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Well, I just finished my horrible two-page rape scene. I suppose it's not really a rape scene because it's not consummated. It's still pretty ugly regardless - I've never written one where the victim is fourteen. Oddly enough I've found that the song I've been listening to on repeat while writing this scene - which I actually rewrote once to place it in Andromache's perspective instead of Jason Peleus's, and thus I don't even say his name in these two pages, even though I make it clear from the previous scene that it's him, because Andromache doesn't know who it is - is "Behind Blue Eyes". I feel like both Jason Peleus and Andromache can relate to it, especially in the aftermath. It's odd.

no one knows what it's like to be hated, to be fated to telling only lies
but my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
my love is vengeance that's never free

no one knows what it's like to feel these feelings like I do, and I blame you
no one bites back as hard on their anger
none of my pain will or can show through
but my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
my love is vengeance that's never free

no one knows what it's like to be mistreated, to be defeated behind blue eyes
no one knows how to say that they're sorry, and don't worry, I'm not telling lies
but my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
my love is vengeance that's never free

Interesting, ne? I like it when I find songs that I can split into both the victim and the perpetrator's perspective, it always makes me feel like I'm really supposed to be writing this, and it also makes me feel like I've written both sides well, without making yucky stereotypes, or worse, no explanation or feeling at all, usually from the perpetrator. The other song I've found that matches this is "Limp" by Fiona Apple - it goes with A Good Man is Hard to Find's domestic abuse motif. It's slightly amazing.

N:
you wanna make me sick, you wanna lick my wounds, don't you baby
you want the badge of honor when you save my hide
but you're the one in the way of the day of doom, baby
if you need my shame to reclaim your pride

when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
no matter what I try, you beat me with your bitter lies
so call me crazy, hold me down, make me cry, get off now baby
it won't be long till you'll be lying limp in your own hands

R:
you feed the beast I have within me
you wave the red flag, baby, you make it run, run, run
standing on the sidelines waving and grinning
you fondle my trigger then you blame my gun

when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
no matter what I try, you beat me with your bitter lies
so call me crazy, hold me down, make me cry, get off now baby
it won't be long till you'll be lying limp in your own hands

I know this kind of thing is very character-specific. It only works with "Limp" because Rod and Nike have a history of him saving her whenever she's in danger, to the point that she no longer knows how to save herself, and how well he protects her is what he's decided to use to measure his success in life, so it seems that he's starting to want to keep her passive and helpless, so that he still has a means for validation (first verse). Meanwhile, he takes out the rage he feels for the world on her, blaming her for being too good for him, as he sees it, blaming her for not wanting to have sex but constantly needing someone to hold her hand, blaming her for pissing him off, for telling him what to do, because if he blames anyone else, like the people actually at fault, he'll get fired (second verse). And both of them actually feel helpless, weak, out of control, completely miserable, and hateful (chorus).

My point is... writing rape scenes is very difficult and should be dealt with very, very carefully and deliberately. It usually takes me a couple days and/or at least six hours. And I've written a lot of them. In Musings of a Young World, there are two in book 1, two in book 2 (and the one at the end is really, really bad), one in book 3 (but it's male-on-male, zing), one real one, eight or nine dream ones, and lots of undertones and references in book 4, none in book 5 or 6 (amazing, I know - although 6 has a lot of rape threats), and five in book 7, as well as lots of graphic torture. They are, however, all near-rapes. They also almost all happen to the same person. You may think that's excessive, but I have a reason for it. It's only revealed in the end, because all through the series Rod and Nike are trying to figure out why it keeps happening, why she (and thus they) can't escape it. It turns out it's because she's an avatar of the goddess Durga/Parvati, and demons want to ravish her because she's so beautiful (more in a metaphysical sense than a physical sense), so they possess whatever willing body they can get to do it. I took that from many thorough readings of the Durga myth in Hinduism - she's created by the gods to destroy the buffalo-demon Mahishasura, and when Mahishasura hears about her beauty he demands that she be "dragged to him by the hair" if she won't come willingly. Of course, he never gets it, because Durga means Unattainable, and she's the most powerful being in the universe and kills all the demons, including Mahishasura. In book 7, when Nike's being tortured in prison, she gets pushed to the breaking point and Durga takes over and her body temporarily comes out of a coma, grows eight extra arms with eight extra weapons, flies back to Libya, and kills all of her captors.

That was a bit of a tangent. Just defending my decisions, that's all.

The point is, I've written a lot of rape scenes, and I like to think I am very deliberate about them. I like to think I'm not being gratuitous. I've never written what romance novels like to call "forced seduction" - the only time that the hero forces the heroine into anything, it's clearly marital rape and she does not decide midway through that "she can't fight the feelings he was forcing out of her". I mean, maybe you can write "forced seduction" without the book being trash, but I think it's hard.

