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DLizze
1 month ago
Bi-curious Male, 81
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My advice to him would be to not marry. However that said, for myself, I might marry someone knowing full well that she did not enjoy sex. There is so much more to a relationship than just sex, and having lived alone for the past five years with no sex whatsoever other than masturbation, I can easily see how I could survive in such a relationship. What I most certainly would NOT do, is marry someone, expecting her to change (sexually or otherwise)after the wedding vows are spoken.
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Like others on this thread, I am hard-pressed to select a "best" work, partly because when I re-read them, all I see are flaws; and also because some stories appeal more to one mindset than others. But for overall plot, humor, snappy dialogue and succinct descriptive writing, I believe my best ones are the Charlie-Charlene and Minuet In G novellas.
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Ok, Asshole. So you got yourself into a writing site. Big fucking deal. Try not to let your hats get too tight.
Oh, and while you're at it, remember what your mama told you: "Don't be a dick. If you can't say something nice, shut the fuck up." (or words to that effect)
Oh, and while you're at it, remember what your mama told you: "Don't be a dick. If you can't say something nice, shut the fuck up." (or words to that effect)
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As a story verifier, I have been known to approve stories either way. The key (in my never to be humble opinion) is consistency throughout the story. If an author submits a story that inconsistent in capitalization, I will default to standard grammar (i.e.) lowercase throughout, except when beginning a sentence, or used as a proper noun.
(e.g.) My mistress is very good for me. Mistress never pushes my boundaries beyond what I need, or can handle, despite my fears to the contrary. And Mistress always knows just what those limitations are. Isn't that true, Mistress?
(e.g.) My mistress is very good for me. Mistress never pushes my boundaries beyond what I need, or can handle, despite my fears to the contrary. And Mistress always knows just what those limitations are. Isn't that true, Mistress?
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Photos of an 1835 fusee watch repair I did in 2008. (Milled the chain table 1.5mm longer x 0.76mm deep (0.059" x .030") then drilled a hole 0.025mm diameter (0.001") , and turned a pin to fit it, to hold the link end of the fusee chain)
Photos taken with a Canon A580, set to maximum zoom. Auto exposure, flash overridden, lighting with a Tensor halogen 100w bulb at approx 1 ft from subject.
First photo was with the fusee mounted in my watchmaker's lathe, prior to cutting off the pin. Taken with all the same settings, but by holding the camera lens up against a slide projection lens, and shooting through it, for more magnification. (approx 20X).
Second photo is of the fusee and chain, after cutting off the pin, with a metric ruler, for scale.
Third photo is of the watch movement reasssembled and running. Those things holding it are my fingers.
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Introduce the title of your story: Minuet In G
Genre/Category: Listed in Novels, but is really a BDSM/mystery novella
http://www.lushstories.com/stories/novels/minuet-in-g-chapter-i-1.aspx
1. What first inspired you to write this particular story? I have long wanted to write a story involving a Victorian house, as that archetecture is one of my favorites. Also, I believe that, even though the era was very straight-laced on the exterior, the Victorian people were just like us. They had their wants and needs and desires, just as we do today. I am sure those desires included all of the various kinks that people’s desires do today. After the death of Queen Victoria, the Edwardian period began a new era of permissiveness, as if people felt they no longer had to hide their true feelings. They could, in a manner of speaking, “come out of the closet”. It was also an era of change in the way things were done. The first automobiles came out in 1898, Edison made a practical light bulb in 1896, the first aircraft flight was in 1904. It was a vibrant, exciting time, when people were truly embracing the concept of change and of modernity. So I wanted to kind of explore that idea a bit.
2. How did you come up with these characters? Alice and Gerald are an amalgam of several friends of mine. The realtor is based on a person with whom I worked, many years ago. Sarah is loosely based on my grandfather’s half-sister. The others just sort of came to mind as I was writing.
3. How does it differ from some of your other stories? I have never before tried to write a mystery, and I have never tried to set a a story in a period earlier than my own life.
4. What was the most challenging thing about writing this piece? The most difficult part was writing the diaries. It was difficult to write in the archaic style of the era, and it was difficult to make them seem real. Another difficulty in writing this piece was my own tendency to want to describe things in detail. I owned and restored a player piano; and I inherited an extensive collection of lightbulbs, flashlights, motors, radios and other early electronic items after my grandfather died. So, knowing those objects intimately, it was difficult to force myself to stay on track with the story, and not wander off into some arcane description of an object from the era. (I could easily become as boring to the reader as James Fennimore Cooper. Grin.)
