Don't just stand there, say nice things to me
I've been cheated I've been wronged, and you,
You don't know me, I can't change
I won't do anything at all
(Matchbox 20)
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So you all totally FAIL.
People! People, geez! Are we not on the same page here! Catch up! Follow along! Get with the flipping PROGRAM
Okay. Let's go over this again: I post a video of myself, sprawled in my flipping BED, trying to look all semi-kinda-quasi SEXUALLY ATTRACTIVE (in, well, an inept way...), and y'all are suppose to be all SAYING SOMETHING. Describing me in a way that does not involve MOTION SICKNESS.
And yes! Yes, people, read the directions; you are allowed to LIE. Lying is flipping FINE. Lying is a-okay. Geez.
Unbelievable.
And yes again. And yes it's in the manual that you all should have received upon your first visit to this site. EVERYONE has to say something. Women, men, those arriving here in search of tentacle hentai. Something NICE.
Damn. What's wrong with all-y'all?
I'm seriously disappointed. For serious, dude. Very disappointed. And I think I may have to assign you all some extra reading. 'Cause you all are suddenly in need of extra credit.
Hmmm. I'm feeling very stern; you must read TWO things.
Indicolite I and Indicolite II. Stuff I wrote, I am compelled to add, for flipping MONEY. I was shocked, actually, at what a motivator money was. I went from writer's block to type-type-typing my little fingers, creating a story combining sex and sci fi. ('Cause who doesn't like a little sex in their science fiction? Or, well, science fiction in their sex? Seriously.)
I think it is clear by the lack of part 3 that the online magazine closed and the money dried up. Heh.
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So hmph.
I think I've decided to, idk, have sex again. Or something. Maybe. And I don't think I say this just because I was up from 2-ish until 5-ish reading my own old
I was halfway through The Veldt, it was, like, 4:13 a.m. and I was all suddenly, 'Hmmm. I've never done that hot candle wax thing of which I inexplicably write...'
And although I'm not saying that my motivation in ending my celibacy has anything to do with candle wax, hot or otherwise, it occurred to me that contrary to my general belief that I have pretty much Been There/Done That/Got A Closet Full Of Tee Shirts, I have NOT in fact been there, done every
See?
No?
Hmm.
Of course this raises a rather large ('cause size matters), issue. Yeah. Ummm... WHO, exactly, would I, ummm, do it with?
'Cause I can't have sex with anyone born in Texas. Or Oklahoma. ('Cause we all know that's a line I GOTTA draw.) So umm... that's gonna be a problem.
How 'bout the guy who's buying my truck? He's not only tall/dark/relatively handsome, but he DOESN'T SPEAK ENGLISH! And he's leaving the ENTIRE COUNTRY in two weeks! Whee! Perfect, right?
'Cause with a language barrier it takes me twice as long to figure out someone's an idiot. And even though I have this pesky Ooops I Guess I Speak Spanish thing going on, I haven't spoken Spanish in a year and I like to think my Spanish is rusty. By the time I DO figure out he's an idiot and begin to, you know, LOATHE him, he'll be on his way outta the country. In my ex-truck. !Leaving, gracias a Dios!
It'll be great. It'll be perfect. Right?
Right?
Geez. Y'all are no fun. No fun at ALL this weekend.
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Edit: Oh crap. I just remembered: I'm a radical lesbian feminist. This could seriously complicate matters...
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Edit again: I feel compelled to explain that I am using my new macbook to take pictures and videos. I know! Awkward! I prefer to think that I'd be much more, you know, provocative and cool with a more appropriate
Hi Circe,
Five years ago, I read "The Veldt" (I think on Satin Slippers). I read all the stories in the section in weekend, and for whatever reason left yours for last. I enjoyed the others, but "The Veldt" completely blew me away. I loved the descriptions, the beautiful prose, the way it was incredibly erotic and still deeply emotional.
It is still the best erotic short story I've ever read. I had been hunting for it online for ages, and today finally managed the right combination of keywords to bring it up. I wanted to thank you for writing it, and wish you all the best.
With great admiration,
Ellie
Personally, I think that provocative-yet-shy thing you have going is totally hot.
Radical lesbian feminism doesn't necessarily have to complicate things. You just have to find another radical lesbian feminist who is sufficiently butch and has the proper equipment, preferably the type that straps on.... Hmmm, it's a shame OKC doesn't work in a woman's prison :P
y'all are suppose to be all SAYING SOMETHING
Well, for my part, my saying something isn't personal to you, and doesn't say anything about you...it's a hangup of mine.
Because of my own stuff I carry, I have issues offering anything that remotely seems like appraisal or "validation" of people's bodies when it's not in a personal, intimate context. I don't think my opinion should matter; I want everyone to have only their own good opinion of themselves, and not need mine to form it. You'll notice that I almost never comment on anyone's HNT, and when I do, it'll be a comment on the artistry of the photography, NOT of the person's body.
But I will say, if it feels better, that I believe every human is beautiful, so therefore it stands to reason I believe you are beautiful.
Shoot. Now I feel bad... Shamelessly, self-consciously, lack of self-confidencedly, demanding validation... Crap, I feel as though I've just, you know, betrayed all my personal beliefs and standards and stuff, asking to be judged on my questionable appearance.
I'd like to edit my last post and demand instead that people admire my newish bedspread. It's all bright and stripey and stuff. Admire it and advise me on how to wash the thing. Because I'm afraid that the colors will run. Even in cold water. And I would be very sad if it got all wrecked.
So! To edit my previous post: Y'all FAIL at commenting on my bedspread. You must all say something, ANYTHING, about my bedspread. Because although I like it, although I admire it very, very much, I would probably feel a little bit better if others viewed and likewise admired my bedspread.
(Crap. That's STILL wrong isn't it? I should be secure in my bedspread choice and not need the bedspread approval of others... Damn. I got a ways to go on this.)
I hate to make my only comment here all about me, BUT...Dave, What are trying to say? ;)
Ummm, I think he's saying that you could procure for me a lesbian felon with whom I would find happiness and sexual fulfillment.
I think that's what he's saying.
That might be what he's saying.
And ummm, well, do you think you'll be working in any women's prisons soon, OKC? Just in case?
Well, my comment wasn't supposed to make you feel BAD. I was just explaining my OWN hangup.