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2009-06-22T21:57:00.000-07:00

J. Robert Zimmerman
Not a physicist, but pretty damn cool anyway

rache vs the Atheist

2009-06-22T02:14:00.002-07:00

"I'm an atheist, looking for a fight."

"I'll be your huckleberry."

"Are you a Christian? I only fight Christians."

"I'm pretty Catholic. Does that count?"

"Perfect! Put up your dukes, bitch!"

"Kay. You start."

"Science can explain everything!"

"Ouch!"

"Take that!"

"Except God."

"Ow!"

"Hurts, don't it?"

"Slut!"

"Your turn."

"Uh...That's my whole argument."

"It is?"

"I'm a scientist! My logic is impenetrable!"

"You can say that again."

Miss Anarchist 2009

2009-06-20T21:20:00.000-07:00

They call her Miss Egypt 2006...but a real anarchist like me doesn't give a flying you know what! Where the hell's her burkkah????

Tag Kara: The Video!!

2009-06-20T21:00:00.000-07:00

This isn't any sort of great video really, but I haven't promoted porn in awhile and I just like this girl's eyes. They're like the window to the soul and after spending a week cranking out stories about girls with the souls of true sluts...what the hell...here's one right here. I call her "Kara"

http://www.mediafire.com/file/zxxzihywcrg/Blue_eyes.avi

My lesser efforts...

2009-06-20T20:55:00.000-07:00

I'm kinda sick, pretty sick, but getting better and so just in case it's all in my head (the getting better part, I mean) and I'm really on my death bed, I'm thinking about god and wondering why I never tried to use the "pencil tool" in photoshop before. It's kinda fun!

Everything I need to know, I learned in Sunday School
I drew this picture of God pregnant with the earth.

Your Cow's a Marxist!

2009-06-20T20:41:00.000-07:00

Anarchy is alive and well and thanks to capitalism most people don't even realize it! Even the Anarchists can sometimes get a little confused. With Che Gueverra t-shirts selling like hotcakes in third world countries where people think he's just "Jesus with a funny hat?" and PETA recruiting Lydia Gueverra (Castro's grand-daughter, but don't tell Che!) to shove carrots up our collective asses...butts that is, PETA would never harm a real ass...All we can do is wonder, "What would Karl eat?"

Here's Ms. Revolution herself...Ten minutes of fame is a little too much sometimes.

The Rock Star! Che Gueverra...Coming to a t-shirt near you!

And, lest we forget who's really holding down the communist fort...The Anarchist Man of the Year! (the Kim on the left)

My Favorite Martians

2009-06-17T20:51:00.000-07:00

The "Apache" shot: Yield: 1.85 Megatons Location: Eniwetok Date: 8.Jul.1956

The "Yeso" shot: Yield: 3 Megatons Location: Christmas Island Date: 10.Jun.1962

Cool Pictures

2009-06-17T20:27:00.000-07:00

Some Exceptionally sexy men!

Before there was ever a Bob Dylan, J.Robert Oppenheimer was the heart and soul of American Physics...That's why he got crucified. He's on the left, in case you don't know...The guy on the right is pretty famous too, although I never liked him personally. Earnest O. Lawrence, in case you're wondering.

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We got stuck with Teller while the Russians got Andrei Sakharov (on the left) shown here with "The Beard" ...How much better off we would have been if the Russians had Edward and we could have sat Andrei down with Oppie in 1946. Wow! He was seriously cute!

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A seriously amazing photograph with Stanislaw Ulam on the left (Hottie alert!) my favorite really huge brain, Johnny von Neumann on the right, and that other guy in the middle...you know the one...Richard Feynman! Ouch! I keep this picture next to my bed!

Of the many candid photographs you may have seen of smart men in informal setting, this picture defines "smart" !!

SOL is down...down...down

2009-06-14T20:07:00.000-07:00

That sucks! I have Tag Erin: Chapter 3 "What a Slut Does" ready to go up, as well as "Runaway Dream" chapter 2 and I really, really have to email someone, but I have no idea what the address is for the SOL/Gmail login...Silly me.

Let's post this:

I got my hair cut yesterday. It was really long before, like halfway down my back. I went to Dondee’s Parlor and a bayut cut my hair, that’s a gay guy acting like a girl. All the beauticians are bayuts, anyway, I told her “Don’t cut the front, cause I like it in my face.” But she kept trying to cut my bangs.

I was the ninay at a wedding today, that’s why I got my haircut. I was one of the sponsors, a witness, and there’s four women and four men. So I did that and it was a brownout…no power…and amazingly hot in the church. I was sweating like crazy. I got a little ceramic jewelry box as a gift for being a ninay.

I was sitting at a little store, a tindahan, drinking C2 and this guy greeted me. His name was Gojuso and he’s killed like 10 people. It’s weird being touched by someone who’s killed people. If I wanted someone dead, I’d ask him to do it. He’s really tough.

I watched the first episode of “Kotorsay” today. That means “14” and it’s about a girl who’s 14 years old and has a baby. The ads show two guys chasing her, you know, romantically, and she disappears behind a clothesline looking beautiful and giving them come-hither eyes. When they pull back a hanging sheet, she’s holding a little baby to her breast.

I spent Friday morning in a meeting with Richard Gordon. He’s a Senator and the chairmen of the Red Cross in the Philippines. I had an excuse to wear my nice clothes and all my jewelry. It’s really weird walking around wearing more money than most of the people I see will make in their entire lives.

I hate myself sometimes.

I was buying a new flash drive and an old man was begging me for money. The drive was 1078 pesos and all I had in my purse were thousand peso notes. I smiled apologetically and paid for my drive, when I got my change, 922 pesos, I gave him two pesos and he was happy. I should have given him the twenty.

I called my dad and he was at a golf resort, playing golf.

I am really tired so, I’m not going to say anything else. I just want to sleep mostly.

I thought of a clever pun in church this morning: Children are the fruit of our labor.

rache

Mail Bag

2009-05-27T19:41:00.000-07:00

Haven't blogged in awhile...here's some of my emails, just to kiss my ego:

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Message from: Erick C.:

This story has me conflicted. I did not like thefirst chapters where "Dare" was steamrolledinto the bitch mode. However, as the storycontinued to develop and you allowed me to"suspend disbelief" and accept the concept of amixed spirit, it became easier to read and toidentify with the characters.

To me this marks the efforts of a great writter.

Thanks for sharing on SOL.

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Emailed through StoriesOnline's Mailing System

Message from: Richard:

While this story is not normally the subjectmatter that I would be interested in, the way youdeveloped the characters or should I say characterkept me interested enough that I wanted to seejust how and where it was going.

So thanks for a story that was interesting andkept me wanting to know more. The mark of a goodwriter.

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Message from: Dale F.:

I have just finished reading Dare,

It was one of the most moving stories I think Ihave ever read. Some would call me sick but theanimal sex to me was so moving I could not put itdown. The story its self was very moving It almostlet me see things as thay unfolded in my mind. AllI ask it for you to post part 2 as soon as you canand keep up the good work on the other story linesyou have in mind.

A thankful reader
Dale

Emailed through StoriesOnline's Mailing System

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Message from: Bob:

You are amazing.

That was one of the most original stories I haveever read.
What a mind you have.

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Anonymous to me show details Mar 1

These two stories are scary good. Keep up thegood (and scary) work.

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Message from: Saloni:

this story is still better than your firstone.wow!!

i must 'relieve' myself while i read this lastchapter. no woman can resist the temptation....lol

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Message from: cuckoldhubby:

WOW!! My wife and I both get so turned on readingyour stories. We have been into family fun for along time and always love a good story to keep uson edge. Keep up the good work!!!

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Message from: philip:

25 Pairs gripped me till the very end... When Iread her fianl letter I could not help but breakdown and cry and cry.

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Message from: oldsofty:

Wow.

I presume you know what you have here. Anhonest-to-God Sci Fi thriller. Eat your heart out,Michael Crichton.