Key 1: Research. This romance writer Judith McNaught excused her rape scene that some readers never forgave her for with this:

"I naively and erroneously assumed that we were all writing harmless fantasy and that it would automatically be perceived as such by readers. I had absolutely no idea back then that rape was an all-too-common occurrence in real life. I never imagined that there might be women who would read my book and be made to cringe with the real memory of real rape."

OK, that, to me, is utter bullshit. I'm not saying this isn't really what happened with her story (although I feel it's unlikely that she did not know rape happened, because that's sort of a logical gap right there) - I'm saying it's pathetic that she didn't know rape occurred in real life, and that it might be bad to write a hero who rapes the heroine, begs forgiveness, and then they fall in love. Where did she grow up? Did she have parents? Friends? Did she leave the house? I suppose McNaught also justifies it with the equally erroneous belief that if the woman orgasms during rape, that means it's not rape. Research can safely lead you to avoid mistakes like these, and many more!

Key 2: Perspective. Whose? Stick to one perspective, as usual, throughout the scene unless you know the characters inside out and really want it to be a mutual experience. The Rod/Nike scene in book 4, for instance, was a dual perspective, because they're my two central characters and would continue to be. It's probably easiest to write from the victim's perspective. However, a rape scene does not necessarily have to be from the victim's perspective. Let's all admit that one of the reasons we're addicted to Law & Order SVU is because the detectives spend a lot of time listening to the perpetrators' stories, listening for the real reason they committed sexual violence, because therein lies the motive, and thus the confession/conviction, and that's a morbid curiosity for a lot of us - what are they thinking? However, if you choose to write from the perpetrator's perspective, be very careful about not just going off the deep end with evilness. Unless you're actually writing an evil, bad-to-the-bone, spawn of Satan character, you can't get away with that. A grand majority of men aren't devilishly evil, after all, and a wide spectrum of men do commit rapes. Which leads me to my third point...

Key 3: Motivation. Of both the perpetrator and the victim. You're probably wondering what motivation the victim could possibly have - after all, she (or he) is the powerless, choiceless one.  But there are motivations involved - why does the victim respond in that particular way - by screaming, fighting back, crying, being paralyzed, etc.?  They won't all respond the same way.  Nike generally gives the same response - putting up a maximum fight - but not when it's Rod.  With him, she cowers and pleads and in the end she just gives up.  For the perpetrator, I'll give you a little hint: Power, Anger, or Sadistic?  Those are the three (main) kinds of rapes.  In shorthand, power rapists want to dominate the victim, but not hurt them.  Anger rapists want to hurt them, just to get the will to kill something out of their veins, and it's not about sex as much as with the others.  Sadistic rapists want to hurt them, because pain turns them on.  If the victim cries, a power rapist will either tell them to stop or block it out, anger rapists will hit them, and sadistic rapists will just enjoy it.  This is of course all generalization, but it's really important to figure out which one of these your perp is.  If you need help, I've found it's always useful to listen to music - the lyrics, that is. Chances are songs in your playlist don't have titles like "This is Why I Rape". But unless you only listen to John Mayer, or emocore, chances are there will be songs in there that sort of hint at similar feelings expressed by your perpetrator. Sometimes they're hidden under titles you wouldn't suspect - for example, Nirvana's "Polly" is much better than "Rape Me" - so you just have to go through your library. However, I swear it helps. It doesn't even have to be a male singer, or about sex.  See "Limp" above.  The songs I use a lot are:

* "Tear You Apart" - She Wants Revenge.  "I want to hold you close, skin pressed against me tight, lie still, close your eyes girl, so lovely, it feels so right/ I want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear: I wanna fucking tear you apart"

* "Stinkfist" - Tool.  "Just not enough, I need more, nothing seems to satisfy/ I said, I don't want it, I just need it to breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive/ finger deep within the borderline, show me that you love me and that we belong together (this may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to)/ relax, turn around, and take my hand"

* "Closer" - Nine Inch Nails.  "You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you, you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you/ help me, I broke apart my insides/ help me, I've got no soul to sell/ help me, the only thing that works for me - help me get away from myself/ I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside, I wanna fuck you like an animal, my whole existence is flawed/ you get me closer to God/ you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings/ you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything"

* "Pet" - A Perfect Circle.  "Pay no mind what other voices say, they don't care about you like I do/ safe from pain, and truth, and choice, and other poison devils/ see they don't give a fuck about you like I do/ just stay with me, safe and ignorant, go back to sleep"

* "Polly" - Nirvana.  "Polly wants a cracker, thinks I should get off her first/ I think she wants some water to put out the blowtorch/ Polly wants a cracker, maybe she would like more food/ asked me to untie her/ a chase would be nice for a few"

* "Break Stuff" - Limp Bizkit.  "It's all about the he said she said bullshit/ I think you'd better quit it, let shit slip, or you'll be leaving with a fat lip/ I feel like shit, my suggestion is to keep your distance, cuz right now I'm dangerous/ we've all felt like shit and been treated like shit/ all those motherfuckers, they wanna step up/ I hope you know I'm like a chainsaw, I'll skin your ass raw/ and if my day keeps going this way I just might break your fucking face tonight/ give me something to break"

If you end up accidentally sympathizing with the perpetrator because the music is so good, don't worry - that's a good thing.  Try to keep that sympathy in mind when you write, so you're not writing a one-sided rape thriller (will the virginal heroine escape the evil lecher?), so you keep writing about real people.  Even if you never write from the perpetrator's perspective, you'll still be writing his actions, and those actions are vastly different depending on his motivation, as are his words, the way he does it, etc., and most importantly perhaps, if he's not going to disappear from the story after this scene, what he does next. 

