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06 May 2006 @ 11:50 pm
Slashy Awards 142: Let Us Wear Theirs and They Our Clothes, and What Is the Difference?  
My other choice for the title today was "Dress You up in My Love." Aren't we all glad I went with the slightly higher-brow option? Well. I mean. I've probably already used the other one, anyway.

Today: clothes. And not just any clothes, but clothes that are, from a cultural standpoint, inappropriate. So I guess my other alternate title could've been "Crossdressing for Fun, Profit, and the American Way." Really, every second I get prouder of myself for going with the one I did. (And slightly less proud of myself for telling you about the others, but, well, confession is good for the soul. And also for writing an introduction when you have absolutely nothing to say about attire-related fan fiction that you haven't said half a dozen times already. I like the clothing, people. Especially in fan fiction, where the clothing often comes off.)

You Know, I Used to Wonder if Bats Were Born Crazy or Had the Crazy Thrust upon Them. This Story Answers That Question. A Form of Confession, by Derry, aka derryderrydown, and Propaganda, aka notpoetry (Sorry, Prop!). D.C. Universe, Tim Drake/Bruce Wayne.

I have a stunning weakness for stories that show that Bruce has gone well beyond cracked, into an internally-induced, highly-controlled psychosis, and oh how this one does that. Here we have Tim playing a part, and Bruce living his part, and it just shows - well, what it takes to be the founder, patriarch, and lunatic-in-chief of the Batfamily. And guess what? Batfamily values are really fucking scary. "We knew this," you cry. "All that rubber and angst is a dead giveaway!" Well, yes. But did you know how much?

This is how Bats go crazy, people. I mean, okay, here we have Tim in a costume that just happens to be a dress, but that's not insanity-inducing, especially not for someone who voluntarily elected to live a life of spandex. (Side note: canonically, Tim looks incredible in drag. He makes a gorgeous girl, and there are the comic book pages to prove it somewhere over on scans_daily.) But Bruce - Bruce is way beyond a mere costume, and he pulls off a mindfuck of Gaslight proportions, here. It's just a wee bit crazy-making, of course, but I'm sure Batman will think it's educational for Robin. (And I switched names deliberately, there, because there's no chance Bruce even understands what he did here.) Just proves what I've always said: the iron core of any Bat, what really gets the grappling hook swinging, is his (or her!) insanity, fucked-up childhood, and Daddy issues. And those that aren't born with one or all of the above will surely acquire them after a few short years with Bruce. That man has so much crazy to give.

Sometimes Quoting Airplane! Can Be an Act of Unparalleled Courage. No, Really. I Was Surprised, Too, but This Is the Story That Proves It. Second Skin, by Toft, aka toft_froggy. Stargate: Atlantis, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard.

This is a crossdressing story for people who don't like crossdressing, because it's really about how John wears a lot of costumes, but not the one he actually most wants to. One of the things that fascinates me about Sheppard is that he always does seem to be playing a part, wearing clothes that don't quite fit him, and, okay, that's probably something the actor - how can I put this kindly? - unintentionally brings to the role (No insult intended, people - god knows I cherish the Sheppard!), but it's endlessly interesting. Brilliant, even, when combined with the total lack of background they've given John. (For future reference, canon SG writers? That is a red flag to the bull of fannish writing. The only way to increase fiction output more would've been to have them kiss - in an entirely manly, heterosexual way, of course - right there on the screen.)

That makes for fantastic fan fiction - I mean, we can pick away Sheppard's ill-fitting outer layer and make all kinds of guesses about what's underneath. And this is one of the best stories I've ever read for that. Yeah, Sheppard's crossdressing here, but what really grips me is how totally that underscores how he always seems to be crossdressing. So part of the thrill of this story for me - oh, who am I kidding? The biggest thrill, because I am just that much of a dork for happiness - is the ending. It's just so good to see John growing into himself, into his skin. And if a skirt is what it takes for him to do that, Jesus, I'll buy him a fucking closetful. And so, as it turns out, will Rodney. (And that is just part of why I love Rodney.)

The Story That Taught Me That Happiness Is a Pair of Girl Pants. (And Totally Made Me Forgive the Color Pink for All That Hideous Lana Lang Trauma.) My New Pants, by Punk, aka runpunkrun. Scrubs, J.D./Dr. Cox.

Okay. There is a tragic dearth of Scrubs fan fiction. Seriously, what is wrong with the kids of today that they aren't writing scads of Scrubs stories? It makes me want to weep. Anyway, my point is - I've became so desperate for Scrubs FF that I'm actually watching the canon. That's tragedy, people: driven from the warm and welcoming arms of FF into a sleazy relationship with a canon that is still on the air and could thus turn on me at any minute, much like Dr. Cox's ex-wife, and then where would I be? Pity me. And then write some Scrubs FF, damn it.