And it started off so innocently, too. Jen andAmy and Josh were going to perform in one of thosesweet transgender tales you do so well. When Ifinally noticed the creepy music, it was too late,and I was hooked.

The ending? Logically unnecessary, and openedmore plot holes than it closed, but who noticed atthe time when it was dramatically so right?

Your wide-ranging talents continue to astound me.

Old Softy

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Anonymous to me show details 8/5/08

I recently started reading some of your storiesand I must admit, they are nice. As of rightnow, I have currently read 14 of your stories,and have liked them all. I would just like tosay, thank you for the good stories.

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Dear Rachael,
I finished your chronicle of Sam last night and I just had to write you before I start to read 1.5. Please let me introduce myself first, though. My name is Keith and I'm 59 although most people think I'm around 39- or so they tell me. I have been reading pedo-type stories for about 15 years now and enjoying nonnude Lolita sites for longer than that. I joined Mr Double about a year ago and I discovered asstr.org a few years before that. I have to say that your Sam story is one of my most emotional experiences to date.

I chuckled and laughed, I sighed and I cried. Most of all I was impressed. I know nothing about you, Rachael, and I have to admit I don't recall anything else of yours I may have read before. I'm going to look that up. This genre attracts some perfectly awful authors (I use that term loosely in this case) and also some very gifted ones. You, for example. I appreciate the effort of those guys who apparently skipped all their English classes but, well, better is just better.

I loved "spending" those five days with the smart and sensitive Samantha *oops* Sam, the clueless but normal Josh, the self-assured Monica, the delicate and sweet Angie, Hot, hot Jody and the not-quite-grown-up, funny Kurt. I could go on and on about what made me laugh out loud {'vapid', 'feign', 'lucky guess', ect} but what got me was the last paragraph. I wept. No lie. The whole breakup with Angie really got to me- but that was one of the best paragraphs I have ever read.

Anyway, I have a new word in my vocabulary, "sproing"!

Thanks so much, now on to 1.5!
Love ya, Keith

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Hi,
I don't read all your stuff, but I want to thank you for being one of the fe writers that hasn't turned asstr into a total wasteland of twottle!

I've read asstr since 1996, and it's quite frankly gone to shit!

I havn't read your latest stuff that you just posted since I have an ear infection and am tired as fuck, but thought I'd say a thank you for not going to the level that other frequent posters have achieved.

warmest regards,
Ricktwitter

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And that's some of my email and why I have such a big head that I can't ride elevators.
rache

People are asking...

2009-02-01T20:13:00.000-08:00

I got some emails, some questions from friends, family, and fans. They wonder what I'm doing, what it all means. Especially in light of recent posts by Jais Nereis on SOL. I posted two collections there of older, short fiction and I'll be posting more soon.

People think I'm gone. Like I was supposed to disappear completely and that was never the plan. I've tried to explain that the escape I want is from "rache"... From some aspects of that online persona which I don't like, or I don't necessarily support. Some of those obligations and responsibilities, whether real or imagined. I'm not going away. "rache" is the one who is going to have a much lower profile. The stories are all valid, they still exist and I'll be reposting them over a period of time. Very little really changes in the sense of my creativity and output.

What does change is how I present myself and my stories. I want to be low key with it. I want to avoid a lot of notoriety and fame and this whole circus that enveloped me when I posted as rache. I created a lot of that, I understand. I also let other people influence me too greatly perhaps. I said and did things that aren't really me and so I just want to change that part of who I am online.

Stories will be posted under pen names specific to the story. I have no desire to possess a huge collection like rache did. She had over a hundred stories and that was fun and interesting for awhile, but it becomes a burden as well. I want to not do that anymore. I want to avoid the inevitable distraction of worrying about scores and favorite lists and download numbers. I want to be a little more closeted and closed. Not reclusive or remote, but just less of a gimmick, you know?

Thanks!

Now Arriving on Track 69: Paris Hilton

2009-01-23T20:12:00.000-08:00

"Yeah! I swear! She's up there right now," the girl said.

Ellis was the auburn haired model who was throwing the party, celebrating her first Vogue cover. She was from Idaho or someplace and totally hot, but kind of crazy the way all the new girls are.

"She's been up there all night," Jaan nodded, and he was a serious hottie himself, being a professional surfer from South Africa. I was kinda digging on him, actually.

"What's that?" Ana Barros asked, plopping her brow Brazilian ass down on the loveseat next to me. Her arms went around my waist and then her head and body as well, circling me like a caramel serpent until she was lying down with her tummy against my back.

"Paris Hilton is passed out upstairs," I said, reaching for the girl's thigh and pulling Ana's left knee into my lap so I could play with her.

"Oh yeah!" she giggled. "I slipped her a couple sleeping pills after lunch."

"You did?" Ellis laughed. "I put a couple in her margarita."

"How many?" I wondered.

"I gave her like four," Fernanda said, coming in from the pool now that Ana was with us. "She wanted some coke, so I just opened a bunch of capsules."

"What?" Jaan laughed at her.

"I'm not going to waste coke on her!" Fernanda made a face.

"Three…I think," Ellis answered my question and then shrugged. "I didn't invite her anyway."

"You think she's still alive?" I asked no one in particular.

"What?" Ana looked up at me and we all looked at each other.

"She better not pull a Marilyn at my house!" Ellis frowned.

"Nah," Jaan shook his head. "Somebody woulda noticed probably."

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Just somebody woulda noticed if she wasn't breathing, right?" He grinned at me. "Everybody's been fucking her all day."

"Oh!" I gasped and then laughed at the guy, but he was totally serious too. Paris was getting a seriously long train pulled on her ass because this wasn't a small party. There had to be fifty guys there, easy, maybe a hundred with everybody coming and going like they did.

We were sitting in the pool house, just to get away from all the craziness. By the pool and inside the house, it was all crazy. The music was going, there was a full bar and two bartenders working, someone had brought a limo full of strippers and they were dancing and doing who knows what behind the bushes. There'd been at least one good fight that I'd seen, a couple celebrity DJ's going at it, if you can believe that. A lot of kicking and hair pulling until they got pulled apart and tossed in the pool.

Ana was begging for a fuck, kissing my leg, licking my thigh while her hand massaged my cock through the bikini I was wearing. Fernanda had sat down with Jaan on big bean bag chair and she had her hand under his t-shirt, playing with his nipples just to tease me. If I had Ana, she was going to get my favorite toy.

Ellis looked older, but she was just 15 and she didn't know what she wanted. I knew she wasn't a virgin, but she'd already confessed that she'd never been with another girl. She was curious, but I wasn't going to fuck with her. At least not until I got a lot more drunk than I was. When she moved over to sit on the floor next to me and Ana it was time to move.

"I'm gonna go check on Paris," I decided. My cock was hard as a rock and watching Fernanda sucking Jaan's tongue wasn't making me real happy. I'd brought him, but 'Nana was gonna make him cum and we both knew it. The bitch gave me a little wave without taking her mouth of his.

"What? Don't go!" Ellis whined softly, reaching for my hand as I stood up.

"Stay here," Ana said in her Portuguese accent. "We lock the door, nobody fucking see what we're doing to her."

She was talking about Ellis, of course, and Ana was hot for her. They didn't need me and I just smiled and slipped away.

"Shit!" I laughed when I saw Paris sprawled naked on the bed. She was snoring, so that was good. At least she wasn't dead.

There were a couple dozen unopened condoms on the nightstand and about eight used ones plastered to the woman's stomach and tits. Another dirty rubber was hanging out of her mouth, open end down, of course. Her freshly shaved cunt was raw and pink, with fat, greasy labia splayed lewdly to prove that she'd been fucked numerous times. Not everyone had bothered with protection either. A goopy trail of semen was leaking out of her pussy and a large puddle of fuck juice stained the sheets beneath her ass.