Jason Peleus, for example, is a mix of a power and anger rapist.  He wants to claim something, to exert control over it, and to not lose it, because he feels that he's lost everything recently - his father, his rightful position at the head of the Centurion, and now his family heirloom pocket watch.  Andromache is thus completely objectified in his eyes, and he doesn't care if he hits her or hurts her.  There is no guilt that follows, only a desire to make sure that he really does stake a claim in her, just because he has an investment in her and doesn't want to lose something, again.  Rod is, in his one instance of committing sexual assault, a power rapist: he also wants to exert control over something, but whereas Jason Peleus doesn't know Andromache, he has made Nike a target in his mind, a symbol of perfection and beauty, and he doesn't actually want to hurt her - he doesn't want to bring her down so much as raise himself up - and he loves her and actually does value her feelings, so there's no end to the stream of guilt that follows.  John Smith is a sadistic rapist.  He's a rapist for hire and he gets off on pain, even more than power or sensation, which is why when Nike escapes him the first time he develops an elaborate revenge plot that will put both her and Rod through the most suffering he can imagine. 

(Oh, and: I'm not including more specific instructions for the victim's emotion because it seems easier to write, but make sure to read the Language section)

Key 4: Language. This is the worst part, and by worst I mean hardest. It's a judgment call. You must, must, must have the scene flow, language-wise, with the rest of your story. No dramatic tone changes. Don't get weepy if you write like Tom Clancy, don't get graphic if you write like Nicholas Sparks. And watch out for sensuality. It doesn't belong if you're writing from most standard victim perspectives, and if you're writing from the perpetrator perspective, I would advise you not start writing like you're trying to jerk off the reader.  And although this is really up to the writer, I would suggest the following corollaries: a) try to have both emotion/thought and action, b) don't use words that you otherwise wouldn't use in the story, c) don't go overboard with listing off implications and consequences, even if you're writing from the victim's perspective - don't just start saying, "and everyone would be so angry and her father might kill himself" - I suggest finding other ways to stress the gravity of the situation, d) try not to use the same words over and over, and e) don't go overboard with cliche words.  I know it's hard to avoid, especially if you're uncomfortable writing it - all you want to use is "sob" and "invade" and "force" and "brutal".  But then you're not too far from making it a Lifetime movie.  I know, I know, you want to make sure everybody knows it's a painful, terrible experience.  But I would really urge you not to wax too poetic with the soft tear-felt words.  I've always believed it's better in rape scenes to err on the side of graphic than weepy.  Rape is violent.  It's not like breaking up with a boyfriend.  There's something inherently garrish and grotesque about it, and I am of the personal opinion that it's more of an insult to tuck the savagery of it in the shadows than to put it out in the open where the reader can be horrified.  Having said that, don't go so far as to make it The Clockwork Orange and glorify the rape.  Don't go on and on about the victim's beautiful, voluptuous body.  Most of all, don't make it comedic.  The only person who can get away with that is Joseph Heller, and him just barely.  Just barely.  Cormac McCarthy wrote a great scene in... what was it, The Crossing?  The narrators come across these two horsemen standing above a little girl, and they're just talking - there's no action at all, because it's implied the action is already done.  But you remember it because one of the horsemen says, "If they're old enough to bleed," as justification.  Yeah, it's unpleasant and may make you cringe, but it's supposed to.  Does the phrase "took advantage of her" make you cringe?  Probably not.  And you should write it in a way that makes your reader feel the horror, really feel it. 

I can't quote it directly, but there was an episode of SVU that sort of shows what I mean.  This guy's been murdered, and the girl who found him has just made the claim that he earlier raped her.  She says, "I take so many showers over and over and I never feel clean..." and sobs into Detective Stabler's shoulder after talking about how "he used to come into my room".  Detective Benson asks what position the body was in, and she stammers and says she doesn't know, then starts crying again.  Benson doesn't believe her rape story because it's so full of tropes, and doesn't think it's possible for her to not remember what position the body was in - "that's not the kind of thing you forget".  It turns out, indeed, that they had consensual sex, and she got mad that he wasn't taking her on a trip to Thailand or something and flipped out and killed him.  The point?  Avoid cliched language.  Put in the unpleasant stuff, because that's what actually sinks in.

