TITLE: "Once You've Had Mecha..."
AUTHOR: "Matrix Refugee"
RATING: PG-13
ARCHIVE: Yes (I'll be adding the other chapters here as soon as I finish with "The Eyes Have It"
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please, please
SUMMARY: More ramblings and ravings over Eros in Silicon
DISCLAIMER: Alas, I don't own Joe's license, which belongs to Steve and Stan, et al. Darn.
NOTES: This was an entry from my dream diary, but I elaborated on it. Will I ever quit? Not until I let go of the green-eyed beauty.
I get obsessive with some things. "It's just what I do." As of this writing, I have watched "A.I." ten times, and I'm planning on my eleventh viewing sometime soon. This is nothing, really. I know of one person online who has seen it twenty times. So I'm only halfway behind them. Thank God for DVDs, so I won't be tying up my parent's VCR; that's why I opted for a DVD player on my computer when I bought it. I've also had a mild problem with the soundtrack CD getting "stuck" in the CD player.
More than just that one time, Joe has capered through the landscape of my dreams. Once, it seemed I followed him along the streets of Rouge City, he eluding me playfully, I pursuing him in earnest through the neon-lit jungle. He vanished into the crowds of Orgas and Mechas, passersby and freaks, only to reappear alone on a street corner, posed so the light fell on him. But when I approached him, he only winked at me and bounded away down an alley.
When I finally caught up with him, I found him posed against a lamppost, arms akimbo, smiling at me almost mockingly. I stepped closer, reaching out to him.
His smile warmed to its usual gently smoldering seduction. Lowering his eyelids, he said, "You found me." When he raised them and looked at me directly, his eyes had gone from green to violet, a gentler shade, yet no less dramatic.
I hate anaylzing dreams; it's a little like taking apart a butterfly and laying out the pieces on cardboard with little labels. The child in me would rather that I just enjoyed my dreams and didn't dissect them. But dreams are messages from the subconscious and the unconscious, told in a code od symbols that must be deciphered. Some images have purely personal meanings peculiar to each person, but many are often archetypes after the manner of Jung.
Joe is, by far, the Jungian Trickster par excellance. Tricksters are, like Joe, attractive, charming, sexy and cynical, often endowed with shape-shifting abilities: the Norse fire god Loki, for instance, often appears in the myths, disguised as an old woman or a horse among other things; Joe can change his hair and eye color (a concept proposed by Jude Law himself; thanks for taking him up on it, Steve!) to attract or please a customer. They're likeable (I know some guys--who mind you, are straight--who think Joe was the coolest character in the film), witty, but unreliable (Joe briefly getting distracted by the woman outside the chapel in Rouge City). Expect to see the silicon hottie mentioned in screenwriting books that discuss the Jungian archetypes (I've already seen "A.I." mentioned in a screenwriting book geared for teens).
But Joe is more than that: he starts as a Trickster and develops into David's Mentor, the wise man who guides the hero on at least part of his journey, sharing his wisdom and helping the hero find what he needs to know to complete his journey (I suppose Dr. Know is arguably also a Trickster turned Mentor, but it's not as well-developed). He helps David find out where the Blue Fairy can be found, but he also warns David of the sad reality of Orga-Mecha relations.
Besides the fact that Joe is the perfect lover (at least in a carnal sense, I've yet to unravel the moral and philosophical snarls), what is it that draws me to him? Sexual dreams tend to mean something more than you've got the hots for someone. It usually means that you want to connet with something in yourself that you see reflected in your partner in the dream.
Perhaps it's a simple case of my wishing I were more flexible, the way Our Boy is. He has the wherewithal to be all things to all people: the tender devotee, the dark gentleman, the charming admirer, the sensuous youth; I don't doubt that he could be an aggressive partner or even a bit of a wild man. My standards being what they are, I'm not about to put myself out of course: I just wish I could respond to people better and that I wasn't quite so rigid and inflexible. But in order to be a true lover, one has to make oneself vulnerable to a certain degree, something I have trouble with. Because I've been emotionally wounded by a loved one, I struggle with always having to be in control of a situation, and this is what has made it the most difficult for me to find a new love: The opening of one soul to another. I don't doubt that something in Joe is curious about intimacy. If he could transcend his programming, he could truly make himself vulnerable in a good way. Too bad something like him doesn't exist yet: we'd be great for each other.
