possible.

Hammersmith Odeon, London November 18, 1975

We could have seen this gem performed live. As well as literally all my other favorite Springsteen songs.

Shakespeare’s Globe, anywhere between 1580 or so and 1616

Yes, I know the Doctor has been here before. But surely he’d be willing to pay his almost-lover William another visit to please me?

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Delayed on a train travelling from Manchester to London King’s Cross in 1990.

The exact date escapes me, but somewhere, sometime on this trajectory of the train, J.K Rowling conceived of the idea that led to Harry Potter. Wouldn’t it have been miraculous to see the lights of creation flicker on in her eyes?

Have a cuppa with Jane Austen

On recent episodes of Doctor Who,  I have never seen the Doctor meet Jane. Of course that doesn’t mean he hasn’t. I think he would adore her. Besides, I adore her. Oh Jane, most brilliant of literary minds, impart your wisdom upon me. And pour me a cup of darjeeling.

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And finally, I’d love to be a guest at my parents’ wedding.

Lots of other places in time appeal to me, for a multitude of reasons. I contemplated putting the beginning of time or the beginning of humanity on this list, but to me, my parents’ wedding is more meaningful. In a sense, it is the beginning of the world: my world.

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Also, since I don’t actually think the actual TARDIS will be coming to pick me up anytime soon, I think it’s high time David Tennant came by my house to surprise me with this gorgeous dress.

An Open Letter To J.K. Rowling

Dear J.K Rowling,

Even as I write this my fingers tremble on the keyboard, my armpits slippery with sweat. How can I, a lowly mortal of the blogosphere, address your divine genius? Yet here I am.

First of all, I want to thank you. I cannot be certain that your writing has made the world a better place, or, indeed, that the written word is capable of such a thing. I can only assure you that your creativity has made my world a little more compassionate, a little more beautiful. You’ve made my life just a little brighter. I thank you for the ways Harry’s anxiety has helped me deal with my own. I thank you for Hermione, who has shown me that being bookish doesn’t mean you can’t also be a badass. Most of all, I thank you for the dedicated fanbase your work has inspired.The Harry Potter fandom has brought me so much joy, so many wonderful friends, and so much more insight into my own creativity and mind. This is something I can never thank you for, because it cannot truly be put into words.

There’s just one teeny tiny thing that I can’t keep quiet about any longer.

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Don’t Judge A Book By Its Cover

I understand you don’t come to this blog for fashion advice. Really, I do. I’d laugh in your face if you did, because my idea of fashion is matching the color of my sweatpants to my hoodie. But every once in a while, a fashion item comes along that hits the perfect intersection of stylishness and bookishness. In such cases, I cannot help but blog about it. Forgive me.

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How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Book: Some Advice On Binge Reading

I am a consumer. I don’t just watch one episode of a TV show; I watch all of it in a month. I don’t just read a book occasionally, I devour them by the dozen. When I open a bag of M&M, it’s finished before the day is done.

In spite of all of this enthusiasm, call it gluttony, if you must, I experienced a reading slump in 2015. I was, at the time, experiencing an episode of depression. See also: Books That Helped Me Through Depression. Depression covered my mind in a veil, surrounded my emotions with a fog, and made it difficult for me to read books, because it was hard for books to reach me.

Well on my way to recovering my mental health, I pledged on January 1st of this year to read one book every week: 52 in total. So far, I’m on track, as you can see.

In order to keep myself motivated throughout the year, I have developed a number of tactics to nurture my reading habit. Because I always hear people complain about having no time or concentration to read, I thought I’d make this wisdom available to the public.  Continue reading

The Perfect Potter Party

I turned twenty this January. Of course, twenty being the age of true maturity, I had to throw a Harry Potter-themed birthday party. In case you, at some point, reach the level of maturity where such a thing becomes an absolute necessity, here are some of the things I did to make the afternoon memorable.

Firstly, I printed Hogwarts Letters adapted to look like invitations onto parchment paper. I got the parchment and matching envelopes from Paperchase, and used this letter template. Additionally, I sealed all of the envelopes with wax and addressed them in green ink. I sent the invites through good old-fashioned snail mail. The result looked amazing.

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