Aug 16 2008
WWIR: August 10 through August 16, 2008
IWS: Brought the werewolf section up to the same level of “a few rough-hewn spots” as the vampire section. Knock out one next week, the other the following week, and I can pull off an August finish by the skin of my teeth. If you keep in mind it’s free and gimmicky, and if you read it with one eye kinda squinted after ingesting the hallucinogen of your choice, there’s a small possibility it might not be the most loathsome abuse of the English language you’ve ever seen.
???? (henceforth known as the Non-Paranormal Erotic Short Experiment, or NPESE): Investigated distinction between voyeurism, scoptophilia/mixoscopia, and triolism. Reacquainted myself with frotteurism and other assorted paraphilias. Still fumbling for the reasons a couple of characters would consciously, deliberately, and with full awareness engage in some of these behaviors that are usually uncontrollable, unwelcome compulsions. “Because it’s fun to be naughty” just doesn’t have the impact I’m looking for, though it’s closer to the mark than “acting out in response to prior sexual trauma,” which is totally not in keeping with the tone of the story. Yanno, if it suddenly became paranormal, I bet the motivation would be crystal clear… but I’m not taking the easy way out yet. No rush. It’s a new idea. It will benefit from simmering on the back burner for a while.
(If you don’t have a DSM-IV, get one. It’s 800 pages of stories waiting to happen. Not necessarily romantic stories, but I wouldn’t dream of discouraging anyone from trying to mix true love, necrophilia, and HEA.)
(Scarily, as I typed “true love, necrophilia, and HEA,” a lightbulb flickered about NPESE’s hero’s issue. No obvious connection with corpse sex, but you have to wonder why that provides inspiration…)
Best search terms: People came here looking for “right brained people get angry” and “kerry allen + sex.”
According to a Blogthings quiz (even more reliable than the Magic 8 Ball), I’m equally right- and left-brained, and I never, ever get angry (or fib), so I’m afraid you were completely misdirected there.
As for the second, while I’m certainly flattered, I’m just not that kind of girl (unless you’re Trent Reznor or possibly John Cusack, in which case I’d abandon this nun-like charade faster than you could say, “Hey, baby, wanna—?”).