Key 5: Plotting.  The nitty-gritty stuff.  You may be tempted to bypass most of this completely, but I don't personally think it's a good idea.  Writing without detail is generally a bad idea, and although you can stick to the realm of metaphor - like calling a penis a "seal man" - only do this if the rest of your novel is written similarly.  Where?  How?  What?  This all depends on the circumstances and the personality/mindset of the perpetrator.  Don't be all S&M with handcuffs and whips, ever, unless the rapist is a sadistic rapist, this is extremely pre-meditated, and the perpetrator has experience.  If your heroine escapes, make sure to leave her an avenue of escape or make her rescue realistic.  Don't stress this point too much, though, because I don't think anybody who doesn't have personal experience can really write about it with complete realism.  For the rest of us, unfortunately I would advise seeking out books or movies with realistic rape scenes.  Movies are usually safer, just so you avoid ripping off another author because you have no idea how to write the scene and the temptation is just to copy someone else's, because that distances the writing from yourself.  But there aren't a lot of movies that do a good job of this - and you can usually tell when it's realistic, even if you have no personal experience.  That means no Lifetime, no Beverly Hills 90210.  Yes to Law & Order, SVU, and Criminal Intent - those shows are very realistic, unapologetic, no-holds-barred, and there's a reason they have the parental discretion warning at the beginning.  However, here's a list of the most realistic rape scenes in movies - and consider this the "don't say I didn't warn you".  Don't watch these movies for entertainment or relaxation, consider it part of your research.  Yes, I know you don't want to see something like this - but if you want to write a rape scene in a reputable book, I really think you need to.  I would add Irreversible to this list, but I haven't seen it.  I would, though.  There's a 9-minute rape scene that makes most people walk out of the theater and is supposedly extremely gruesome.  It might cause an ulcer, but I bet it would help the realism and emotion of a rape scene. 

* Bastard Out of Carolina
* House of Spirits
* Crash (2004)
* Visitor Q
* Hero (not House of Flying Daggers)
* Casualties of War
* The Messenger: The Story of Joan of Arc
* Brasilia 18%
* Oldboy

That's all for now, folks.  I leave you with a closing quote on the matter about director Sam Peckinpah's movies, which are often derided as having too much graphic sex and violence.  I don't necessarily agree with everything Peckinpah believes about men and women, but I think this reviewer's statement about his beliefs is astute and accurately captures why I have so many rape scenes, and why I'll defend their right to be in my stories till Gabriel blows his trumpets.  "Women are raped, Peckinpah asserts, because they can be. Their violation is a weapon in the masculine struggle. An essential point: Peckinpah’s men also violate each other. They simply use bullets to do so. This does not minimize the terrors of sexual violence. The horrendous nature of the act is the root of its effectiveness as a weapon. The profundity of the damage it causes is the source of its importance to the catastrophic struggle. Men, asserts Peckinpah, do not hold back from rape because nothing holds them back. The nihilism of masculine interaction has no boundaries. Everything is permitted. For Peckinpah to have excised rape from his world would have given masculinity a nobility of which it is undeserving. It would have demarcated borders where none exist. It would have turned his tragedies into lies."
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I daresay my most heartfelt writing when I was in middle school was the stuff I never showed anybody. Not the X-Files-inspired first book of Musings of a Young World. Not the short-lived series Tarren Country. And certainly not the short stories written for class assignments about girls who had to save endangered tigers or survive in Kalimantan (Borneo, for you Westerners).

Nope, it was the stuff I hid in my yellow Engrish-riddled notebook: my tortured, tortuous love-hate relationship with my first love, DBZ, and in particular the hero of the series, Son Goku, who I randomly decided on the way to P.E. one day in sixth grade I thought was "cute". That was it. I just had to say that, and suddenly, my whole life was decided. Every single hero I ever created, no matter how terrifically unlike Goku they were, was Goku in my mind's eye. Rod Harding - atheist, womanizer, Public Enemy #1, politician. Darius Nathanael - murderous, drunk, incompetent, religious zealot. Yup. They were both played by Goku. In essence, everything I have written has been fanfiction, except I changed the names. A lot of fanfiction nowadays, after all, takes place in Alternate Universes, with Out Of Character protagonists. That's what Musings of a Young World was. DBZ AU OOC. But GxCC.

Because somewhere along the lines I diverged from the path of many a fangirl - I decided that I did not hate Chi-Chi, and I did not want to replace her. I have thought of several possible explanations: my low self-esteem didn't consider myself worthy; I related to Chi-Chi; I respected Toriyama's creative decisions; I like the idea of stable family homes, perhaps after just losing mine, following my father's death. I wanted a father figure.

It was a bad choice on my part. The first male figure I found after my father died, albeit a two-dimensional fictional one, wasn't exactly a pillar of stability. At best, his role as guardian of the world meant he always had to go off to fight, or die. At worst, he was neglectful, irresponsible, uncaring, and guilty of abandonment.