Someone had cum on her face too, a couple someone's maybe, as I climbed on top of her. Hilton's eyes were pasted shut with half-dried sperm and her hair was stiff with it. I fucked my cock inside her easily, hardly feeling a thing and that girl was seriously stretched out! It was going to be awhile before I'd be able to get off. All I was doing was churning up the cum inside her, squishing it out with sploshy fart sounds and that was no good. I hated fucking with a condom on my dick anyway.

She rolled over easy enough and I put the woman on her side, adjusting her legs and smiling to myself as I saw her asshole still looked tight. Apparently nobody had bothered with that hole yet nd I peeled off the condom and leaned into the bitch, grunting with the effort of splitting Hilton's tight little asshole with my cock. She was nice and snug too. Not terribly tight and it was obvious Paris wasn't a stranger to anal sex, but I thought I was the first one in on this particular day, so that was cool.

I fucked into the girl hard, as hard and fast as I could while I held her shoulder and pulled the slut against me. She felt it. Paris was moaning sleepily, not waking up or anything, but probably just dreaming about getting ass fucked by her daddy or something. Sick cunt. I did love fucking her in the butt though. She was hot in there and nice and dry, the friction was awesome as her rectum would clench itself around my cock and suck on it like a baby's mouth. I swear, her ass felt better than a lot of pussy I'd fucked. But maybe that was just because it was hers.

I rode her for a good five minutes before I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I slammed my girlish cock as deep as I could get it, feeling my balls jerk upward with that familiar sensation of spewing a hot load of fresh cum into someone special. I was grinding that bitch, rolling my ass and hips, gyrating lewdly while I played with my tits. I was going to make it last as long as I could. I wanted to fill her bowels with my seed and I was pinching and pulling my thick nipples in an effort to keep those spasms coming.

But of course it was all over much too soon and I finally pulled my softening cock free of Hilton's asshole with a soft, wet plop. I wiped my penis off on her face and then used her hair to finish the job. I made sure her legs stayed the way I wanted, the right leg straight beneath her and the left pulled up high and bent at the knee. The next guy who came along would see the dirty sperm oozing from her asshole and he'd know what to do.

I hoped he had a monster cock.

My big writing tip...seriously

2009-01-23T20:11:00.000-08:00

This is from a reply to a different post in a different forum, but it sums it up good enough for here...

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Heyyyy :)

You know, when I first started posting to online sites, my first hundred stories were all short. 2000 words for me was a long story back then. I wrote hundreds of them. Some real stories, some just scenes really. But they were complete, they gave me tons of valubale experience with just building a story, or part of a story, posting to public opinion, and withstanding comments good and bad. Gradually I started getting longer and more ambitious and my first few years really served me well and continue to influence my approach and mind set to writing.

I think some readers, not necessarily yourself or anyone here, but some reader get the big eyes and have been sitting on an idea or two for a long time before trying to write it as a story. They end up starting something very large and very involved without the experience or the tools to really tackle the job. I think a lot of the incomplete stories we see are by relatively new authors who just gave up in frustration, or from time issues that they didn't anticipate. Others were perhaps frustrated by scores or feedback (or lack thereof) ...and that's too bad.

When people have asked me for advice (as if I know anything) I always say start small. No multi-chapter stories, just 2-5K words, crank it out and post it and do another one. Do a bunch of those. Not good for everyone perhaps, but that is my advice because it worked well for me. It was like taking little babysteps into the kiddie pool before I went for the diving board.

My suggestion to you, is to complete your stories by changing the code on SOL or asking Lazeez to do it. Mark them as complete where they sit, and start something new. The yellow stripes go away, you get some emails from people saying "Why did you do that?" but the monkey is off your back with just a little pain and you're free to try something else. Plot and outline your stories in advance, identify where things are happening and especially the end. Write towards a specific goal with a clear path in front of you. It's methodical and I don't like it personally, but it is useful to demonstrate a process that you can later intuit.

Does that make sense? I'm never sure when I try to talk about this stuff. The important thing is to move forward. Unfinished business that will always remain unfinished, needs to be dropped. You can always go back to a completed story and add to it. I've done it with a dozen of mine and I have a bunch waiting for a continuation that I marked complete because I didn't know when I'd be able to get back to them. They're my strategic reserve :)

Best always,
rache

Someone doesn't like my blog nyah nyah nyah

2009-01-23T20:10:00.000-08:00

That's pretty funny. Someone emailed me the other day, yesterday in fact, before I turned off anonymous feedback, and said my blogs suck. He ignores them completely as irrelevant and a waste of time. Maybe he's the same guy who emailed Bradley Stoke, I dunno. I'd like to see that email, maybe it's not too late to change my evil ways. I get a lot of hate mail so it's hard to keep track.

My big question is if I'm so completely boring to someone, why does he feel the overwhelming compulsion to tell me about it? I'm presuming that the other 50,000 people who didn't email me have more sense than that. But that is a lot of presuming!!

Here's my opinion on my blog. Not your blog, because everyone has their own purpose and requirements and I don't know what they are. But I do know mine.

My blog is here first of all to give me a place to say whatever I feel like saying. Not to inform anyone. Not to validate myself or my decisions. Not to announce news or details about my life or writing. It's a big closet into which I can shout at the top of my lungs.

Once you understand that, it all becomes much clearer, doesn't it?

I have no overwhelming desire to explain myself or my stories. I do it largely out of habit, but even so that is so much work and how many people really care what the subtext was in Reasons Until After? I mean, if I have to explain it to a reader, well, that reader shouldn't be reading me, probably. I'm much happier with the people who "get" me right off the bat, as our most of us, I'm sure.

On the other hand, and I have three of them, I usually do try to make a valid point someplae in my ranting. Whether it's expressed clearly or not is another issue altogether. The only time I go into concise, ultra-wordsmith mode is when I get pissed. I sound like a professor when I get angry and I'd much rather sound like a spoiled 9 year old.

My blog is meant for entertainment purposes only. They're cartoons without the stupid thought bubbles and muffin feet. Caricatures of social discourse which should arouse anything but apathy or I haven't done my job. Of course part of that responsibility rests squarely on the shoulders of the reader as well and unfortunately some people are just born apathetic. Like some people are contrarians and others can only pose negative reasons to any given solution. It's in their blood and I have a hunch such people are only rarely happy, which is too bad. Happiness is severely underrated in my opinion.

Writing this makes me happy, regardless of feedback and minority opinion. It cheers me up. For that reason, and since no animals are hurt in the production of my blog, I think no one should really be complaining about it. Not even you! Complaining about an SOL blog entry is like complaining because someone in China is flying a kite. You can't even see it unless you make the effort personally...Wow! That's the worst analogy I've made all week! But you know what? It's making me giggle.

That's what my blog is for.

And for my next magic trick...

2009-01-23T20:09:00.000-08:00

Hmmm...What's left to rant about?

I just popped off a note to the admin people to de-volunteer myself as a reviewer. I just don't have a lot of time for extra-curricular activities and I wasn't really good at it anyway. I kind of approached the subject as an exercise in creative writing more than a practical, factual commentary on a particular story. My opinions were my own and I stand by them, but so far as what would serve the authors and the site best...It probably isn't me, at least not in that capacity.

I did get a lot of email about my reviews though, a number of them, like 6 or 7 different readers, basically commented that my reviews were more often better than the stories. I'm not sure how true that is, I certainly reviewed a number of very well written stories. My reviews might have been funnier, but I doubt they were better in all or even some cases.

It was fun though. I enjoyed the writing a lot. I was supposed to read Ken Randall's "Charlotte's Movie"
and I sorta, kinda promised him an opinion, if not a full review of it. I'm still working on it. It is a nice piece of writing he deserves much credit and I sincerely urge all of you to take a look at codes and synopsis and then take a chance on it. I'm just a very slow reader and it is a lengthy story. But I'm getting there!

I guess I can rant about reviews, since I have read them, written them, and been subject to them...I have a pretty good perspective, I think.

