No talking of writing today, other than to say it’s coming along.  I awoke today realizing that yesterday I worked on writing things all day.  First I edited, then I blogged, then I worked on buildings, then I worked on my Camp Story.  As the song says, same as it ever was.

But I have something else to chat about today.

I want to talk Time Ladies.

If you are a bit of a geek like me, you know about the upcoming Changing of the Time Guard on Doctor Who.  Matt Smith, aka He’s One More, He’s Eleven, is leaving to find gold at the end of the movie rainbow.  As has happens many times before, there is not only the search for the next actor who would be The Doctor, but a lot of betting and speculating, including who the fans would love to see take over the TARDIS.

Sure, people would like to see someone high profiled take over, but there’s this thing called “money” that prevents that from happening.  That means having to go with actors who are not going to break the budget, and you’re seeing names on the short list like Julian Rhind-Tutt, Emun Elliott, Richard Coyle, Burn Gorman, and the person who has been tipped as the favorite for the while, Rory Kinnear.

Yesterday another name popped up on the short list, and if you listen to some of the report, the name is close to, if not at the top of the short list.  And that name is Sheridan Smith.  If this were true, then for the first time the producers of the show are considering an actress for the role, and for the first time in fifty years (okay, not fifty in a row, but you know what I mean), we might have a Time Lady running her fingers over the TARDIS console whispering, “Hello, Sexy.”

Me and a few of my fangirl friends were like, “Yes, bring it!”, when the news came out.  Since the show was revived there’s been a lot of changes that couldn’t have happened during the first three decades.  And now that we know regenerating means not only getting a new body, but perhaps a new gender (blame Neil Gaiman for that one, folks), some of us are like, “Hey, isn’t it time we had a lady at the controls?”

However . . .

I’ve seen a couple of people indicate they wouldn’t like this drastic a change, that they might have a problem with gender switching, that the show doesn’t do well when it’s experimenting, that such a move would turn fans off and hurt ratings.  Now, I don’t want to stereotype, but of the people who’ve said these things to me, how many of those comments came from guys?  Strangely enough, the answer is all.  I know:  I’m shocked.

As a long-time viewer–and by that I mean I’ve seen every episode two or three times–I have to look at the show and think:  when hasn’t the show had change that could turn fans off?  I mean, lets forget for a moment the the First Doctor considered killing one of his companions with a rock, but lets look at change:

Every time there’s a regeneration, there’s change and experimentation.  After the First became the Second, and then the Third, the producers could have said, “Hey, play it like the first guy,” but they didn’t.  They went from being an old pain in the ass (which the First Doctor was), to “a Dandy and a Clown,” to quote the old pain in the ass.  Then he went all, what was the phrase?  “Teeth and Hair”, as the Third Doctor said.  Then he was some punk kid in a cricket outfit, and who thought some guy under thirty could do the role justice?

Then we go to the U-boat Captain and Doctor Emo and The Bow tie Hispster, and you get the idea:  there’s change, and with change you get something different than what came before.  The show runners are experimenting, and either the fans adapt, or they leave.  Most people who still pine for the Tenth Doctor Fjords have no idea what it was like when Tom Baker left and that new kid, Peter, took over.  I mean, what did he ever do for the show?  (Note:  that last was sarcasm.  I know what he has done.)

Companions.  Lets talk change and experimenting.  First couple of doctors had some good companions, some bad, and some who got chucked out an airlock because no one knew what to do with them.  Then the Third comes along and what do you get?  First you get the Lady Scientist, which totally raised the bar for companions.  Then you get the Doctor Who version of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl, aka Jo Grant–and why the hell she isn’t getting pulled into the Fiftieth shows I don’t know, but that’s another post.  Jo was a smart, cute, mini skirt go-go boots wearing lady, and had no problem using Beatles lyrics to describe the Doctor.  (She also posed naked with a Dalek, but that’s also another post.)

And who replaced Jo?  Why, one of those . . . Feminists!  Which was exactly what Sarah Jane was.  Don’t believe me?  Go back and check.  As popular as she became, producers found that she was scaring off the 25-45 male demographic, so when Sarah Jane said bye-bye, they replaced her with a Savage in a Loincloth and Leather Boots.  Hellloooo, Leela.

Every time there’s a new companion, there’s change, there’s experimentation.  Some good, some bad, some you kill with fire so hard their take out dinosaurs.  And some you love because they blow shit up with home made explosives.

Those were the old ways, however.  Today, we have–

Interracial couples.  Interspecies couples.  Gay couples.  Interspecies lesbian couples.  Bisexual con men (RTD’s description of Captain Jack, not mine.)  Werewolf royalty.  Human Daleks.  An episode considered the best of the revival that hardly has the Doctor in it.  Chav companions.  People of Color companions.  Annoying companions that saw death threats sent to the producers.  Horny companions.  A somewhat horny TARDIS.  Married companions.  Worst of all, you have The Doctor snogging!  Sometimes in the TARDIS!  And not only that . . . you have companions making TARDIS babies!  Does no one remember the First Rule of Doctor Who:  “No hanky panky inside the TARDIS.”  We won’t mention that the TARDIS baby ends up marrying the Doctor after making friends with her much younger parents, who she originally got to start dating, but only after we first saw her die . . .