But. My recent exposure to the canon (BECAUSE OF THE TRAGIC! DEARTH! OF SCRUBS FF, let me just remind you) allows me to say, with great authority, that this story basically is canon: absolutely indistinguishable from the real thing, except that it's written rather than acted. (Well, and also, no one sings even once. For Scrubs, which hasn't, as far as I know, had a musical episode only because pretty much every episode is, that's weird.) It's all here. And it's so beautiful. Ted and Todd and Dr. Cox may not be thrilled with J.D.'s new pants, but oh my god how I am. They are, in short, what the well-dressed fan fiction is wearing.

The Story That Makes Me Think, "My True Love Hath My Dog Tags and I Have His," Which Makes My Soppy Little Heart Weep for Joy. Engraved, by Sori, aka sori1773. Stargate: SG-1, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill.

And here we have a very dangerous kind of crossdressing - I mean, okay, it's not technically a gender-type crossdressing at all. It's more of an exchange thingy. But when it comes to wearing, uh, what Jack is wearing - seriously, he'd be taking less of a risk by wearing Daniel's underwear. Or Sam's, even. But, hey, isn't that what love is all about? (Taking risks, I mean. Not wearing other people's underwear. In most cases.)

And, actually, that - and let me just repeat: risks risks risks! Ignore the underwear remark! - is what I truly love about this story. When you're in love, it's normal to want to wear something that says right out loud, "Hey, I'm in love! (So it's a good time to hit me up for a loan.)" Even if that's, like, a t-shirt reading "My girlfriend can lick your girlfriend" or whatever. (Yes, I have dated some solid class in my time, people. Just be grateful I didn't share the story about the guy who gave me a ring I watched him find in the trash - shoved it onto my finger, actually - and then asked me to marry him. For future reference? Love is better if it doesn't require disinfecting.) And, um. Getting back to the story - see, lots of the guys we slash - even if they do happen, in this one area, to be normal, they can't do that. No rings, no ceremonies, no gift registries. (Except in certain sugary stories that I, being above all that, really don't read. Nope, never. Nuh-uh.) So, for me, this is a story about how people make their own, you know, meaningful statements. Well. That and the hot sex. Do not underestimate the importance of the hot sex.
 
 
 
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tried to eat the safe banana: Batvinethefourthvine on May 7th, 2006 08:30 am (UTC)
Ooo. I read those, but a long, long time ago (well, in fan years, anyway), and I had totally forgotten about them until now. Thank you for reminding me.

(And can I just say how much I love that the first story starts out with Tim already a girl? Because the DCU means never having to explain the crack; I mean, you really can't get crackier than the canon itself.)
Admission to the Burning Ruins — 10¢: Odilon Redon - Eyeballs Ablazelaughingacademy on May 7th, 2006 02:11 am (UTC)
Just be grateful I didn't share the story about the guy who gave me a ring I atched him find in the trash - shoved it onto my finger, actually - and then asked me to marry him.

*gapes*

Dear lord.

Also, I now have the chorus of “Dress You Up in My Love” on a loop in my head, so thanks for that.
tried to eat the safe banana: Musicthefourthvine on May 7th, 2006 08:34 am (UTC)
Yeah. Really not kidding about the fine quality of persons I dated in my youth. "What was I thinking?" pretty much perfectly sums up The Life of TFV, aged 12 - 17.

*looks back in - well, unbridled nausea, in many cases*

Also, I now have the chorus of “Dress You Up in My Love” on a loop in my head, so thanks for that.

*hums along in an irritating fashion, occasionally bursting into the kind of singing people do when they don't really know all the words*
Babies ate my dingo.derryderrydown on May 7th, 2006 03:55 am (UTC)
I always beam madly when you rec one of my stories. *g*

A Form of Confession was actually co-written with Prop, notpoetry, so could you possibly amend it? Thanks!
captain heteroknowledgeable: up up and awaynotpoetry on May 7th, 2006 08:05 am (UTC)
Gracias! *beams* And that's one of my favorite stories we've written together -- so freakin' twisted, but omg porn.

/shallow!
tried to eat the safe banana: Batvinethefourthvine on May 7th, 2006 08:27 am (UTC)
so freakin' twisted, but omg porn.

Very true. Actually, come to think of it, that pretty much sums up everything I love about the DCU. (Twisted, tortured souls in spandex!)

And, um, sorry for leaving you off there. Fixed now!
captain heteroknowledgeablenotpoetry on May 7th, 2006 10:25 am (UTC)
No worries, thanks for fixing it! *g*
tried to eat the safe banana: Batman in the spotlightthefourthvine on May 7th, 2006 08:25 am (UTC)
[shamefaced]Um, whoops. But it's fixed now. Thanks for telling me![/shame]
Petra: Why am I a double-D?petronelle on May 7th, 2006 05:27 am (UTC)
In case anyone's wondering, the piece of canon where Tim crossdresses is here, and a charming young lady he is.