What I dislike about reviews are that many of them are too short. I mean, they say "I like this story..." and take maybe two paragraphs to say that and the end. Look at the review for Charlotte's Movie, for example. I just don't see the purpose of those. Here I'll post the review in its entirety:

Review by y2 [other reviews by y2]
Reviewed: 2007-03-11

It starts off just like any other teen romance, except one of the teens is a slutty daughter of porn stars. And while the story is predominantly a sex story, it is nice to know that porn stars are people too :p

This is a story about love, life and everything in between. It is a story about consequences, and about tollerance. And there is great sex...

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Now I know some people will opine that such a review is all that's necessary. That's all a reader or an author should expect. But I know for a fact that Ken wants more from a review than that. If it was my story I'd want something more. It's public feedback. It's a message from one reader to alllllll the other ones. If you could email every person on SOL about a story, is that all you'd want to say?

Maybe that's why I tended to go a little overboard with my own reviews, I'm not sure. Obviously I have that sort of attitude and ego. But it baffles me, it really does and that isn't the review or the only reviewer I can point at with my unhappy finger.

Fuzzy...Come on, dude! You give everybody tens all the time (except me heh!) or it seems that way. That's the perception people have about a Fuzzy Wuzzy review. Paula Abdul :)

There's a limited number of slots for reviewers and I'm not saying it should be a full time job, or carries any specific obligation to select stories a reviewer won't like, but I'd like to see the selection mixed up a little more. A negative review isn't necessarily a bad thing. It doesn't have to be brutal and an honest opinion of a less than average story can be beneficial to the author. I've beaten up some people in my reviews, but generally they came right back at me asking me to look at a new story and see if I thought it was better, or asking for some more information on what I liked and disliked. Give authors some credit because sometimes it looks like the reviews avoid anything that can be construed as negative.

Not true, I know! They're getting ready to mug me, because some of them do in fact review stories that they didn't necessarily enjoy and they do tell us about it. But in between those few lower than average scores, the reviw board is generally a flood of 9's and 10's ...But people like to say nice things. It's much easier to read, finish, and want to review a story we find enjoyable. That's human nature, so I understand it. I'm not asking for a flood of really mean reviews, far from it. I'm just making an observation without really having a good answer.

The scores...I dunno. an 8 is the new 5 it seems to me. I mean everyone gets eights and so that's the middle of the bell curve. basically the scale for stoies, reflected in reviews, is 7-10...a four point scale with anything less than a six being punishment. Maybe it's a love hate thing. "I love your story, I give you a 10, I hate your story I give you a six, because I don't want to hurt your feelings."

Of course I get 1's all the time, so I'm biased about scores.

I'm just rambling on. I'd like to see a small paranthetical number next to the title on the New Stories and Updates pages specifying how many stories that particular pen name has on the site. Just to make it super-readily apparent who is a new author posting his/her first story and who has posted 65 stories. Of course I'm saying pen names, so an uthor could have a hundred stories and have story number 1 under a new name. That's okay.

I suggest this mostly because when I look for stories to read I much prefer first time authors over the established ones and it's a pain going to everyone's homepage over and over to see how prolific the individual is. I also think new authors should be reviewed much more often than they are. It's kinda hit in miss because reviewers go off synopsis and codes and probably by author name if they have a favorite. A new author cannot be a favorite, obviously, so they don't get that little advantage. It's just something i'd like to see because new authors are the future, stupid as that sounds. I won't be writing forever, a lot of our favorite authors are gone, or busy, or retired, or in jail, whatever. Time marches on and we're all replaced by our children, so I always think new authors should be kind of spoiled like children.

My opinion anyway.

So that's about all I got to say and see ya later!
rache

I turned off anonymous...

2009-01-23T20:08:00.000-08:00

I know I said I'd never do that, but I lied. At least I can admit that. Not so much for content, although I must admit I've gotten a couple heartbreakers lately, but mostly because I want to put a name with an opinion, start my database of morons, and when I'm in charge I'll know precisely how many bullets I need to buy.

Just kidding. I wouldn't really shoot anybody. I'd just make them answer my anonymous email for awhile.

Except...I haven't got any any more!!!!

But I did get one good one, which almost changed my mind and it says (the "cite" function is broken)

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Anonymous to me show details 7:35 pm (16 hours ago)

Reply Re: Now that I've cleared that up...
Posted : 2009-01-19 - 10:15 pm
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The biggest problem with your argument is the
assumption that anyone can craft a well-written
synopsis.

A secondary issue is that graphic descriptions of
sexual activity will by their very nature engender
stronger physical and emotional responses from
readers. This means a negative reaction to erotica
content will be greater than almost any negative
reaction any other genre will generate. This is
why codes need to exist... because until and
unless writers can (or are willing to) create
synopses that will allow readers to make a
determination whether or not they will enjoy a
story, correctly coding a story goes farther to do
this than anything else.
==============================

Which demonstrates precisely what I mean when I say we have to change our entire mindset and get creative and adventurous and take a chance. Of course 99% of all the authors on the net suck. They shouldn't merely be using codes, they should be using training wheels on their keyboards, but that will never ever change. Porn deserves story codes, I won't argue that. What I'm looking for is legitimate erotica of a quality consistent with getting on the New Yorkl Times best seller list...Sans codes.

Now that's a pipe dream and I'm not arguing that either. But if nobody ever tries,then it'll never happen for sure! We won't even get close to that level of acceptance, and realisatically, "Close" is all I'm shooting for. Not personally, but as a community, as a social element. Close would be good. But we'll never get there saying "Until writers learn to write a decent synopsis...We'll use codes to do it for them" (to paraphrase)

That's a catch-22 isn't it?

Don't learn to write a decent synopsis because we have codes...Don't do away with codes because nobody ever had to write a real synopsis before.

Keep the codes! I like the codes 9 times out of 10...But I'd like to have the option of saying "I didn't code this work at all" and NOT be flamed for my decision. See? That's the key, turning the culture around so that it isn't uncommon to try an uncoded story and accepting the responsibility that comes with reading, instead of sticking the author with the onus 24/7

That's kinda my point, I think. I probably need to think about all of this more before I open my big mouth. But like Whitey used to say: A faint heart never fucked a pig!

Anyway, I admit my thoughts are not organized. I have only a general and vague idea of what I want to say, so I'll understand if I'm confusing anyone. My apologies for that.

rache

Now that I've cleared that up...

2009-01-23T20:06:00.002-08:00

(Excuse the typos, this is off the top of my head)

This place really needs a sense of humor, I swear. With few exceptions, and you know who you are, the SOL crowd is largely a mirthless bunch. Easily confused, very nit-picky, firmly entrenched in the outdated traditions of our pornographic forefathers, and lazy to boot.

I take that back. It's not just SOL, it's anywhere online that more than a dozen people gather for mutual masturbation in the Socratic circle jerk otherwise known as erotica. SOL is actually better than some places where authors take themselves so seriously they have to give blood if they want to print a chapter for grandma. But at least those forums are fun because it's always good sport to light a man's principles on fire and watch him run around in circles. If the village is crowded enough...well, look what happened to Chicago!

That wasn't no cow, Laz...that was porn!

So me, being me and utterly bored with reading daily blog notes that say "I changed two to's to too's today; see my update..." I rather enjoy being a little non-sensical, overly dramatic, and even irrelevent in my posts. A few people get a few of my jokes, some catch the puns, some can even tell when I'm trying to be serious without looking like I'm being serious, and vice versa. I'm grateful for that much at least.

Of late I've been accused of being a racist, which is kind of funny but who knows, I suppose it could be true. I'm a minority female and I generally think all white guys are cute and all black guys have huge dicks and all those people who live in yurts smell like goats. I wouldn't deny anyone the inalienable right to play video games based on any of my stereotypical observations, but I might have a problem with sharing my toothbrush.

