spockslash: trekbedtimestories: I’m saying it. I can’t help it. I call bullshit. I have
spockslash: trekbedtimestories: I’m saying it. I can’t help it. I call bullshit. I have no idea why I’m so pissy about the whole spockslash thing, but one more thing just hit me. THE FUCKING TAGS. Because now I’m expected to believe that the grieving kids, who stumbled upon elderly Moms expertly ran gay, NSFW tumblr blog and are yeehaw proud of Moms tumblr accomplishments are now posthumously posting her drafts. I mean. How do they know what drafts even are? Why do they care? THEY ARE TAGGING HER DRAFTS. For I don’t even know, posterity? Moms claim to kinky fame? Let’s keep her tumblr running at all costs? Mom would have wanted it that way you know… it just smacks of total weirdness, and like I told someone previously, when I die please God I hope no one stumbles upon my tumblr. Please just build a bonfire with my hard drive in the back yard and raise a glass to me. I don’t want my kids reminiscing about my tentacle kink or the saved artwork of Jim in lacy panties. Oh sweet Jesus the water sports pinto porn. Hi trekbedtimestories, Zachary here. I’m not upset, so you don’t need to be tense about what follows. You’ve raised some interesting questions, and one particularly good question. Your good question is, “Why do they care?” Understandable if you mistake this blog for a Star Trek blog. I did too, until I really looked into it. What I realized is that Star Trek and fandom is mostly just a vehicle for what my mom was up to. Which was loving the shit out of people. Her specialty, in real life as well as it turns out on this blog. You can’t see the back end of things so you didn’t see the several dozen private messages I got from people who turned to my mom for support and comfort. Now mourning her absence. The majority are young, and gay or trans. And that is something I care about very much. A lot of people have asked me not to take this blog down. And to please share what she didn’t finish. It wasn’t my original plan but it’s also not hard to be nice if it’s going to make a difference to someone. I label your other questions ‘interesting’ because I don’t honestly understand them. I guess you have not followed this blog for long, or perhaps you missed the posts where my mom talked about me and my sisters having some say over what she did and did not post. We certainly did not stumble upon this after her death. Like her years as a slash writer and her large collection of print slash, nothing about this blog was a secret or a surprise. I am not updating, nor have I even been on, her NSFW side blog. She would never have asked me to. (Although if you think my mom raving about Leonard Nimoy’s ass or an accidental glimpse of alien dick in her blog roll is going to freak me out – woo boy, you did not grow up in my household.) You must be mistaking this blog for another if you’ve seen someone’s kids “reminiscing” about her porn interests. It hasn’t happened here. Although for the record, I am extremely proud of her for running that side blog. Not bowing to the ‘old people shouldn’t…’ crap. And believe me, she got plenty of really mean hate mail for it. But like in her real life, she did not let hate sway her away from what she wanted to do. She was a pioneer whose activism in gay rights and women’s rights gave her some very hard times, far harder than she talked about here. But whose steady actions over decades helped make the world a better place. My mom was a woman who wrote gay porn. Shout it from the rooftops! Dude, seriously, just because I don’t want to read it for myself doesn’t mean I don’t consider her a goddamn hero for busting through her generation’s expectations for who and what she should be. I do agree with you that her blog, her presence on social media, was very weird. Trust me it was the least of her weirdness. But people being endlessly kind on anonymous social media is such a weird thing that for some, it seems suspect. I can’t argue with that. But beyond that I’m not going to engage with you on whether my mom was a fraud. What’s the point? Here’s what’s going to happen with this blog. I’m not going to keep working on it past putting up her remaining writing, as some have asked me to do. I’m really not a Star Trek fan. I work with social media in my job and don’t want to do it in my free time. But I am going to post the things she was working on, as a bunch of really nice people have asked me to. And I’m going to tag them (why wouldn’t I? Another question I don’t get). As my entire family discussed and planned in the weeks leading up to my mom’s death, I’m going to lend my support to a website that archives her fiction, both Star Trek and other. And links the two newspaper articles that were written about her since she got on tumblr. Yes, for posterity. Seems there are a lot of people who are interested in early Star Trek and early slash, and I think it’s cool my mom was part of all that. Last can I just offer some unasked for advice? If you don’t want your kids to know about your tumblr blog or that you liked porn, get rid of it now. Don’t wait. Because seriously, unless you are an IT professional I promise your kids know a shit ton more about computers than you do. And since every one of us could die at any time without warning, or like my mom you could die very quickly, you have no guarantee that you can hide your tumblr or your tentacle porn or whatever it is you are worried about your kids knowing about. I don’t know anything about you, trekbedtimestories, but look, no hard feelings here. If you want to unfollow this blog, no hard feelings then either. The internet’s a weird place. But I’m all for keeping it a place where we’re as nice to each other as we’d be if we were speaking face to face. Best wishes, trekbedtimestories, and everyone, Z -- source link
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