Last orgasm? No clue...maybe sometime in the last six weeks?
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Ugh.
Have the day off (!) and am feeling super guilty about not entering something that vaguely resembles a poem into the contest, because it's being held in honour of DM/Alan. So I'm writing. Trying to channel Dylan Thomas and it's coming out more like an awful poetic version of Ulysses; incoherent, incomprehensible, and rambling. The only thing keeping me at it is the knowledge that I can kill it the second the contest is over.
Double Glenlivet 18 on the rocks, please, with a Drambuie chaser, neat.
As said by others, the description of a woman by her measurements, especially in the first person, definitely needs to die. Kill it. Kill it with fire.
Excellent post.
English isn't my natural language, so I am very careful with my words--written and otherwise. I do struggle with dialogue, although it's probably more with using the correct words than with formatting.
Side note: Specific to Lush, the thing that will stop me dead in my tracks (or cause me not to click on the story at all, if it's in the first paragraph) is a female character describing herself as if she's at an escort agency, e.g., "My name is Brooke. I'm a college sophomore, petite, with perky 36DDD breasts...".
I see that way too often, and maybe there are readers who don't care, but I'm pretty sure that no woman in the history of ever has described herself by listing her measurements in casual conversation.
So.
One random news source based in New York City, NY but claiming an emphasis on African news "submitted by citizen reporters" (read: Can you type? Will you write a semi-cogent if not necessarily factual article for us for free? You're hired!) publishes one article that says one in eight marriages are interracial.
From this it appears that you, Mathew, have taken all of those marriages to be between a white woman and a man of African descent. Pro tip: This is not the case.
Yes, the article is titled "White Women And African Men: What Is The Attraction?" and yes, perhaps if you read the article sparingly or without commensurate reading comprehension skills, then you might come to the conclusion that there is some sudden uptick in white women running out to actively seek partners of African descent. The title of the article is clearly meant as clickbait. The truth is, Mathew, that there have been major sociological, economic, and demographic changes worldwide in the past twenty-odd years, and yes, it is not now nearly as unusual as it might have been even thirty years ago to marry outside of one's own race.
There are no substantiating articles--similar articles with similar titles and similar focus published by other, independent news sources--to be found that would support your initial premise that somehow white women are fleeing their own race in droves, or "forcing" their white husbands to be cuckolds as their white wives entertain lovers of African descent. No substantiating articles means no news, Mathew. No news means no grounding in reality for your assertion/"question".
I'm going to go with Buz's thinking here, only I'm going to be a wee bit more direct. You have a cuckolding fetish. Specifically, you want your wife or partner or future wife or partner to be actively interested in having sex outside the relationship with a man or men of African descent. Whatever works, Mathew.
FTR, I am about as white as white can get--straight Scottish and English lineage, with a Francophone Canadian mother--and I do not recall ever being attracted to any man solely because of his heritage, ethnicity or race. I also do not recall ever rejecting a man solely because of his heritage, ethnicity or race.
Hmm. No. Probably because I don't know the age of consent for any given fruit or vegetable. Is it at first ripening? Fully ripe? Slightly past ripe and mushy? Full on mushy? The mind boggles.
First person may seem easier to write, but it's also the easiest POV in which to write poorly, IMHO.
Looking at my own pieces, the only one to be truly first person POV is My Favourite Word and you'll notice that it's a Flash Erotica piece. Meaning that I literally stripped it down to the bone in order to avoid having it wander off into the woods.
I think that it's very easy to go astray when writing in the first person POV, and doubly so if you're basing your story on an actual real life event. The third person allows for far more breadth in writing, IMHO.
Oh, I don't know...when he's holding up his end of a discussion revolving around Bell's theorem?
Gil, the problem with medications meant to address mental illness is primarily that their actual functioning is still up for some debate. What works spectacularly in Patient A may show no effect in Patient B, despite both patients having identical presentations. So you end up playing medication roulette.
In my case, it took over a decade before the right medication combination was found, and I have boring, garden-variety general depression and anxiety. I can't imagine how it would be if I had a more serious variety of mental illness and was unable to advocate for myself.
Hannah's Lost Angels was awarded an EP? I should really go through my friends' profiles more often...or, you know, ever.
Congratulations, H.
Whatever works, I suppose. Doesn't make my Top Ten list with regards to stimulation, though.
Yah, no, you couldn't afford me.
1. I've been pawed on the back and licked on the cheek by an adult male grey wolf (aka "timber wolf", aka C. lupus). Yes, a real one, and no, the wolf was not supposed to be acclimated to humans. I was 12.
2. At 6', I'm the shortest woman in generations in my family on my mother's side.
3. I shoot Glock pistols competitively and am in the process of taking up 3-gun competition (handgun, rifle, shotgun). Yet I don't hunt, I don't carry, and never touched a gun until I was well into my 20's.
I think you did a great job of beating Mike into submission, Hannah. The story is lovely.
Now, I'd like another Dirty (with a capital "D") Martini, please. Have to keep Mike busy.
Very nice addition. I'm not sure that I've ever placed in the top 10 in a competition, but I think a badge recognising runners-up or honourable mentions is to be commended. Thank you.
Never, except for when I'm abed, obviously. Although today I did have a bra mishap...the left strap broke and I didn't notice until the strap itself fell out of the top of my uniform. Not awesome.
Quick run to the lockers with a colleague and several safety pins and the girls were secured again.
It'd be lovely if some kind of "In Memoriam" note was to be added to Alan's profile by the site.
I believe he was a gold member, meaning that his subscription will eventually expire, I'd be open to gifting him a Platinum so that his profile and stories remain available in perpetuity. I was never bold enough to ask him to be a friend--I regret that now.