5. Anything else you want to tell us about it? None of the plot twists have any basis in fact. At least, not so far as I have been able to prove beyond any reasonable doubt.
Genre/Category: Listed in Novels, but is really a BDSM/mystery novella
http://www.lushstories.com/stories/novels/minuet-in-g-chapter-i-1.aspx
1. What first inspired you to write this particular story? I have long wanted to write a story involving a Victorian house, as that archetecture is one of my favorites. Also, I believe that, even though the era was very straight-laced on the exterior, the Victorian people were just like us. They had their wants and needs and desires, just as we do today. I am sure those desires included all of the various kinks that people’s desires do today. After the death of Queen Victoria, the Edwardian period began a new era of permissiveness, as if people felt they no longer had to hide their true feelings. They could, in a manner of speaking, “come out of the closet”. It was also an era of change in the way things were done. The first automobiles came out in 1898, Edison made a practical light bulb in 1896, the first aircraft flight was in 1904. It was a vibrant, exciting time, when people were truly embracing the concept of change and of modernity. So I wanted to kind of explore that idea a bit.
2. How did you come up with these characters? Alice and Gerald are an amalgam of several friends of mine. The realtor is based on a person with whom I worked, many years ago. Sarah is loosely based on my grandfather’s half-sister. The others just sort of came to mind as I was writing.
3. How does it differ from some of your other stories? I have never before tried to write a mystery, and I have never tried to set a a story in a period earlier than my own life.
4. What was the most challenging thing about writing this piece? The most difficult part was writing the diaries. It was difficult to write in the archaic style of the era, and it was difficult to make them seem real. Another difficulty in writing this piece was my own tendency to want to describe things in detail. I owned and restored a player piano; and I inherited an extensive collection of lightbulbs, flashlights, motors, radios and other early electronic items after my grandfather died. So, knowing those objects intimately, it was difficult to force myself to stay on track with the story, and not wander off into some arcane description of an object from the era. (I could easily become as boring to the reader as James Fennimore Cooper. Grin.)
5. Anything else you want to tell us about it? None of the plot twists have any basis in fact. At least, not so far as I have been able to prove beyond any reasonable doubt.
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I don't know why, but this one has been running through my head all day. I am hoping that I can get rid of it by putting it in print, just as sometimes listening to the recording of a song will allow it to leave mey brain. If that fails, I shall have to resort to stronger measures. Things such as using poetry I detest, just as I use songs by Antonio Carlos Jobim (the master of pop junk elevator music) to drive good songs from my mind.
Cue up sountrack: "Love is like a never ending melody. Poets have compared it to a symphgony..."
Fade to: Voice of James Earl Jones reading:
Disobedience by A A Milne
James James
Morrison Morrison
Weatherby George Dupree
Took great
Care of his Mother,
Though he was only three.
James James Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he;
"You must never go down
to the end of the town,
if you don't go down with me."
James James
Morrison's Mother
Put on a golden gown.
James James Morrison's Mother
Drove to the end of the town.
James James Morrison's Mother
Said to herself, said she:
"I can get right down
to the end of the town
and be back in time for tea."
King John
Put up a notice,
"LOST or STOLEN or STRAYED!
JAMES JAMES MORRISON'S MOTHER
SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN MISLAID.
LAST SEEN
WANDERING VAGUELY:
QUITE OF HER OWN ACCORD,
SHE TRIED TO GET DOWN
TO THE END OF THE TOWN -
FORTY SHILLINGS REWARD!"
James James
Morrison Morrison
(Commonly known as Jim)
Told his
Other relations
Not to go blaming him.
James James
Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he:
"You must never go down to the end of the town
without consulting me."
James James
Morrison's mother
Hasn't been heard of since.
King John said he was sorry,
So did the Queen and Prince.
King John
(Somebody told me)
Said to a man he knew:
If people go down to the end of the town, well,
what can anyone do?"
(Now then, very softly)
J.J.
M.M.
W.G.Du P.
Took great
C/0 his M*****
Though he was only 3.
J.J. said to his M*****
"M*****," he said, said he:
"You-must-never-go-down-to-the-end-of-the-town-
if-you-don't-go-down-with-ME!"
Cue up sountrack: "Love is like a never ending melody. Poets have compared it to a symphgony..."
Fade to: Voice of James Earl Jones reading:
Disobedience by A A Milne
James James
Morrison Morrison
Weatherby George Dupree
Took great
Care of his Mother,
Though he was only three.