Oddly, all this actually reinforced my budding feminism. It's the one value that's been instilled by every member of my mother's family - girl power! I definitely listened to the Spice Girls instead of the Backstreet Boys. My friends and I weren't interested in boyfriends in elementary school even though my best friend and I were in love with the same boy - it was not a competition, because it was very innocent and meaningless. More importantly we sang songs like, "and he's just a boy, and he's stupid as himself" (we didn't really know the lyrics to No Doubt's "Just a Girl", so we made them up). When I moved to the U.S., I was given books like 33 Things Every Girl Should Know (a great book, by the way), Woman Warrior, Letters to a Young Feminist, subscriptions to New Moon, American Girl catalogs, and later, Ophelia Speaks, the response to Reviving Ophelia. It was clear that I was supposed to be a feminist.

And then I became obsessed with a show that absolutely reeks testosterone, to the point that it's funny. At first I saw no problem. As far as I was concerned, DBZ was a family-friendly show where good guys fought bad guys, and my favorite good guy also had a wife and kid.

It was the internet that disillusioned me, and the older fans with too much time on their hands who posted on forums and wrote web sites and spoilers that disillusioned me. I started finding out things I didn't want to know - namely, other people's opinions, and the future of the series. By this time I was already getting angsty about this new male role model always dying and leaving his family, always training, and the night I found out that the sequel to DBZ, DBGT, ended with him going off forever with the Eternal Dragon and never coming back, leaving his wife to prepare a welcome home banquet he would never eat, I couldn't sleep. I couldn't believe it ended that way - I couldn't believe it dared do that to me. Yes, it had become personal. It was like the world insisted on fucking me over. I know this is an irrational thought now, but at the time, a year after my father died, I saw no other explanation.

It also became evident that this show was, as I put it in one of my 12-year-old rants, "so bad for girl power". All the female characters were either portrayed as bitches or whores - and of course, the whores are preferred. All the jokes were indecent and at the expense of the few women. It was right after this mass sexual assault/harassment scandal in Central Park, and I was suddenly alarmed that I had fallen into the trap of a bunch of perverted men. I did not yet realize, obviously, that all anime save Miyazaki's by in large is written by and for perverted men. I felt like an idiot. And I felt other things too - like if I was to be myself, I would be considered an annoying shrew, a nag: a harpy. I was always going to be the ugly duckling, compared to some perfect Mary Sue, the "girl all the bad guys want" - I'd always be the one whose husband would rather be dead than alive with me. In other words, I was always going to be Chi-Chi.

Interestingly, I never blamed her, I blamed him. I could have gone the opposite direction, and I could have decided, like one of my Mormon friends did, that women are ungrateful shrews that need to be tamed, that they're weak and pathetic. Nope. If my feminism learned anything from DBZ, it's that women are constantly getting fucked over. It wasn't just me. It was my mother. It was rape victims. It was Joan of Arc. Ever since I came to this epiphany, I have always liked the women that are considered bitches by everyone else, especially men. Sailor Mars. Ellen Ripley (of "Alien"). Abbie Carmichael (Law & Order). Asuka Langley Soryu, for fuck's sake. Never the damsels in distress. Never the perfect, beautiful ones. Nope. The imperfect, unstable, angry bitches, because that was me, and I felt any woman who didn't think like I do was blind, or enjoying being the center of attention. Now I attribute it to my own personality, but hey, this is where it came from. I listened to Garbage. I hated "Taming of the Shrew", and as I recall, I was quite loud about it.

Still, I also hated "Much Ado About Nothing", because the sweet couple of the beginning of the play doesn't really get back together - one pretends she's dead and then pretends she's someone else and marries the guy anyway, but... that's not exactly perfect love, is it? Unfaithful husbands were the bane of my academic life, and they were everywhere, most notably in The Odyssey. Oh, damn. How I hated The Odyssey. Of course I made intellectual excuses for it then, but I knew why - because I was bitter, because I was convinced that this was what Goku always did to Chi-Chi - and by token, what my father did to my mother, what my husband would do to me, etc., etc., and forever more.

All this disillusionment led me to abandon the series completely for the rest of middle school and high school. My heart still quickened when I saw DBZ t-shirts and movies, but it was in fear - in fear of not only the show, but of myself falling back in love with it, as if it was an abusive husband. I believe this was also around the time, in mid-high school, that I started telling people how I would die - I would be pushed down the stairs by my abusive husband. I was quite sure of it at the time, because I couldn't quite kick the DBZ habit. If I could, I wouldn't keep picturing them when I wrote about Rod and Nike's increasingly convoluted trials and tribulations that shouldn't have reminded me of DBZ at all, right? Yet I continued, because I was still trying to fix the gaping wound that show's plotline and character development left on my soul, pardon the emo poeticism.