It could be said that since 2005 the show has been . . . experimenting.  How’s it doing, you say?  Pretty good, if the fans are any indication.

If after all of that one might say that having The Doctor turn into a woman for their eleventh regeneration (or is it their eleventh?  Dun, du, duuuuuu!) could be a mistake, that it might turn fans off, that it might hurt the show because it’s a little to experimental . . . the fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but may lie somewhere inside.

The great thing about science fiction, the thing that sets it apart for most other fiction, is that it you can take chances, you can push things, you can experiment.  Look at every great science fiction story, and you’ll see where the writer took things and turned them beyond eleven, and not only said, “What if?” they considered “if” a bit too mundane, and went further.

Maybe it’s just me, though.  Maybe the idea of swapping genders isn’t that big of a deal to me–and trust me, it isn’t.  I’ve seen that in games, I’ve seen that in stories–I’ve written stories where it happens.  I could see how it could open up a whole new side to The Doctor, and not because she’d get to wear a frilly dress now and then.

I mean, there are so many ways one could take that . . .

If only I had Stephen’s number, I’d be musing him out right now.

Erotic Slave Girls of the Paranormal

Oh, yes, my morning has been an interesting one.  I finished up a call with a friend who is recording stories of the paranormal for the Halloween season.  Of course I had something happen to me: I’m a strange dude, and strangeness seems to follow me around.  And while I can discount 99% of the things that have happened around me–most of those happened early on in my life, and most followed the consumption of drink and drugs–there are a few things that have happened to me that I can’t explain away: in particularly, there were two events–the ones I just spoke on–that I can’t explain away, and that were, in some strange way, related.

When I get into it, I think my early exposure to the paranormal shaped me in a way I can’t describe.  I think it put me in a situation where I had one foot in the real world and one foot in a world that was very, very unlike ours.  And when you tie this into my interest in science fiction, it has sort of twisted me in a way that is good, but is, for a lot of people, very strange.

Some of this has shown up in my writing.  Body enchantment, conjoinment, objectification: it’s all there, and I’ve written about it for more than ten years.  Body swapping and changing: sure, why not?  BDSM and all that it entails: of course, silly.  And if you can take any of those and place them into a science fiction or horror genre, go ahead and do it.

I have written straight science fiction and/or horror.  I think it’s safe to say the novel I’m writing for NaNoWriMo is probably science fiction, but when you add in magic I’m certain someone would say I’m mashing up genres and I’m crossing over into fantasy as well.

And it goes a little deeper than that as well . . ..

Part of the plot of my new novel is that the protagonist isn’t who she appears to be–I’m not telling you why, you’ll just have to buy my novel when it’s completed–and the only way the cast of characters finds out for certain that she’s telling the truth is when they end up at the home of the main character’s best friend . . . who is also her lover . . . and who is also a vampire.  And once the protagonist’s vampire lover “tastes” her–well, now, all doors are opened.

To me it’s not a big deal, but I’m sure there are some who would read that and go, “Oh, gawd, what are you doing?  Vampiric lesbian sex?”  Yeah, right.  I’m so sorry to hurt your delicate virgin eyes, but that’s mild to me . . ..

For me, erotica is everywhere, and it’s not just leather dresses and boots and keeping someone leashed like your personal pet.  Sure, that can be part of it, but if I look hard I can find it everywhere, in the simplest things.  And for me, erotica isn’t always about sex.  It can be about the relation between people, the looks they give, maybe something they wear and how it appears . . . anything.

It’s just that your mind has to be in that area to realize there is extremely sensual things surrounding us constantly.  It’s just a matter of how you take them.

I mean, what should I make of the following dream:

I wake up next to someone, and the first thing she does is roll over and slipped a nipple into my mouth.  I begin suckling and she’s lactating, so I feed from her.  And I feel things happening to me, but nothing of a sexual nature, just–change.

When I’m done draining her she leads me from the bed and takes me to the bathroom.  I look in the mirror and discover I’m a very beautiful woman, maybe in my 30’s, though it’s hard to tell.  The woman does my hair and makeup, slips in earrings, and then takes me back into the bedroom where she dresses me in a very feminine way, but nothing overtly sexual.

We find our way into the living room, and she puts a very pretty diamond necklace around my neck and tells me I’m to stay the way I am as I long as I keep the necklace on.  I’m happy with that; in fact, I’m very happy with everything.  It seems all so normal to me that I don’t mind that I’m this petite woman who is not only agreeing to everything my friend it telling me to do, but I’m loving it.  I’m loving the feeling that I have no control over any of this.  Sure, it’s a dream, but I feel this, and it’s all very natural.

As with most dreams things aren’t linear, and it seems like the end of the day comes and we’re resting on the sofa and I ask, so how much longer do you want me to wear this necklace?  And there’s a chuckle and a smile, and I hear, “Oh, love, I glued the clasp shut when I put it on you–”

I smile and look at her, and there is a look between us and I feel the love in that look, but also the desire we both have.  I slide off the sofa, get on my knees, and begin kissing her feet before I start sucking on her toes . . ..

So, do I enjoy the idea of becoming someone’s petite little girl who wants to please?  Is there any sort of erotic feeling there that can be mined for a story?

Does one have anything to do with the other?

You tell me.