More someday....
AUTHOR: "Matrix Refugee"
RATING: PG-13
ARCHIVE: Yes (I'll be adding the other chapters here as soon as I finish with "The Eyes Have It"
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please, please
SUMMARY: More ramblings and ravings over Eros in Silicon
DISCLAIMER: Alas, I don't own Joe's license, which belongs to Steve and Stan, et al. Darn.
NOTES: This was an entry from my dream diary, but I elaborated on it. Will I ever quit? Not until I let go of the green-eyed beauty.
I get obsessive with some things. "It's just what I do." As of this writing, I have watched "A.I." ten times, and I'm planning on my eleventh viewing sometime soon. This is nothing, really. I know of one person online who has seen it twenty times. So I'm only halfway behind them. Thank God for DVDs, so I won't be tying up my parent's VCR; that's why I opted for a DVD player on my computer when I bought it. I've also had a mild problem with the soundtrack CD getting "stuck" in the CD player.
More than just that one time, Joe has capered through the landscape of my dreams. Once, it seemed I followed him along the streets of Rouge City, he eluding me playfully, I pursuing him in earnest through the neon-lit jungle. He vanished into the crowds of Orgas and Mechas, passersby and freaks, only to reappear alone on a street corner, posed so the light fell on him. But when I approached him, he only winked at me and bounded away down an alley.
When I finally caught up with him, I found him posed against a lamppost, arms akimbo, smiling at me almost mockingly. I stepped closer, reaching out to him.
His smile warmed to its usual gently smoldering seduction. Lowering his eyelids, he said, "You found me." When he raised them and looked at me directly, his eyes had gone from green to violet, a gentler shade, yet no less dramatic.
I hate anaylzing dreams; it's a little like taking apart a butterfly and laying out the pieces on cardboard with little labels. The child in me would rather that I just enjoyed my dreams and didn't dissect them. But dreams are messages from the subconscious and the unconscious, told in a code od symbols that must be deciphered. Some images have purely personal meanings peculiar to each person, but many are often archetypes after the manner of Jung.
Joe is, by far, the Jungian Trickster par excellance. Tricksters are, like Joe, attractive, charming, sexy and cynical, often endowed with shape-shifting abilities: the Norse fire god Loki, for instance, often appears in the myths, disguised as an old woman or a horse among other things; Joe can change his hair and eye color (a concept proposed by Jude Law himself; thanks for taking him up on it, Steve!) to attract or please a customer. They're likeable (I know some guys--who mind you, are straight--who think Joe was the coolest character in the film), witty, but unreliable (Joe briefly getting distracted by the woman outside the chapel in Rouge City). Expect to see the silicon hottie mentioned in screenwriting books that discuss the Jungian archetypes (I've already seen "A.I." mentioned in a screenwriting book geared for teens).
But Joe is more than that: he starts as a Trickster and develops into David's Mentor, the wise man who guides the hero on at least part of his journey, sharing his wisdom and helping the hero find what he needs to know to complete his journey (I suppose Dr. Know is arguably also a Trickster turned Mentor, but it's not as well-developed). He helps David find out where the Blue Fairy can be found, but he also warns David of the sad reality of Orga-Mecha relations.
Besides the fact that Joe is the perfect lover (at least in a carnal sense, I've yet to unravel the moral and philosophical snarls), what is it that draws me to him? Sexual dreams tend to mean something more than you've got the hots for someone. It usually means that you want to connet with something in yourself that you see reflected in your partner in the dream.
Perhaps it's a simple case of my wishing I were more flexible, the way Our Boy is. He has the wherewithal to be all things to all people: the tender devotee, the dark gentleman, the charming admirer, the sensuous youth; I don't doubt that he could be an aggressive partner or even a bit of a wild man. My standards being what they are, I'm not about to put myself out of course: I just wish I could respond to people better and that I wasn't quite so rigid and inflexible. But in order to be a true lover, one has to make oneself vulnerable to a certain degree, something I have trouble with. Because I've been emotionally wounded by a loved one, I struggle with always having to be in control of a situation, and this is what has made it the most difficult for me to find a new love: The opening of one soul to another. I don't doubt that something in Joe is curious about intimacy. If he could transcend his programming, he could truly make himself vulnerable in a good way. Too bad something like him doesn't exist yet: we'd be great for each other.
More someday....