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Pon Farr and Other Ways to Get Away With Non-Consensuality (because we love Vulcans)

October 28, 2008

I just got back from being forced to go on a trip to another City. A Capitol, in fact. And now I’m sick as hell from traipsing around in the rain, suffering from the stupidest urban planning I have ever encountered. Fucking roads. Anybody remember the staircases at Hogwarts? That’s what those fucking roads were like. Even people who live there admit it.

But on to the subject of the post.

I love old school Star Trek. More specifically, I love Spock. I have had a crush on Spock for longer than I’ve had a crush on Aragorn.

I love Vulcans.

I love Pon farr.

Now every Star Trek episode I’ve ever seen that involved Pon farr (and I made sure to see all of them, hoping this time some one would finally get it on), the writers/producers managed to shimmy out of any sexual moral ambiguity by somehow letting another circumstance assuage a feral, predatory, lethal mating drive.

Like, “Oh, Spock and Jim had a really intense fight, and now Spock is suddenly over his mind-consuming lust that only a few minutes before left him incapable of speech.”

Or, “Oh, shit, are you in Pon farr? You guys really don’t like to talk about that, huh. Well here, why don’t you have sex with… this hologram of your wife?

To which I respond:

“Oh my God! Janeway! Just fuck Tuvok! Fuck him! You have to do it to save his life, he’s like your best friend! His wife is Vulcan too. She will understand the imminent logic of it. You are a bad captain.”

But let us examine the deeper, geekier possibilities of Pon farr and the plak tow.

Vulcans. Man-Vulcans. So logical. So slappably implacable. Getting bitch-slapped every seven years by their own hormones to the point where they must fuck or die or kill.

Awesome.

All those Vulcan dudes resisting their “primitive urges” to the point of agony and going completely feral is so deliciously masochistic. And as they resist you get to watch them being in mind-consuming pain. And it’s the perfect fantasy antidote to the moral quandry of non-consensuality.

“I must inform you, ensign, that these events were both culturally insensitive, and under Federation Law, could probably be interpreted as rape. Not that I can feel bitterness.”

“Look, dude, you were gonna die, and it’s gonna take two of us to pilot this jerry-rigged shuttle out of the floating consciousness of this dead civilization. So like, shut up.”

Now, this is obviously a stererotypical trope (“I mean, what was I supposed to do, leave this incidentally attractive person to suffer with their insane compulsion to have wild sex?“). I have a particular attachment to the Pon farr scenario, cuz I mean, Spock.

Off the top of my head I’m trying to think of other stories I’ve actually enjoyed that use this trope (I’m sure that secretly there are many). I just finished a fantastic series by Octavia E. Butler where one of the characters revitalized himself after overextended his telekinesis by having sex. Then there’s the Warlord Prince rut phenomenon in Anne Bishop‘s Black Jewels universe (then again she didn’t actually introduce it until after the original trilogy [even though it makes a lot of sense] and she’s never done it well). Basically all their aggression goes into overdrive and they rapemaimkill (at the same time) until they go sane again. In Lynn Abbey‘s novel Jerlayne, the only way for Alaudin to bring Jerlayne back after the rise of the siren is to call her back along their telepathic link by having sex with her when she’s unconscious. He feels like shit about it, because he’s a nice guy like that. Also in Jerlayne, sometimes the only way for the shapers to keep a patient present enough to heal him is to get him horny.

In Octavia E. Butler’s completely amazing awesome bitchin’ trilogy Lilith’s Brood, there are constantly conversations that go like this: “Oh, while I was fixing your cancer did you enjoy the neuro-chemical-brain-sex that you weren’t sure you wanted but it felt so good? And now you’re contemplating running away because you just had neuro-chemical-brain-sex with a tentacled alien? Well, um, you’re pregnant now.”

“Don’t worry. Your children will be able to see with their hair.

I would do it.

In a heartbeat.

I’ll even mention some femsub porn I was desperate enough to read (and could only get off on by reversing the sexes/genders), in which the culturally superior, two-cocked aliens’ slaves are genetically programmed to need sex like eating, sleeping, and breathing.

I can’t think of any others off the top of my head, but there are millions of examples. Like anything else it can be done horribly, or amazingly. Star Trek gets points for coming up with the concept, then gets those points taken away for never fulfilling its potential.

But let’s be honest. Molesting Spock? Really hot.

7 Comments leave one →
  1. October 29, 2008 10:34 am

    You are my favorite person IN THE UNIVERSE tonight. Eileen‘s too, she says.

  2. ranat permalink
    October 30, 2008 1:42 am

    Yaaaaaaay! Let’s go kidnap Leonard Nimoy.

  3. November 19, 2008 12:17 pm

    Ohmigod. I almost forgot. Have you seen this fan video of Spock and Kirk? You must, you simply must.

  4. ranat permalink
    November 20, 2008 2:18 am

    Ahahaha! *cackles* That one was pretty good. I never bought Kirk and Spock getting it on, until I saw the episode Shore Leave. Watch the opening scene. That is the most homoerotic shit I have ever seen in my life.

    Oh my God, I just read that in Patterns of Force there’s whipping and trampling. *goes to drool*

    *returns*

    It’s one of the more poorly written episodes, but seeing Spock’s shoulders covered in green welts just made my day.

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