It wasn't until I was old enough to have some semblances of an actual stand-alone personality that I could get back into it safely and watch an episode without wanting to die of shame. It was in my senior year. I don't know what came first, but two things won me over: a fight scene, which reminded me how great the combat of the show was; and watching the final anime filler episodes of DB, which were strictly GCC (I later bought this on DVD, that's how much I care). I still felt the need to belittle the show, and I did. I started listening to Garbage compulsively again (their first album this time, but for me it was the second, because I bought it second), and I no longer felt like I was a GCC. I liked the fight scenes. I liked the early story line. But I still laughed at the characters, scorned their machismo, wanted to kill them all, even Goku, yes, all those lumberjack fighters could die.

By now I was writing the seventh book of Musings of a Young World, now to be titled Grace Under Pressure but originally titled The Peace Chronicles, which features the most feminist scene I've ever written - my main character, Nike (played by Chi-Chi, of course) transforms into an all-powerful avatar of the goddess Durga after withstanding political imprisonment and torture for writing "dangerous articles", and kills every one of her tormentors in very gruesome ways. It was a high to write and it's still a high to read - my mother will attest to how awesome it is, to get through the earlier chapter, which is very painful, and get payback like that.

So when I returned to DBZ, sporadically, and only on weekends when I could stay up late and indulge in the manga when no one else was awake to the hum of Adult Swim, I experienced it critically. I became obsessed with associating it with the song "I Will" by Radiohead. I couldn't decide if it was the worst thing ever written or the best - just like I couldn't reconcile the adrenaline rush it gave me to read the battle scenes and my instincts as a pacifist (and feminist). But I started thinking about it again. With rock songs in my head I would think about it as I walked my high school halls, thinking about how stupid the rest of the world was, how fucking great DBZ really was - except for all the things that sucked about it, of course. I didn't take offense when SomethingAwful made fun of it, because I could tell that they were closet fans too. To this day, no better quote about DBZ have I been able to find than this:

"I'd like to think I've got a pretty huge willingness to suspend disbelief. Hell, I watched Dragonball Z for years and enjoyed the fuck out of it. But somehow this just asked too much of me." - Ben "Greasnin'" Platt, a SomethingAwful writer

I had found my own way to love it again, though it remained a secret. Until I got to college and met Kim. She got it out of me. At first I was reluctant to divulge exactly how complicated my history with DBZ was - "just something I used to watch", and all, but the more I realized I could actually talk about it with Kim, who liked Gundam Wing, the more it came out, like waterworks. I discovered Fanfiction, and realized, to my great surprise and joy, that there were other people who supported the Goku - Chi-Chi pairing. And I fell into it, full force. Except this time I was a little wiser. It still continued to upset me. Other fans, more than anything else, continued to upset me. But this time I had found an outlet: Ilium.

Ilium was conceived out of my rage toward those people who thought DBZ was just a stupid cartoon show, a kids' show. After my years of toil and turmoil with it, I was wholely convinced it was not, and I couldn't believe they would say that a show where people regularly die or sacrifice themselves and planets get exploded is for kids. So I created Ilium. Yes, Ilium Agonistes is fanfiction. But I discovered that it also allowed me to vent all my frustrations about the show. I was going to write it the way I always saw it. I was going to fuck over all the fans I didn't like, and I was going to focus as much on my favorite couple as I damn well wanted, like I knew they deserved, although I am starting to give less and less of a fuck if other people "support" the pairing or not. Yes, Chi-Chi's bitchy, and yes, Goku's a bit of a moron. So what? It's not like I've ever cared about being popular or well-liked. Which means I'm very bad at creating Mary Sues and Gary Stus. I seem to have a propensity for latching onto characters that the masses dislike. Yes, I love Rod and Nike, but other characters don't, and sometimes I hate Rod, I really do - just like Nike, I haven't quite forgiven him for his actions in A Good Man is Hard to Find. I made Isabel Mordecai, the heroine of Rubeus Via, the "harpy" - it was what her enemies called her, but Darius called her "feisty". I made it my own, in other words. I think it's all I can do. As Fanfiction writers have to announce as a disclaimer, I don't own DBZ.

A Musical Evolution (songs I've associated with DBZ over the years):

1999: "Defeat You" - Smashmouth. Lindsey and I had pretend fights to this song. I started listening to it around the Freeza Saga, and I was beyond convinced (and remained convinced) that it is about that battle. I don't care what Smashmouth says. Just read the lyrics: "Born as a human with a kung fu spine/ equipped with a detector of what's on your mind/ you jive, you shuck, you bob, you weave/ and when you're down you've got something up your sleeve" plus my favorite "You cry when you're wounded and you laugh when they bleed". What a great DBZ anthem. How fucking pathetic that no one on YouTube has made an AMV to it. *tsk tsk* I actually bought this song for that reason.

1999/2000: "Drops of Jupiter" - Train. I got more sentimental here - I was growing more attached to it, but I have reasons for including this song. Sometimes I was talking to Goku, scolding him for always being gone: "and tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded? That heaven is overrated?" and sometimes I was reprimanding myself for loving this show so much, for loving a hero who fucking abandons his family to learn new fighting techniques so much: "tell me, did you fall for a shooting star, one without a permanent scar?"