Anyway, back to racism and accusations thereof, which is a serious deal in this day and age...as it should be. Racism is a bad thing as a general rule, but the allegations have been made that using the interracial code and elements thereof indicates a racist story. People who enjoy reading and writing those sorts of stories are all racists and exploiting minorities. This was a very real discussion, a serious one, and I couldn't let remarks like that go by. Not in good conscience anyway, and after selling my soul for that wine cooler when I was fourteen, what else do I have left?

I won't go into all of it here, but suffice to say that it's precisely that sort of thing I hate about large sites catering to the broad spectrum of viral enthusiasms plaguing the internet. Like SOL, for example. Rather than bringing people together for the common good of all mankind, sharing our collective wisdom through the pain numbing discourse of elegant prose...We're stuck debating the callous implications of story codes and the significant threat their very existance poses to the future of humanity.

Okay, so maybe I'm exagerrating a little. Nah. Story codes are tools of nazi propaganda, used to delude the masses with a false sense of security and lull the vigilant among us to sleep and dream of a pornographic utopia free of independant thought, selfish motivation, and deliberate misrepresentation of intent, content, and manifest social value.

Or at least that's what I took away from the argument, along with a sketchy history lesson and a gift-wrapped box of chocolate covered guilt. You'll understand if I returned it unopened.

Someday, if I can be serious and try to formulate a thought brooding in the back of my admittedly small brain, I'd like to see online erotica elevated to something more than a collection of scribblings with less literary respect than Archie and Jughead. Even in the real world of published literature, the "Classics" of erotica familiar to the average adult can be tabulated on the tines of your salad fork.

So what chance does online erotica stand of rising to something at least worthy of acknowledgement if not acceptance? Pretty good, I think. Not now or in the immediate future, but someday. Online publishing is still very much in its infancy, still struggling to compete with the convenience and profitable infrastructure of paper publishing. Sooner or later though technology will allow the equivalent of well-wron paperbacks, profits will go up because trons cost less than trees, even the recycled ones from your bathroom, and once the scales tip, as they eventually must, there will be a headlong rush to define, implement, and refine the publishing business in its new and modern incarnation.

When that happens, with any amount of luck, there will be greater opportunities for those few gifted authors toiling at producing erotica for SOL and Literotica and other places to gain some foothold with mainstream markets and push the envelope of that defines popular entertainment. The niche markets that already exist, like America's Best Erotica series, will find themselves well positioned to explot the vast library of online material that exists...Not to ressurect old stories, but rather to tap into new authors who have the filthy rich history of the internet to learn from.

And I guess that's my point here. I've never really tried to sort this out before, so forgive me. We should be learning, or at least some of us. Authors, the serious ones, should be using the net to perfect their craft and obviously many of them do and in the meantime work hard to find publication with other work, other stories. Readers, the serious ones, the intelligent who read not just for titillation but for the experience a well-told story may impart, should be working just as hard to encoourage not only their favorites, but new authors as well. They should be willing to experiment, just as authors do, with themes and subject matter, and providing feedback which adds value to the future.

I think we should look at getting away from those aspects of storytelling which are unique to online erotica and find ways to conform with the mainstream. Story codes is a good example. They're unique to online erotica and when I look at wrting as a whole, stories published on and offline in their entirety, story codes are almost demeaning. It's like saying, "Don't read my story because it's good; read it because it has a lot of incestuous sex in it." I understand the necessity and even desire for that and I don't blame anyone for wanting story codes, but I'd like to see them optional. I'd like to see the day when an author can stand on a well-written synopsis and little else without drawing a lot of anger and criticism. I'd like to see the end of the perceived obligation to code every aspect and scene. Until that happens, and some other things, I think erotica will always be a suspicious shadow lurking in the dirty alleyways of public consciousness. Not because they see story codes and laugh, but because those of us who read and write are handicapping ourselves.

It's an ego thing...We're better than this and we should be thinking that way.

or...maybe I'm full of shit. I guess time will tell.

Still sleeping anon?
rache

Same old management...

2009-01-23T20:06:00.001-08:00

This quotation from a recent email I sent will have to suffice as fair notice of contest results:

Thanks for dropping me a line. Unfortunately it seems I was the only one who entered the sweepatakes and so I'm still stuck with the job of being me. I guess it wasn't that great of a prize after all. But I certainly appreciate the thought and your email, it always means a lot and maybe, just like Papa Hemingway, I just need a hug! :)

I'll probably use this email to explain that in my blog, actually.

Best always!
rache

PS - I have changed my password to something rather less predictable.

The rache sweepstakes

2009-01-23T20:05:00.000-08:00

Hi!

As previously promised in a recent author's note posted with some story somewhere (see ASSM: Cinderella 2 Ch.2 - ed) rache is being given away in her entirety. This includes the pen names Kylie X. TS Severe, Jack Valentine and others, as well as the reviewer account Jais Nereis on SOL. Other goodies included are the associated emails, web sites, author accounts for various pay sites, a zillion forums and well, rache on the internet. I'd give you rache off the internet as well, but I still need her body for awhile.

The only fair way to do that is the way it's always been done at McDonalds, which is - first come, first served. To that end here is the login and password for rache at both SOL and the related Gmail account:

rache
murky812

The first caller who logs in and changes the passwords, obviously gets to keep them. A couple emails are already waiting with links and login details for everything else as mentioned previously, like Yahoo, ASSTR, Google, Author Accounts, and forum access, etc. Follow the instructions carefully and you'll be fine. I tried to childproof everything. Just remember...There's no way to contact me for help. I'm gonna be on vacation. Forever. You're on your own, sunshine. If you're not sure you can or want to open that door in event of an emergency, ask for an aisle seat. That's very important.

And I really, really hope you know how to write because you have to finish Cinderella and Girl Fag. If you're not up to that, then you should enter a different contest. Broken Window is optional, I'll leave that one to the winner to play with. Of course, if you don't finish those, I'll never know, but you'll have to live with the guilt.

The lines will be open about 30 seconds after I post this.

Good luck.
rache

What the hell am I doing????

2009-01-23T20:04:00.000-08:00

I got a lot of people asking me that. People wondering where the next chapter of (insert favorite story here) or the next bestiality tale, or the next great lesbian romance, or the next angst driven incestious teen tragedy, etc etc...

Thanks for thinking of me and I appreciate the interest.

Right now I'm writing Cinderella Book 2 which is largely about a pair of German's, a half brother and sister who were born on opposite sides of the Berlin Wall shortly before it came down. Without giving too much away, it's kind of an action/adventure/romance thing and part of a much larger story involving a suermodel looking for revenge on her girlfriend's killers.

It has a transgender code, but like most of my "transgender" stories I basically have a female main chgaracter with a birth defect between her legs. I should probably just write these as straight genetic female tales, but the first chapter of Book 1 was so much fun and so cool, I had to leave it.

I got really slapped down with Book 1 when it appeared. Some people gave me a lot of 1's just out of meanness and it bothered me. Not because I was being scored low, but straight 1's are not scoring, it's slappage. I don't like being slapped.

So I decided I'd write a really great story and make the unknown individuals pay for it by missing out on something worth reading. Unfortunatelly the TG code scares people and they have visions of weird men in drag having sweaty sex with hairy longshoremen.

I generally avoid those myself. So anyway, that's what I'm doing and trying my very best to write something entertaining and worth reading regardless of the explicit sexual content. I've been researching the hell out of Glock pistols...That's the kinda story it is in Book 2.

I'm rambling. Killing time before our flight. Once I finish Cinderella, which will have to run at least 3 books now, I'll be writing again as rache, probably. I want to finish Girl Fag next, we'll see.

Bon voyage!

The trick with anonymous email...

2009-01-23T20:03:00.000-08:00

...is not to ask a question that I would be more than happy to answer. Unless you're planning on reading the reply, in which case a little note like "I'll look for your answer in your blog" would be a big clue. I need clues, as most people are well aware.

I bring this up because I got this anonymous email:

Reply Re: I disagree with whatever Black Knight said...
Posted : 2009-01-16 - 10:50 pm
------------------------------

Where were these comments posted originally? I'd
like to read the full thread if possible.

