They were a series of threads, nine in all, discussing vampire mating. I think this is where the Gutter might have been born, I have seen references to "baking" there.
Here is the last thread, VMT#9:
http://archive.twilightlexicon.com/view ... =5&t=19934
The first post on VMT#9 has a link to all eight prior threads.
That particular conversation I was referring to started here on VMT#1:
On the third page of that thread, VMT#1, you made these comments:
Alphie wrote:Now...about the friction...would you believe that I had the guts to actually say something similar directly to Stephenie? She responds to such topics in a much more dignified and refined way than I do. Her main comment on the entirety of the process was basically this:
I have thought about how it all works. I've thought over all of those issues and know, personally, how it all works, but i don't feel it's really that necessary to go into detail about it.
Not a direct quote, but you get the idea. What I think she was trying to tell me was to just accept that it's possible and not worry about what bodily fluids are being secreted. Imogen and I had a barf bag of a conversation just like this where we even considered that venom might be part of the fluids. VOMIT! So I'll just stick with Steph's advice and not worry too much about it. As she has said MANY time - they can, and do, have sex.
As for Edward being able to move and his flexibility, that explains how he is able to do most of his maneuvering. However, all of that is Edward moving Edward. Edward can open and close his hand because of his muscles. Where there isn't muscle, he would have to manually make adjustments, as long as we are still trying to technically come up with an explanation, even as I don't see him doing that at all on the island. But, since SM says it is possible, we must be talking about one very specific part of his body that magically moves like a hinge against human flesh and bone, even though in all other cases humans would give way with not much more resistance than paper mache.
It is true that that specific part is different, however. Hmmm, maybe, possible? I can see how it can't happen, but I can also see that it just might possibly work. I think there is a Nobel prize there somewhere. Experiments are needed to confirm that hypothesis. Maybe Emmett would allow himself to be the guinea pig, as long as it's for a good cause and Rose is out shopping. I'll leave that one to the ladies.
Now the female vamps? Nope, not going to happen. Although there is a possible solution that would broaden the TW worldbuilding. What if it is possible because it was designed that way, that it is purposeful? That it might be very dangerous (for humans), but that certain areas on the vamps really are different? We really don't know the origination of the vampires, Stephenie may have gone much further down that road than she is telling us. Lot's of references to "dark angels" in the books, especially TW and MS, I've always wondered if that had more meaning.
VolturiGirl wrote:Well 24601,
If she learns to bake, I hope she doesn't have an Easy Bake Oven!
That is one of the most seemingly innocent, yet crudest responses I have ever seen posted here. I salute you!
24601 wrote:So after talking for a few minutes, He says to me. "Well, at least I hope she learns how to bake this semester"
Well, what do I think of? That's right. And do you know what happens when you try not to laugh? Doesn't work, does it.
So he asks me , "whats so funny?" He asks again. Puzzled. Then he says "She is in cooking school."
I can never explain this. Never.
Can't even begin to think of an explanation.
Heh, the worst time to laugh out loud is when it is completely inappropriate and there is no way you could confess to what it is you find funny. The more you try to avoid laughing the harder it becomes.
My older brother used to do that to me all the time when we were kids at church. He would whisper something dirty to me, and then I would start shaking in the pew trying to hold it in. He liked getting me going when someone was leading a prayer (the worst time of all). Sometimes he would slightly change the lyrics to a hymn and sing it under his breath so only I could hear. If I couldn't hold it in, I would get the vicious "mother pinch" that would stop a charging bull moose in its tracks. I would try to get him back, but he was much better at keeping his cool than I was and I invariably would lose it before he even figured out what I was trying to do.
Spoodurance Trials!!!! Are You Kidding Me????
Do NOT go back to those threads, I started picking around them again, and now I feel unclean.
Maybe tomorrow after a few beers...