vidding randomness
Oct. 24th, 2004 01:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lierdumoaSo, like, I love sleep. I have it in my interests, even. Apparently my body doesn't agree. I probably have too much adrenaline going from being in vid-farr. I woke up at 9:30 this morning. I couldn't have slept for more than five hours. WTF?
Spent last night wasting time reading vid meta. Started pondering why I vid. Why I produce anything in fandom, for that matter. I think there are basically two reasons people produce. Either they do it purely for fun, or they do it because they want something and no one else will provide it for them. In the latter case, there can still be fun involved, but generally it's not the driving force. The more serious people are, the more the latter case applies.
Personally, I write what I want to read. I vid what I want to watch. What I want is basically the same in both cases: a good, hard fuck. Give me porn and I am a happy. A mindfuck? Even better. Turn my world on it's axis and you will be worshipped. Fondle the logic centers of my brain I'll probably put out for you by way of feedback.
I think that's something that often sets me apart from other QaF fans and set Superman apart from most QaF vids. It seems to me like for most fans, B/J is their shiny happy relationship. I'm a Brian/Justin shipper not because of their pure and perfect love -- franky, I believe their love is neither. I a shipper because they're messed up and they screw each other over repeatedly and they're overdramatic bitches and yet, despite all that, theirloveissodurable. Their relationship defies convention and common sense. I made Pretty When You Cry for vaguely similar reasons. Beecher/Keller. A relationship that beautifully fucked up just had to be vidded.
Which brings us to the current vid I am working on. It's a fairly straightforward slash vid. No great mindbendy logic thing going on there. So where's the good, hard fuck, you ask? Two words: car porn. See, unlike QaF or Oz this fandom has no nudity or gay smut to speak of. This time, it's all about the sexual metaphor. I'd like to think that the two male leads don't need to make out on screen because they shag vicariously through their brightly painted, souped-up penis extensions.
I had more to say, but I'm all disorganized in my head, so I'll stop here.
Spent last night wasting time reading vid meta. Started pondering why I vid. Why I produce anything in fandom, for that matter. I think there are basically two reasons people produce. Either they do it purely for fun, or they do it because they want something and no one else will provide it for them. In the latter case, there can still be fun involved, but generally it's not the driving force. The more serious people are, the more the latter case applies.
Personally, I write what I want to read. I vid what I want to watch. What I want is basically the same in both cases: a good, hard fuck. Give me porn and I am a happy. A mindfuck? Even better. Turn my world on it's axis and you will be worshipped. Fondle the logic centers of my brain I'll probably put out for you by way of feedback.
I think that's something that often sets me apart from other QaF fans and set Superman apart from most QaF vids. It seems to me like for most fans, B/J is their shiny happy relationship. I'm a Brian/Justin shipper not because of their pure and perfect love -- franky, I believe their love is neither. I a shipper because they're messed up and they screw each other over repeatedly and they're overdramatic bitches and yet, despite all that, theirloveissodurable. Their relationship defies convention and common sense. I made Pretty When You Cry for vaguely similar reasons. Beecher/Keller. A relationship that beautifully fucked up just had to be vidded.
Which brings us to the current vid I am working on. It's a fairly straightforward slash vid. No great mindbendy logic thing going on there. So where's the good, hard fuck, you ask? Two words: car porn. See, unlike QaF or Oz this fandom has no nudity or gay smut to speak of. This time, it's all about the sexual metaphor. I'd like to think that the two male leads don't need to make out on screen because they shag vicariously through their brightly painted, souped-up penis extensions.
I had more to say, but I'm all disorganized in my head, so I'll stop here.
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