And it just seemed weird when I slapped my forehead and realized I couldn't reply. Anyway, the original thread may be found by accessing SOL Discussion Group established by Lazeez a few months back on Google. I'm not looking at it right now, but the thread was a recent one about codes and I'm sure you guys can find it.

The group is okay, by the way. A lot of boring stuff there, which interests me not at all, but it is kind of fun to pop in and pick a side and argue something just to see who really believes in what they say and who's just cruising for chicks.

I let myself get picked up once in awhile, most recently I've been getting some decent anal sex on the subject of interracial story codes. Lord knows I can use a good ass fucking too, since it's that time of the month anyway and I hate washing sheets by hand.

Okay? I did something productive today!
rache

I disagree with whatever Black Knight said...

2009-01-23T20:02:00.000-08:00

Originally posted elsewhere, but it's a handy rant...

===========================

I disagree. I think codes are a courtesy that have become twisted into some strange obligation by their pervasive use. A well written synopsis should provide enough information for someone to decide if he/she is interested in a story. The codes come into play not for people intersted in a story, which may reasonably be expected to contain elements unappealing to an individual, but for people who want to jerk off. Codes are essential to porn readers because they don't want to waste time looking for their favorite fetish and porn should be coded, just as adult bookstores lump all their cellophane by subject matter. Mom's coming home from bingo in half an hour, gotta get that fix quick!

But stories, real fiction regardless of erotic content, do not require codes, in my opinion, and the idea of coding every single element (as some people have suggested and demanded) is not only excessive and stupid, it's detrimental to the erotica genre as a whole. I've been accused of deliberately mis-coding stories and I'll happily admit it's true. I have no problems with using story codes to further my evil plans, since I am required by convention to use them for the time being. To the complainers, I can only say "It's my story, they're my codes. I own them...You don't like it, write your own story. There's a lot of words out there." Readers own nothing and the frightened reliance upon their good opinion is just a little annoying. Yes I crave it, Yes I love it, Yes I appreciate it to the very soles of my toes, but I'm not going to babysit anyone, nor will I compromise my own requirements on the alter of popularity. Codes, by their nature, induce us to do just that.

We can't "weight" the codes. You can't put a code in context. You can't justify a code. They just sit there, all of them equal, all of them in a pretty row and equal in proportion and weight.They're static and in that sense they can be misleading by their very existence. Codes are not stone fixtured guardians of all that is good and perfect in the world of online erotica, they're merely tools which have been elevated to Godhood like Golden Shovels that must be revered at all costs because to do otherwise would reduce our efforts to chaos.

I'm not against codes, they're great for porn and useful for erotica. I'm just saying they are not the happy horsepill that some people are trying to shove up our collective butts.

uh...I guess that's a good place to stop ranting.

The interracial thing? Kind of a waste of time. Use the synopsis, that's what it's there for. "Little Kyoko likes big black cocks, but her husband Paddy O'Toole is feeling left out...Until he meets, Tajahamatsaddaha, the new babysitter from Bombay!" If people can't figure the story out from that...Oh wait. Sorry. How will the search engine ever find it? Trapped again.

rache

On the question of download numbers...

2009-01-23T20:00:00.000-08:00

This was posted someplace else, but it'll work here...

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The quality of the downloads is what's important, which sounds like a total copout coming from someone who gets less downloads than any other author in this forum, but I have to believe that.

Posting at a place like SOL, for some of us, is a lot like selling our soul to Santa Clause. What I mean is, there are a number of forums where I post bestiality stories and in proportion to the number of users, my download numbers are significant. Like 95% of all active members in most cases and feedback is also much more pronounced. Much more positive and supportive.

Same thing with other specialized forums, like TG and Snuff...But of course we expect that from those places because we are catering to a specific fetish and targeting a specific group of readers who are actively looking for those kinds of stories.

SOL, on the other hand, is just a large community of authors and readers coming together under the umbrella of "Online Erotica" whatever that is. Well, it's everything, and so the disadvantage is that writing a bestiality story will be ignored by the majority of users. A TG story even more so. The target audience is a minority and proportionally smaller than the whole. Makes sense, right? Everyone knows this.

In that way, from that singular point of view, it's not the best situation to post anything out of the mainstream to a site like SOL. The return is minimal when compared to what other, more popular authors enjoy and while we understand and try to ignore that fact, human's by nature are competative. Our social development is based on comparative teaching and so too our self-image is based on subjective opinion of others. Being compared unfavorably for any reason is not a path to happiness.

So why do it? That's the selling part, in that I'm trading my comfort for the opportunity to reach a wider, more diverse readership. For a brief time I played with middle of the road porn, mainstream themes, and I spent a year writing trash like "Dick" and "Babysitter's First Time" and basically a lot of stories that were very popular, but I rate just below the back of my Fruit Loops box. A lot of people think that was my peak, and perhaps so.

I had to do it though as I came to understand that I couldn't walk in throwing out snuff, bestiality, and hardcore lesbian stories and gain immediate acceptance. I had to build an audience first. 2006-2007 was my throw-away year for that purpose. Now that I have a fanbase on SOL and some minor name recognition outside those forums where I'm worshipped as a goddess, I can move away from writing mainstream tripe and work on other things that are important to me. For the time being my interest is in transgender. I don't know why and doubtless it will wear off eventually, after I've exhausted my explorations, and then I'll do something else.

I'm never completely happy at SOL and I never will be. I resent a lot of what I see there, a lot of what I experience at the hands of voters and anonymous emailers. But the quality of my audience, I think, makes up for its lack of membership. The new readers who come in expecting to find my stories shocking and repulsive, and then email me with valuable comments and criticism, even praise for seducing them into trying something different...That's why I'm there and why I'm writing unpopular fiction. It's why I sold my soul to Santa and I keep asking him for an AK-47 in my stocking, but...

//rant
//rache

My secret pedophiliac love affair with you...

2009-01-23T19:57:00.000-08:00

...The reader.

I’m lumping you all together, which may be good or bad and probably a bit of both. Readers are like spoiled children, authors are probably worse, but I’m talking about you right now. Spoiled little 13 year old boys who have only just learned how to play with their pee-pees and they refuse to stop. They jerk off at the dinner table. They jerk off at school, church, and while waiting to get a lollipop from the dentist.

If they’re happy, they jerk off with a smile. When they’re sad, they jerk off with big alligator tears dripping onto their pink little balls. If they’re angry, they jerk off anonymously onto your pillow and go to sleep jerking off while they imagine the look on your face when you find it.

That’s a whole lot of jerking off, let me tell you. I know, because I’m one of the babysitters. While mom and dad are out there declaring war on Iraq, and setting the prime lending rate, and trying to figure out how to get all that flavor in one little stick of chewing gum, they leave their spoiled little brats in my loving care. Or in the care of someone like me and I have a bone to pick with them too.

I was looking through blogs, largely researching my upcoming paper on sexism in online porn, and I was continuously struck by the number of entries saying something like this:

“Please vote for me. Please. Please, oh please vote!”

Perhaps not in so many words and occasionally in precisely that many words. That is an example of a bad babysitter. She’s going to end up held down, tied-up, and gang-raped by a bunch of thirteen year old boys. Not a bad thing really, considering the babysitter in question is the same age, obviously, and so no laws are broken. Nobody is hurt or traumatized for life. She’s asking for it and they’re giving it to her. My only real issue with the whole affair is that it makes the rest of us look bad when we don’t put out for the kiddies in our care.

Much like the author’s who say:

“If I don’t get more email, I won’t finish my story!”