James James Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he;
"You must never go down
to the end of the town,
if you don't go down with me."
James James
Morrison's Mother
Put on a golden gown.
James James Morrison's Mother
Drove to the end of the town.
James James Morrison's Mother
Said to herself, said she:
"I can get right down
to the end of the town
and be back in time for tea."
King John
Put up a notice,
"LOST or STOLEN or STRAYED!
JAMES JAMES MORRISON'S MOTHER
SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN MISLAID.
LAST SEEN
WANDERING VAGUELY:
QUITE OF HER OWN ACCORD,
SHE TRIED TO GET DOWN
TO THE END OF THE TOWN -
FORTY SHILLINGS REWARD!"
James James
Morrison Morrison
(Commonly known as Jim)
Told his
Other relations
Not to go blaming him.
James James
Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he:
"You must never go down to the end of the town
without consulting me."
James James
Morrison's mother
Hasn't been heard of since.
King John said he was sorry,
So did the Queen and Prince.
King John
(Somebody told me)
Said to a man he knew:
If people go down to the end of the town, well,
what can anyone do?"
(Now then, very softly)
J.J.
M.M.
W.G.Du P.
Took great
C/0 his M*****
Though he was only 3.
J.J. said to his M*****
"M*****," he said, said he:
"You-must-never-go-down-to-the-end-of-the-town-
if-you-don't-go-down-with-ME!"
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Here is what a "quick and dirty" search revealed:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Historical_present
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Historical_present
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Quote by Catnip
There's a thing called "fashion tape" that makes the pasties stick very nicely.
When I was playing for exotic dancers, I had a discussion with one of the girls once about this. She said pasties are difficult to find for larger areolae, and many of the dancers make their own. Blaze Starr told me that was how she got into making jewelry; she started out by making her own pasties, and adding dangly, sparkly bits to them. (and yes, I knew her and also played for her) Ms. Starr also told me the dancers ues theatrical adhesive, available at any good costume shop, and in the ladies notions department of many better department stores.
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If you happen to be one of the fretful minority who can do creative work, never force an idea; you'll abort it if you do. Be patient and you'll give birth to it when the time is ripe. Learn to wait. R.A. Heinlein
This fits my current problem. BUt waiting is so difficult. I just want to press on, regardless.
This fits my current problem. BUt waiting is so difficult. I just want to press on, regardless.
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at the risk of repeating myself, here's one I had posted on Lush a while back:
The Red Brassierre
(with apologies to William Carlos Williams)
so much depends
upon
a red lace
brassierre
on a bare
torso
above the white
skirting.
William Carlos Williams, The Red Wheelbarrow
http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/wcw-red-wheel.html
The Red Brassierre
(with apologies to William Carlos Williams)
so much depends
upon
a red lace
brassierre
on a bare
torso
above the white
skirting.
William Carlos Williams, The Red Wheelbarrow
http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/wcw-red-wheel.html
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I hug you, kiss you
Pick you up spin you around.
It's still not enough
Edit:
and one more - to my last wife - even though it has two last lines - either one works, so the reader may select as he or she wishes ...
The longer we grow
The farther we grow. Apart.
This is a good thing.
It makes me happy.
Pick you up spin you around.
It's still not enough
Edit:
and one more - to my last wife - even though it has two last lines - either one works, so the reader may select as he or she wishes ...
The longer we grow
The farther we grow. Apart.
This is a good thing.
It makes me happy.
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The sound of a tractor in the distance, bailing hay.
The smell of fresh hay as it is being raked into furrows for bailing.
That slight sting on the end of your nose from the bubbles in the tonic water, and the mixed smell of lime and Bombay gin.
Meals of tomatoes with mayonnaise and thinly sliced onion, and corn cooked in the husks on the grilll, then opened and slathered in butter.
The slight ache in your shoulders after a day spent swinging a scythe. And that sudden chill of jumping into the pond fully clothed after working up in the top of the barn, stacking the mow. (Gee... can you tell that making hay is my favorite part of farming? LOL)
The smell of fresh hay as it is being raked into furrows for bailing.
That slight sting on the end of your nose from the bubbles in the tonic water, and the mixed smell of lime and Bombay gin.
Meals of tomatoes with mayonnaise and thinly sliced onion, and corn cooked in the husks on the grilll, then opened and slathered in butter.
The slight ache in your shoulders after a day spent swinging a scythe. And that sudden chill of jumping into the pond fully clothed after working up in the top of the barn, stacking the mow. (Gee... can you tell that making hay is my favorite part of farming? LOL)