2008-09-24
Well, I’m not outraged, but some people are and at the risk of being overdramatic I’ll tell you why.
Reality vs Fiction isn’t a fair fight at all.
For example, I get emails from people who aren’t happy with where I’ve placed (or misplaced) the hymen in some of my stories. I’ve had people send me links to photographs of hymens. (Please note I rarely if ever click on any links in my emails…I’d rather swap spit with the corpse of Rock Hudson) Now let me explain that when it comes to writing fiction I just don’t care. That’s the short answer. Well, the short answer is: “So what?” But you get my point. I will put a hymen wherever it happens to suit the story, my mood, and my sense of irony/humor. Don’t bother complaining about it, just read something else if you don’t like it. I’m not going to stalk you if you don’t read my story. In fact, like those fictional hymens, I’m just not going to care.
Likewise, on a similar theme, the concerned readers who are outraged over the terrible pain and trauma of losing one’s (female) virginity as it’s occasionally expressed. So what? I introduce pain and trauma where and when necessary to advance the story. Let’s face it, a LOT of readers who are interested in First Time stories want the drama. They want something memorable, and I’m not saying that the first time cannot be a beautiful, gentle, pleasurable experience for all concerned. It often is, more often than we find in erotic fiction certainly. I’ve portrayed that numerous times with no adverse side-effects other than a craving for chocolate. But if the story requires a bit (or a lot) of blood, sweat, and tears…Guess what? It’s gonna hurt, baby.
I’m not apologizing and I won’t. But some of the emails…It’s really pathetic.
We all have our pet peeves and the little things that turn us off from a story for one reason or another. I remember getting an email once from a man who couldn’t finish a story of mine because I used “shoreline” instead of “river bank” to describe a setting along the Hudson River. It put him right off the story and that was too bad and I understood my mistake thanks to him and corrected it. But the damage was done and I couldn’t sleep for hours afterward.
Another reader, this was a good one, started reading “Letter of the Month” which is a complete and obvious parody, btw…Anyway, he got to the narrator’s 10” cock and was outraged! The whole story was a joke, but apparently he missed the punch line. Now I admit I can be a little too clever for my own good. I run some deep thoughts between the lines once in awhile, but generally I’m not half so smart as I pretend to be and most people see right through me. But that was about as obvious as I could get without buying some neon lights, you know?
Read with a purpose. Understand what you’re looking at, that’s pretty basic, I would think.
Recently I received an email from someone who read my little bestiality guide and really chastised me for not making it clear that the vagina is a rather flexible and amazing device that will in fact allow a fully swollen dog knot to be removed with little or no discomfort to the woman in question. Unfortunately for the reader I’m reasonably sure that I did make that clear in the post, but I understand not everyone can keep up…especially if they didn’t bother to read it. I just ask people, before you complain about something (especially if they’re going to be rather snotty about it) to make sure you read what you’re concerned about. I don’t like embarrassing people because I know how it feels. I embarrass myself all the time and I hate it.
Some would say I’m embarrassing myself right now. Heh! Could be.
I’d also have to say that there is a disturbing lack of common courtesy prevalent in the online community. As some of you may know, I invariably attempt to respond to all emails with a reasonable amount of grace and good humor, but gosh! It is taxing sometimes. Do yourself a favor and practice good manners in correspondence. It offers so many more advantages than being impolite. It even makes you look smart! Correspondence is a lost art in America anyway; I much prefer foreign hate email. But Americans are the ones bent on sending it. Must be the gun culture.
Dogs. Let’s go back to them for a second. It’s almost impossible to find an accurate bestiality story on the internet. There’s one out there, but it’s well hidden beneath a really big rock. I myself quite enjoy the fact that fiction allows exaggeration, perfection, and an optimization of circumstances unlikely to be found in nature. I usually try to put a disclaimer in my bestiality stories saying it’s written for entertainment only and not to be taken as a factual text or guide. Hopefully people understand that implicitly in a story like “Wishes Come True” …You cannot read this and have puppies too, unless you’re a really smart bitch!
Anyway, the important thing is that the reader must recognize (just as I must) that I’m not one of those authors intent on solely writing “reality based” fiction. I do it sometimes, but I have no rigid self-discipline in my adherence to the physics of the real world. It isn’t why I’m writing. I’m lying, that’s what fiction is, a really entertaining lie. If I’m lying well enough people will believe it for a few thousand words and come away from it happy to have been fooled. Fictional storytelling is telling a lie without malice…Unless you’re Lord Byron, but that’s a whole other topic.
Any questions? And people wonder why I clean out my blog from time to time. I talk too much; always have, always will.
rache
