Grimlock ♥ Ultra Magnus

It's telling that a lot of women were like, 'yay, no one can tell we're reading porn on e-readers!'   I say this as someone who other people have tried to shame for my reading material, whether it be my super-gory, descriptive horror, to comics, to, well, porn.   

As a woman, I've gotten horrified looks over the horror.   I've gotten that it's not lady like, that it's disgusting, and I've even gotten 'well, I wouldn't want to be around you when you snap because of what you read.'   (Unlikely to happen, as I've had to explain multiple times.   Gore, rape, whatever, I'm all over it in fiction.  I cannot stand it in real life, and this means that I have a very distinct line between fantasy and reality.   People who snap and go all horror-movie on you?   They tend not to have that distinction.)   But there is a certain amount of shame, or shaming, to even the last statement.   And guess what?   I still tell people I love the goriest of them.  I  loved Human Centipede, and Human Centipede 2, a movie that the full theater - mostly guys - were getting all pale-faced over.   I'm not ashamed of what I like, or how I use horror to explore the facet of human nature that is violent and cruel and ugly because I can't stand it in real life.   It's my playground, and my way of understanding why people do horrible things, and it works for me.   Making me seem horrible for trying to understand this?   It doesn't work, and it can be rather sexist.   (Many people have trouble with me liking action-y things, or horror-y things because I am a woman.)

Comics.   I've been told their vapid, I've been treated like I can't really 'get' the hardcore 'guy' comics, and I've been told I shouldn't indulge because the creators have a responsibility to create more realistic women and not perpetuate the so-skinny-I-have-no-room-for-organs body type of women.   Sighs.   I like action based comics, like Transformers and X-Men.  I like the fighting, more so than the ones that are heavier.  I prefer novels when I have to think, and while a lot of comics can be thought-provoking, I prefer them with at least some action and fight scenes.   Maybe I need a break from some of the heavier reading sometimes, and that's okay.   They're not all vapid, I can get the action-y, guy comics, thanks, and no, the illustrators have a responsibility to make the comics sell.   Good art+sexy tends to do that.    I know those women don't have a natural body type, and I know a lot have squished together organs.  I don't try to emulate them because I'm comfortable in my own skin.   Maybe if we focused on women trying to be comfortable in their own skin, they wouldn't have to try to shame women out of a fantasy that we enjoy.    (I do happen to enjoy the eye-candy the comics provide, and don't expect anyone to live up to them.   It's a fucking fantasy.)

Porn.   You know what?   I'm *liking* monster erotica.   I just do.   I have a thing for robots, dinosaurs, and apparently alien-rape.   But you know what?   All this shit - rape and beastiality - makes me want to vomit in real life.   Ew.   (It's perfectly normal for me to love robots that are insanely larger than I am.   It is.   Seriously.   And it might disturb people that my most normal abnormal fantasy is my Transformer fetish, but I don't care.) It's my turn-on, my fantasy, and quite frankly, trying to shame me for being open and honest about my *fantasies* says more about them than it does about me.    Because, honestly, I don't see a lot of outcry about men's sexual fantasies.   Even when they're vocal about them.   Nope, it's the women who are being shut down, and shamed for their dirty, dirty thoughts.  

Quite frankly, fuck that shit.   I love what I love, and I lust after what I lust after it.   So long as I'm not actually hurting anyone, why is this such a horrible thing?   Why is it something you think I'll be ashamed about?   It's not.   And I'm not.   I'm gonna go read some Dynobot comics, and that, my friends, is the best porn out there for me.   I'll probably get a little gushy over them, in fact, and I'm okay with that.  I'm comfortable enough with myself, and my own fantasies, that I'm willing to announce it to the world.