My favorite DC crossdressing canon is still this series of daily comics from 1946, in which Batman really has no choice but to force Robin to dress up as Marie Antoinette, even though Robin would rather be the Little Red Riding Hood to his Big Bad Wolf.
tried to eat the safe banana: Batvinethefourthvine on May 7th, 2006 08:47 am (UTC)
Ooo, thank you for the link. (Especially since I wanted to show those pages to Best Beloved, who did not believe that Tim had canonically crossdressed for justice.)

The Dick Greyson bout of crossdressing, though, is just...very, very disturbing. I love how it's the first thing that comes to Batman's mind. Because of course if you need a date the first thing that occurs to you is to dress up your teenaged ward as Marie Antoinette. I'd've done the same.

I think anyone would, really.
Hugh Likes Carrots: bodyswap (by daughtershade)theodosia on May 7th, 2006 08:48 am (UTC)
Scrubs really did have a musical episode, maybe two years ago? The guy who plays The Janitor turns out to be a really good singer, BTW.
sooo many copper pots: Think in musicthecomfychair on May 7th, 2006 11:10 am (UTC)
Everytime I read a good Scrubs fic, it's like a double-edged sword, because then I want to read lots more. And then I remember--there are no more. and then I am sad. a tragic dearth, indeed.
vito_excalibur on May 7th, 2006 11:23 am (UTC)
The DC link 404s me! Why?
Babies ate my dingo.derryderrydown on May 7th, 2006 05:42 pm (UTC)
Probably because my website was down for five minutes or so while I uploaded the new design.
Iphiginia Saberhagen: Stuffed Moose from MMWDfanofall on May 7th, 2006 01:39 pm (UTC)
Every time you post, I do a little dance in my chair. :-D
toft: rodneyprimetoft_froggy on May 7th, 2006 03:17 pm (UTC)
I'm so hugely, hugely happy to be recced by you. And, like, I got my own little mini-title and review and everything! Wow. So cool.
cranberryink: sga: cutiecranberryink on May 7th, 2006 10:26 pm (UTC)
I just read your fic off of this list. I don't normally read crossdressing fic, but as TFV assured us it was a crossdressing story for people who don't like crossdressing I gave it a whirl. And lo, I really enjoyed it! John Sheppard is so perfectly fucked up. :)
Baudrillard: like Bob Ross, in a way: dancing v by iconeriedas_kabinett on May 8th, 2006 06:41 am (UTC)
Oh, lord, the dogtag story is incredible. They are really good, but that one was filled with heartbursting sweetness.

(And your recs are always great; I've been browsing for a long time, but I figured I'd comment and let you know my appreciation!)
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cardaliacardalia on May 15th, 2006 01:26 pm (UTC)
Hi there TFV! I've been enjoying your recs for a while now. I finally got around to opening an LJ account so I friended you and decided to rise from lurkerdom. ;)

I loved "Second Skin" and I'm eyeing your description of "A Form of Confession" with this horrified fascination. I mean internally-induced, highly-controlled psychosis, eep! But then again, you started me on reading Fast and the Furious fanfic so maybe eventually I'll just fold.

And talking about dating losers - this one guy informed me at the end of our first (and last) date that he couldn't stand gay people and guys who wouldn't serve in the military. I really had nothing to say to him after that little bombshell!
some nouns and the occasional propositionainsley on May 26th, 2007 03:12 am (UTC)
Second Skin has moved--I tracked it down here: http://uk.geocities.com/yangtzu62/secondskin.htm
tried to eat the safe banana: I sleep with computers.thefourthvine on May 26th, 2007 03:20 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you. I'm trying to figure out if I should update with that link, which Toft said was temporary; I'm sort of hoping that her real site will find a new home, but at the same time, it would be nice to have links that work.

*ponders*
some nouns and the occasional propositionainsley on May 26th, 2007 03:25 am (UTC)
Oh, but! Even if you don't update the post, because of the temp thing, anyone who wants to tell you it's broken will see this, so it'll work as a temporary fix.

I take it you survived the hotel?
tried to eat the safe banana: I sleep with computers.thefourthvine on May 26th, 2007 03:28 am (UTC)
I went ahead and fixed it. I figured, it's like four clicks - I'm so busy and important that I can't take that amount of time? No. And I want to encourage people to give me corrected links, plus I want the few people who use my back recs to be able to, so. It all made sense, seconds after I clicked Post Comment. (Kind of like you know what you want as soon as you flip a coin.)

I take it you survived the hotel?

Well, so far I've survived, but we're still in the hotel. We may be stuck here FOREVER. Or at least it feels that way right now. Wah.
some nouns and the occasional propositionainsley on May 26th, 2007 03:37 am (UTC)
Making sense is good, though it's something with which I have very little experience.

I hope my random comments on old posts are at least providing momentary distraction, for you if not the dogs. Give them a good scratch on the head from me for being good (I'm inferring from survival they have been).