#1. So I was talking about the 10,000 buck challenge for online writing and said I may or may not enter, given that my writing is about the abuse of little girls.
#2. Next I read a Slashdot post about the battle in the courts for the Child Protection Act, which is basically just the CDA III (Communications Decency Act) repackaged with the old mantra of ‘Think of the children!’. It makes it illegal to knowingly place obscene material where children can access it, IE, ‘The Internet’. Senators are actually claiming that services like Adult Check will be sufficent to prevent kiddies from seeing breasts, when AC just checks to see if you own a credit card and if you do, enjoy the pr0n. The concept of hiding my work behind an Adult Check lockout to avoid being locked up sickens me.
#3. I also read about how a popular webcomic I enjoyed reading had to be shut down and re-opened under a new name and a ‘new’ artist, for reasons which imply that the strip (which featured nudity, sex, necrophilia and tons of other wacky gooness) treaded on his real life and got him in hot water. I won’t cite the names out of respect to the guy. It’s getting easier to find out one’s ‘dirty little secrets’ on the web; how soon until your prospective employer types your name in Google, finds out you like leather and small dogs and refuses to hire you (without saying why and without being provable in court of law why)?
#4. I also know that I’ve made Sailor Nothing a lot tamer than I had originally envisoned. Heck, Himei isn’t even insane and has only been battered a little over the course of the story, and I tiptoe around anything unpleasant under the standard Hitchcockian excuse. Was I doing this to avoid persecution, or because it was what the story called for?
These four things worry me greatly.
I wrote a lemon, people. I had to move it to another server to avoid my parents easily finding it by FTP. But they could easily find it through my home page. …and it wasn’t even as hardcore as I planned! I backed down on the full-tilt 80’s style raunchy humor I wanted. There were only three sex scenes and they were either jokes or totally obfuscated. I just couldn’t bring myself to make it as explicit as I wanted for fear of backlash.
If I ever want to do something genuinely objectionable with the water back, am I going to have to do what the webcomic guy did and use another name to avoid being stomped into the dirt by people who refuse to understand? Will I get thrown in prison for creating art because I’m corrupting youth? “Think of the children!” Am I going to be branded some kind of twisted sex offender, either by the courts or by Concerned Mothers, and be blacklisted for life? How far should I bend over so I can take it up the rear and censor my own work out of this fear, or should I damn the torpedoes and write wild despite the risks?
Well, now I’m just rambling. Pardon. But there’s genuine worry somewhere in that mess. Maybe not for what I’m doing right now, but for the ideology behind it all.