Now there’s a girl who has spent way too much time in Daddy’s lap. She expects that twenty dollar’s after every hug now, even the ones that don’t involve getting a finger up her hairless snatch so Daddy can make sure his little big girl is all grown-up on the inside too. That’s the problem with playing mommy in the basement: You start to believe her shoes will fit. But mommy is a busy woman and she doesn’t just sit at home collecting sperm from the mailman all day, she’s working 9-5 and getting the kids to school, and making sure the laundry gets done, and the bills are paid, and the dishes are clean. She’s working hard and after the story is finished, Daddy spoils her with dinner, drinks, and dancing to remind her how beautiful she looks doing it.

Or he should.

Awfully hard to spoil a girl if she’s demanding everything though. I myself ask for nothing, or at least I try. Everyone slips up every now and again, but even so, I very rarely ask and in that way even the little things are a surprise. That’s part of my evil plan, by the way, one of the keys to being a happy and successful underachiever: Never beg! It’s not only demeaning personally, but it makes all the rest of us look bad.

And that’s my real issue here - Looking bad by association.

“I’m sorry I wrote the story that way. Do you want me to change it? I can do it. I just want to please my fans. Please, just let me know.”

I saw something like that a number of times as I was back-reading the blogs. And not always by the whiny 13 year old girls with weight problems, acne, and ugly shoes. Some of them were doubtlessly (I hope) facetious, but some definitely weren’t. It’s those that I’m talking about, and I do not include authors looking for input on the next chapter, which is wholly reasonable. I’m talking about people who have finished a story and moved on, but just can’t live with not being loved.

I can understand it coming from them, self-image is a big deal when you’re that age and we all went through that one summer when we were ugly (even though we really weren’t) and for a small number of otherwise beautiful young women, they never recovered. They’re stuck forever in that stupid dress, with that silly hair and ugly braces. No boy will ever love them. No fully grown man with his very own car will ever want to shove his cock inside her eager womb. She can never be tall enough. Her tits will never be big enough. She’ll always weigh one pound too much.

She’s disgusting.

But only because she begs and whores her ass around the net like a wanton slut trading pussy for love. All I can say is “Find Jesus, sister!” He’s working at a little taco place just off Sunset. He’s dark and greasy, he sneers when he smiles, and rubs his crotch everytime a girl walks by. Find the man, order a big enchilada with extra sauce to go, and chow down out back by the dumpster. Don’t worry about your skin, or hair, or even the scale in your bathroom. Get yourself laid and walk away from the experience sore, dumb, and happy. Knocked up too. Bring some Jesus home for the folks.

Here’s a clue…Thirteen year old boys will fuck anything patient enough to let them get over their fear. You don’t have to bribe them. All you have to do is wait, make soft little sighing sounds, and play with your belly button. One will break away from the herd and after he’s done, and survived the ordeal, they’ll be all over you like Boys to Men on Mariah Carey, and then…What? A thousand words already? I’m out of time.

rache

Tiffany and Start Trek Stuff and...stuff

2008-12-16T20:13:00.000-08:00

The obligatory picture of someone I don't know named Tiffany

congratulations to me

2008-12-02

no, I didn't get a million downloads yet, I'm only halfway there. But I got the next best thing to that: my PhD. I'm just bragging cause its a big deal and I already told everyone else. You guys are the last to know :))) someone has to be and that's how much i love you!

rachael

oh..kylie deleted "eyes wide open" today, in case you're wondering where it went. no explanation will be forthcoming. thanks.

Star Trek and the Holidays

2008-11-14

Hi...I'm putting the second episode of Star Trek Season Five up. There's a prologue and eight chapters, so the prologue is going up alone at first, and daily posting of 2 chapters each for the next four days.

The story begibns after the cliffhanger ending of episode one, cause that sorta makes sense, right? Duh! I'm pretty hectic right now.

I was going back to the states for Christmas, but due to kind of unexpected circumstances, I find myself needing to go back sooner than that. I have a little meeting with my Department Chair and I'm buying a lot of chapstick for it :))) It's kinda the biggest deal of my life, more than marriage, more than bleeding myself out in a bathtub, this is serious. I'm kinda hyper.

So, we're taking off this Monday morning, very early and landing like ten minutes after wwe leave half a world away, thanks to the vagueries of time travel and daylight savings being over. It is right? My laptop says so, and I'll be enjoying Thanksgiving with friends and family. Getting fattened up for the slaughter. Ohhhh...Christmas is coming early this year! I'm excited. And I'll have Christmas to gloat...or cry, but I'm hoping for the former. And New Years I can get drunk and make resolutions I won't keep and...After that, back to the airport and back to work!

So, I'll be low profile. This story is my last post of 2008 to SOL.

Thanks!

About This Blog

2008-12-16T20:12:00.002-08:00

This blog sucks

My New Me, My New Blog

2008-12-04

I'm setting up an external blog for no other reason than I'm bored and I want an excuse for not writing fiction.
The other night (Monday, 01 December) I was rather inebriated. Intoxicated, you might say, with my success. I killed a few minutes telling the world about it and I must apologize to some of you. I was letting off some of the stress that had been building over the long summer. I wrote my doctoral thesis and it was published, paving the way for my dissertation and public defense of that same article.

Upon getting published I experienced an ominous calm, a dreadful silence really. Thankfully, having spent much of my adult life posting unwanted (and often unpopular) erotic fiction to sites like SOL, I'm used to getting little or no feedback. It seems, however, that unlike ham-fisted perverts who are simply too lazy to offer commentary, academics simply read slower. Doubtless they jerked off, sitting on their toilets with the latest professional journal quivering in their excited fingers as they pumped and pulled and otherwise rendered critical judgment on my life's work (to date)...And then they called and emailed and offered me opinion, fact, and irrelevant supposition. I was praised and flamed, often in the same breath, and it was quite an experience. Joan of Arc? Maybe not, but the allusion pleases me to no end. We all want to be martyrs for our beliefs.

When they said "...first week of December." I didn't know they meant the first goddamn day in December!

That hurt quite a lot, which was perhaps their intention, I'm not sure. I'm not usually so cynical. I lectured for a little over an hour and then fell back into a defensive posture I like to call "Stalingrad." It was cold and bloody and by the end of it we were all speaking German. Historical metaphors rarely make sense, so I don't even try. Somehow, by the end of a very long day with breaks for lunch, tea, and the occasional vomiting session in the restroom, I was deemed worthy of the honorific title "Doctor" and I shall be vested in mid-January. Myself and a number of others, live and on-stage before a captive audience just returned from the holidays and in hardly any sort of mood to clap politely and offer congratulations around a large bowl of meager punch.

Life continues. I continue. And I never really believed I would reach this point in my life. At one time it was the only thing I wanted. The goal that quite literally kept me alive. When I had no other reason, I had this, and now it really is mine. It begs the question that should have been asked, but never was...What am I supposed to do now?

rache

what I did on my rainy vacation

2008-12-16T20:12:00.001-08:00

2008-11-11

blah blah blah

I didn't write anything, that's for sure, but I am working on my website and for the moment it is up and running and people have been asking where. Here...

Rachael Ross Archives

There are some stories there that you won't find here, but I have a whole directory called "fix me" with like 300 stories in it that I work on from time to time and someday I'll get those on my site too. For SOL readers, my web site doesn't offer a whole lot except a chance to wonder why I'm so weird. But feel free to take a look, it doesn't cost anything.

Ummm...what else?Oh! If you find broken links and you have opportunity and motive, let me know where. I'm sure I have some and I'm still running through the site myself, clicking on every link and making sure they work.

Anyway, that's what I'm doing and contrary to popular belief, I'm not really dead :)

"Family Enslaved" repost notes.

2008-12-16T20:11:00.000-08:00

2008-11-06

I'm rebuilding my websites, as some of you may or may not know and care. It's tedious and boring and caters to my obsessive-compulsive disorder like you wouldn't believe. It also affords me the opportunity to revisit older stories and groan at my mistakes.

Family Enslaved is a reasonably popular story, not so much on SOL where BDSM and incest are just to the left of mainstream appeal, but in general, Family Enslaved has proven itself enduring to sites catering to those particular interests…Makes sense, right?