2000: "Special" - Garbage. This was my official I-am-over-DBZ song. It was completely and utterly directed to Goku, and it was rageful: "I'm living without you, but I know all about you... I used to adore you/ I couldn't control you/ There was nothing I wouldn't do/ to keep myself around and close to you/ do you have an opinion, a mind of your own?/ I thought you were special, I thought you should know/ But I've run out of patience/ I couldn't care less". I don't think I've ever hated him more than I hated him at this point.

2001: "Virgin State of Mind" - K's Choice. Don't ask me why, but for some reason this song has always reminded me of Chi-Chi. Eventually it became Nike's theme song too (and probably even more appropriately so, Andromache). What can I say, I listen to the Buffy the Vampire Slayer soundtrack and see all kinds of correlations.  "Now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be/ dig it up and throw it at me/ where can I run to?  Where can I hide?/ Who can I turn to?  Now I'm in a virgin state of mind/ got a knife to disengage the voids that I can't bear/ to cut out words that I've got written on my chair/ like, "do you think I'm sexy?"  Do you think I care?/  Can I burn the mazes I grow?  I don't think so"

2001: "Foolish Games" - Jewel. Not angry so much as just bitter and sad and disappointed, this song reflects it. it's still directed at Goku, but this one is more from Chi-Chi's perspective than Nadia's. "I always felt I was outside looking in on you/ You were always the mysterious one, with dark eyes and careless hair/ you were fashionably sensitive but too cool to care/ You stood in my doorway with nothing to say except some comment on the weather/ Well in case you failed to notice, in case you failed to see, this is my heart bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees... well excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for someone else, somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself". Interestingly, I always associated this song with Darius and Isabel as well.

2002: "Take A Bow" - Madonna. This is the polite-but-chilly stage of the relationship. I wasn't as sad, because I was trying to detach and stay detached. It's hard, as Madonna shows, but I was the queen of hiding my emotional attachments at this age. This song has been used as a GCC fanfic, btw. "Say your lies, but do you feel them? Do you mean what you say when there's no one around? Watching you, watching me... one lonely star/ Lonely star, you don't know who you are/ I've always been in love with you, I guess you've always known it's true/ You took my love for granted, why, oh why, this show is over, say goodbye/ Make them laugh, it comes so easy/ when you get to the part where you're breaking my heart/ I'm behind your smile, all the world loves a clown/ All the world is a stage, and everyone has their part, but how was I to know which way the story'd go, how was I to know you'd break my heart?" Ooh, did you get that last line? It's the best.

2002: "You'll See" - Madonna. The sequel to "Take A Bow", more resolute and strong: "You think that I can't live without your love, you'll see/ You think I can't go on another day/ You think I have nothing without you by my side/ You'll see, somehow, some way/... You think that you've destroyed my faith in love/ You think after all you've done, I'll never find my way back home/ You'll see, somehow, some day... all by myself, I don't need anyone at all/ I know I'll survive, I know I'll stay alive/ All on my own, I don't need anyone this time/ It will be mine, no one can take it from me/ You think that you are strong, but you are weak/ It takes more strength to cry, admit defeat/ I have truth on my side, you only have deceit/ you'll see, somehow, some day..." And this is how I felt about this relationship for a long time.

2003: "The Outsider" - A Perfect Circle. I heard this song and thought immediately, albeit reluctantly, of DBZ, and in particular, Vegeta. But, you'll note, it is a decidedly different aspect of DBZ I had not thought of for a long time - the battles. It was probably the first time I gave serious contemplation to the emotion of battle scenes. At least it let me focus on something other than G/CC. "Disconnect and self-destruct, one bullet at a time/ What's your rush now, everyone has their day to die/ Medicated drama queen, picture perfect numb belligerence/ Narcissistic drama queen, craving fame in all its decadence". You'll notice the more sharply critical tones, yes, the dare I say "haughtiness"?

2004: "My Immortal" - Evanescence. I heard this song and thought of Chi-Chi, and I would cry on the short drive to school. It's probably been used for a Cell saga song fic: "If you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave, cuz your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone/... There's just too much that time cannot erase/ You used to captivate me by your resonating light, now I'm bound by the life you left behind/... I tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone/ but though you're still with me/ I've been alone all along!" I suggested to my Mormon friend that maybe it was about a woman whose lover had left her or died while she was pregnant. She seemed to think this was a possibility. I think that line about "bound by the life you left behind" makes it pretty clear. I still get weepy when I listen to this song, only because I think of Goku and Chi-Chi.

2004: "Getting Away With Murder" - Papa Roach. This is when I started thinking it was okay to like DBZ, and I didn't have to get all sad and emotionally involved, because I would just focus on its strengths - the fighting! This stage was fun... while it lasted. Unfortunately if you get sucked too deep into fandom you can't just not get emotionally involved. Oh well, I tried. The summer of 2004 I bought graphic novels at Barnes & Noble and had to tell myself not to read them in the car before I even got in the house. "Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness/ I need to calculate what creates my own madness/ I'm addicted to your punishment/ and you're the master, and I am awaiting this disaster/ I'm feeling rational, so confrontational/ to tell the truth, I am getting away with murder".

