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petraI'm working on identity porn for tomorrow because the Virginwan Weekend over on tumblr has it as a prompt, and y'all could've knocked me over with a feather when I saw it listed. A fest for deflowering my blorbo, and it has my word? OMG!
Even though what I meant back when I arguably made the word up (c. August, 2005 | Fanlore) and what the AO3 tag means do not tend to coincide.
My version is "A and B know each other extremely well. They have complicated identities -- maybe secret, but not secret from each other. They kink on acting out a subset of their identities for each other."
I am writing My Kind of Identity Porn on the occasion of Anakin's knighting.
"I couldn't very well proposition you before tonight, Knight Skywalker," Obi-WAn says, keeping his voice light despite the tension in his body.
Anakin freezes for a long moment before he bursts into laughter. "Good one, Master. You almost had me for a second there."
Obi-Wan has less than an instant to decide whether to laugh it off too and take Anakin's mirthful response as the loving rejection it so patently is, or whether he needs, for his own pride, to push the issue.
He opens his mind to the Force, as he so often does in moments of indecision, and he is aware of the crackling presence of Anakin in front of him, magnesium-flare bright as ever. But the crackling, sparking energy is less angular than usual, and he is reaching for Obi-Wan in the Force, again, again, pulling back before he makes contact.
Obi-Wan has seen and felt this before, though not in a long while. He has mostly become inured to Anakin through a decade's daily contact. At the start of that contact, Anakin's Force presence reached out for him regularly, unconsciously, until he learned to control it. The yearning has come back when he's been ill, or in the terrible times when he was injured.
Anakin's Force presence brushes against him, raising the hairs on Obi-Wan's neck, or he expands his awareness so that he knows how much Anakin there really is in the room.
Either way, his decision is made. "I wasn't joking."
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Want more? I would love to share the rest with you! It's currently under construction, so drop me a comment or PM with your email and I'll invite you to the Ellipsus doc.
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Tagging this put Patricia O'Callaghan's cover of Leonard Cohen's "I'm Your Man" in my head, so here, have Charmax's awesome femslash vid to it.
Even though what I meant back when I arguably made the word up (c. August, 2005 | Fanlore) and what the AO3 tag means do not tend to coincide.
My version is "A and B know each other extremely well. They have complicated identities -- maybe secret, but not secret from each other. They kink on acting out a subset of their identities for each other."
I am writing My Kind of Identity Porn on the occasion of Anakin's knighting.
"I couldn't very well proposition you before tonight, Knight Skywalker," Obi-WAn says, keeping his voice light despite the tension in his body.
Anakin freezes for a long moment before he bursts into laughter. "Good one, Master. You almost had me for a second there."
Obi-Wan has less than an instant to decide whether to laugh it off too and take Anakin's mirthful response as the loving rejection it so patently is, or whether he needs, for his own pride, to push the issue.
He opens his mind to the Force, as he so often does in moments of indecision, and he is aware of the crackling presence of Anakin in front of him, magnesium-flare bright as ever. But the crackling, sparking energy is less angular than usual, and he is reaching for Obi-Wan in the Force, again, again, pulling back before he makes contact.
Obi-Wan has seen and felt this before, though not in a long while. He has mostly become inured to Anakin through a decade's daily contact. At the start of that contact, Anakin's Force presence reached out for him regularly, unconsciously, until he learned to control it. The yearning has come back when he's been ill, or in the terrible times when he was injured.
Anakin's Force presence brushes against him, raising the hairs on Obi-Wan's neck, or he expands his awareness so that he knows how much Anakin there really is in the room.
Either way, his decision is made. "I wasn't joking."
*****
Want more? I would love to share the rest with you! It's currently under construction, so drop me a comment or PM with your email and I'll invite you to the Ellipsus doc.
*
Tagging this put Patricia O'Callaghan's cover of Leonard Cohen's "I'm Your Man" in my head, so here, have Charmax's awesome femslash vid to it.
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Date: 2026-03-08 01:19 am (UTC)Mi madre trabajó para los dos campañas de Obama; conoció muy brevemente a Tío Joe.
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Date: 2026-03-08 02:49 am (UTC)...en la parte del suroeste que historicamente era parte de Méjico.
Y mi padre decidió que "los mexicanos" eran "invadiendo" los EEUU. (No tuvimos esta conversación en español.)
Yo: (no lo que dije a él pero lo que necesité decir) ... uh no, gringo, tú te mudaste a lo que ERA MÉJICO. ¿Quién invadió a quién?
Pues. No es una bendiga sin problemas, tener padres quien miran las noticias.
(Mis padres se separaron cuando yo tenía tres o cuatro años. Buena elección, Mamá.)
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Date: 2026-03-08 03:08 am (UTC)Mi padre y mi madrastra -- ehh. No he visitado a ellos en muchos, muchos años, y no han visitado a mi tampoco. Es mejor que visitar a ellos cada fin de semana, que hice cuando era niña y vivieron cerca a mi madre. Mandé un chiste no político a mi padre hace -- uno? dos? años -- y me mandé, "¡El chiste REAL es Chicago, Nueva York, y Los Ángeles!"
Yo, en silencio: Oké, Petra, intentaste a conectar, y no tuviste éxito. Él no intenta. No vale la pena.
Si mi padre está contento con Trump, sea la primera vez en su vida que ha sido contento.
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Date: 2026-03-08 02:28 pm (UTC)É triste como a política pode transformar as pessoas e afastar elas. Felicidades para a sua mãe, e para seu pai oxalá que um dia ele mude. Água mole em pedra dura tanto bate até que fura.
Quanto ao chiste acho que não entendi. Meu espanhol parece não estar tão bem nos últimos meses. Ou eu que não estou entendendo tão bem. Mas whatever...
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Date: 2026-03-08 12:16 am (UTC)Disfruto de estas historias, pero no con la misma parte de mi id que la pornografía de identidad como mi definición.
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Date: 2026-03-08 12:18 am (UTC)Quanto ao Anagnorisis, estou favoritando para ler depois em minúcias. Adoro aprender algo. Obrigada por compartilhar essa info
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Date: 2026-03-08 12:33 am (UTC)Steve no sabe/Steve descubre es otro argumento, cuando el lector sabe y el personaje no sabe.
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