2004: "I Will" - Radiohead. Too many literature and social science classes makes Nadia a critical girl. The more I deeply analyzed my comics (and I mean deeply... I would take ten minutes to read every page, especially the ones published by Viz, because they have bigger pictures...), the more I realized some disturbing themes. The most heartbreaking panel that I own is from #12, Viz's magazine-style edition (not Shonen Jump's graphic novels), page 24. Yeah, this is so a kid's story. Anyway, on p. 24, an extremely badly injured Goku is trying to tell his young son Gohan, who's also injured though not as severely, to keep fighting. Gohan, in the midst of his first battle after having a a childhood that, shall we say, was "cosseted", says, "I can't... it hurts too much..." and Goku snaps back, "What are you... a coward?! Gonna let all those people... die for nothing?!" Which got me thinking, damn, what is this story teaching children? Add into this the facts that I was starting to find out about my father - that he was a political critic who backed down in the interest of protecting my mother and me, and now I wanted to go into Political Science, taking after him, revenging the world on his behalf for killing him - and this scene gave me serious psychological shudders. When I re-listened to "I Will" after dwelling thoughtfully on this scene, the song had a whole new resonance: "I will lay me down/ in a bunker underground/ I won't let this happen to my children... I will rise up/ little babies' eyes..." I wrote a stream-of-consciousness piece about this. First semester, senior year of high school. It's quite interesting.  It also gives you a good idea of just how fucked up my head is.  Oddly enough, I think I showed this to my AP Lang teacher, Cognard, and I think she thought it was great.  Truth stranger than fiction.

 


2004:  "Not My Idea"/"Vow" - Garbage.  Garbage never failed to see me through these feminism vs. testosterone episodes of frantic doubt.  In retrospect, when I was mentally torturing myself over this conundrum of the progressive young woman who watches DBZ was one of the most mentally fun and active times in my life.  You also see what kind of progressive young woman I would become: the angry, violent, snarky kind.  I had fantasies about Durga killing all the villains (and heroes) of DBZ.  Which explains the above post somewhat.  Too mean?  Eh.  I believe in tough love.  "You thought that I would never see/ what was meant for you was meant for me/ I was distracted at the time, forget about yours, now what about mine?" / "I can't use what I can't abuse/ and I can't stop when it comes to you/... I came to cut you up, I came to knock you down/ I came around to tear your little world apart... break your soul apart". 

2004/2005:  "Made of Glass" - Trapt.  I know Trapt isn't exactly critically acclaimed, but they made for really great comic book musical accompaniment.  "Am I still breathing?  Have I lost that feeling?  Am I made of glass, cuz you see right through me".  Yes, my dear Z-fighters, I do see right through you, I'd think.  I belittled them to the point of making them little figurines in terraniums.  But at least now I was in control.  Ah, this brings back fond memories of reading in bed by the light of my nightlight that I otherwise never use, occasionally looking up to see the new shit that is being passed off as anime these days...

2005:  "What's Happenin'?" - Ying Yang Twins.  Oh my god.  I discovered all on my own that DBZ goes with rap!  Plus it's not half as depressing as tragic ballads or angsty alternative-rock-metal.  I can't really post appropriate lyrics to this song... I mean... it's rap, it has nothing to do with the lyrics... but here, I'll post the chorus: "Boom, it's on, bitch niggas gonna rock ya room/ BOOM, bitch what's happenin'?" and I've often joked that Vegeta should really say the line "Bitch, what's happenin'?" at least once in his life.  Kim agrees with me, don't you Kim?  This is me at the pinnacle of "emotionally uninvolved".

2006:  "Starfighter Pilot" - Snow Patrol.  This is probably the only song on this list that acknowledges my role as an outsider in this whole debacle.  It's a light-hearted song, but unfortunately, it's once again directed at Goku... and that means I'm getting emotionally attached again (fuck it all): "Andrew's a starfighter pilot/ I cradle his picture at night/ Andrew's a starfighter pilot/ I watch him on TV each day/ I've got all his specials on tape". 

2006:  "Vermilion" - SlipKnot.  I started planning Ilium and at the same time found an amazing AMV by this Finnish girl named Chichicken, now taken off YouTube because FUNimation is anything but FUN.  Anyway, it was a mindblowing AMV that reassured me that I was not alone in thinking there was a deeper meaning to DBZ, and I wasn't crazy for writing Ilium.  This song is now the soundtrack to Ilium, as we know, and it's all thanks to Chichicken.  If you're out there, girl, you should be President of Finland.  "She seems dressed in all the rings of past fatalities/ so fragile, yet so devious... oh, she's the only one that makes me sad!"  It was called "the darkness inside saiyans".  I have searched the internet for it, but it's gone.  Rest in Peace.  P.S.:  Oops, we're depressed again.

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