Originally, it started as a single chapter posted to BDSM.yada-yada, I forget what it's called. The popular BDSM story site, anyway, it was called "Slave Daddy" and basically encompassed what is now chapter one and the first few hundred words of the twisty restaurant scene in chapter two. After a dozen emails and repeated requests for a continuation, rache sat down and cranked out fifteen more chapters over a rather pleasant week in Australia, if we remember correctly. That was not easy, I assure you, because Australia is a lot like Disneyworld. Except more funner. A LOT more funner and finding time to write was exceptionally difficult. Mostly I did it between 5am and 8am with a lot of coffee and aspirins.

Anyway, having just reread and edited the story in its entirety, we're reposting it to SOL and I thought I'd point out some things here. Trivial stuff that nobody cares about. You know.

One thing that I should explain, perhaps needlessly for real scholars of Rachael's work, is that the "Susan" and "Katrina" are the first versions of the "Keri" and "Eve" characters from the story "Secret Way of It" which is part of RBVS. We like to recycle characters a lot, looking for ways to make them better or just different and often times writing one story will lead directly to writing something seemingly unrelated, as it did in this case. Susan is the direct forebear of Keri and it's pretty obvious looking back at them side-by-side. Same thing with Katrina and Eve.

It's more interesting from a writing perspective, I suppose, but some readers could probably appreciate the connection. My own opinion has always been that most of my stories, and characters, are part of a larger, all encompassing storyline. They all inhabit the same universe and so I've never had problems referencing other characters and stories in our writing. Most often such things go unnoticed, but sometimes they're more evident.

Ummmm…We don't write a lot of "serious" BDSM for online publication, although at times it seems like I do. In reality there are only a few rache stories giving the subject a serious treatment. "Of Sand and Pipers" is the obvious one, of course, "Beautiful Purpose" as well and those are largely a true story anyway. I like drawing from my own experiences for such stories. "Family Enslaved" is another, although obviously it's complete fantasy, but we used it as a vehicle for philosophy, as much as anything else. Susan, the narrator, does an awful lot of explaining in the story. There's a ton of exposition about how and why she's doing something.

Much of what she says is subjective, meaning she's expressing opinions and rationale unique to her perspective, but nonetheless, she gives us a lot of information as to motive. Most of what she explains comes from me, which isn't always the case in our fiction, but that's why the writing is much more deliberate and precise in the story. Susan's "thing" is clarity and I have to confess that it's my thing as well. BDSM offers that for me and it was the main theme I wanted to explain through the story.

I'm not a Domme by any stretch, although I do Top for CBT. I'm usually meek and submissive and I like being the bottom. The nice thing is that being a Top or bottom really doesn't change anything, so far as understanding is concerned. I have to know and understand what my Top is doing and why before I can trust him and so I do feel confident taking that perspective for the narration. It also gives me a chance to create my idealized Top, which is fun. The perfect partner.

So that's what I was doing and where the story is coming from. It's over-the-top a little, plot-wise certainly, and the characters are all minor gods living among mortals, but that's the nature of fantasy. The writing is pretty good, very crisp and clean. For whatever reason I seem to slip into a different style when I do BDSM. It's almost clinical and detached emotionally and I struggle to overcome that. It's my need for clarity getting in the way of my intentions to entertain. I find myself worrying more over content and exposition than the story, unfortunately. But even so, it is a good read for people into incestuous BDSM and FemDom especially.

That's all I have to say about it. Look for version 1.1 when it reposts, I just added it to the queue a minute ago, so it should be up in a few hours or by the end of the day, when Lazeez finds time.

Anything else?

No.

Thanks.

Public Notice #1031-08A

2008-12-16T20:10:00.002-08:00

2008-10-30

This notice is to inform the general public that Rachael Ross is now closed until further notice. This interruption of services directly impacts posts, reposts, reviews, emails, blogs, and active participation in any and all forums. Certain functions will continue through preprogrammed automated processes on this site.
Uziel wants to say something before she leaves…

"…and she was blue, huh?" Ricky grinned at me.

"With tits that taste like rootbeer!" Danny giggled and I frowned at them.

"Shut-up," I said.

"You're so full of it, Matt." Ricky slugged me in the arm.

"Fuck you!" I punched him in the thigh.

"Knock it off back there!" Mrs. Hailey, our English teacher, turned around from the whiteboard she was writing on. "Mr. Ford, is there a problem?"

She was staring at me and I shook my head.

"Good…Now, the difference between a simile and a metaphor is…"

Blah blah blah …I shoulda known better than to tell my friends about that blue chick I'd met Tuesday night. They hadn't believed any of it, of course, and now they wouldn't let it go. They were still virgins though, so what could you expect? I wasn't and even if nobody believed me, I knew the truth.

I'd gotten picked up when I was hitchhiking home by a blue chick with silver hair and golden eyes. A hot chick too, she was a babe. Her name was Six, which was weird, but I called her Sixy. She'd let me go all the way with her too, which was insanely cool. My girlfriend, Holly? She got uptight if I even tried to finger her pussy. But that blue girl? She sucked my dick!

Of course, I'd had to talk her into it, you know. I had to give her some Matt Ford charm and talk a lot of suave shit. She wanted to like get married or something. Chicks are like that though, so it wasn't a big deal. She'd cried when I left, telling me she loved me and all that, but she'd given me her virginity, so that was understandable. Everybody knows a girl sorta freaks out when you pop her cherry, but still…It wasn't like I was gonna really marry her!

I was just sixteen and even though she was a total babe, I still had a lot of stuff I wanted to do before getting married. My parents woulda killed me too!

"Uh, gee, Mom…Dad…I met a blue chick and we're gonna get married."

Duh! That wasn't gonna go too far. I'd probably get my ass grounded for a week and it was bad enough I couldn't even get a car until I got a job. If I got married? Oh man! I'd really need a job then and there wasn't any way I was gonna flip burgers my whole life. I don't care how hot the girl is.

I suppose I coulda knocked her up though. I mean, I did cum inside her and everything, but that wasn't my fault. She was like squeezing my dick with her pussy, begging me for my manly ball juice, see? If Six got herself pregnant? It was her fault, not mine. Every girl knows that if they go to the lake with a boy, something's gonna happen. She shoulda been taking some birth control pills if she wanted to fuck. I mean, it's her body, her baby, right? That's what my dad always says.

Halfway through English class there was a rapping on the classroom door. One of the kids who brown nosed in the school office was handing a note to Mrs. Hailey. That happened sometimes, usually when somebody's grandma died or whatever. I took advantage of the situation to punch Ricky in the thigh again.

"Matt Ford!" Mrs. Hailey looked at me and I sat up straight real quickly, figuring I was busted, and Ricky was muttering under his breath.

"Huh?" I looked at her and then I wondered for a second if it was my grandma who was dead.

"You need to go to the principal's office," the old teacher said.

"What? Why me?" I frowned. "What did I do?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "Just get your things…"

The kid who'd brought the note was a girl named Loni Hanson and she was only a ninth grader, but kinda hot anyway.

"Hey Loni," I smiled at her. "What's goin' on?"

"You're on the TV," she said with a grin.

"What?" I looked at her and we walked together towards the offices.

"What do you mean?"

"They're looking for you," she laughed, but wouldn't say anything else.

"Yeah, whatever," I rolled my eyes cause she thought it was funny, whatever it was.

"Go straight in, Matt," Mrs. Carlisle, the school secretary pointed towards the principal's office.

"Okay," I dropped my books on a chair.

"…to sources at the White House, the only message received so far has been a demand to, and I quote, ‘…surrender Matt Ford to the 312th Imperial Battle Fleet…' unquote."

"Who is Matt Ford?" the news guy in Atlanta wanted to know, and the reporter just shrugged.

"That's what everyone is asking, Bernie, and my sources say, whoever this Matt Ford is, we need to find him quickly."

The reported sounded serious and I just stood there watching the little television in the principal's office along with a dozen teachers, six students, and the janitor.

"We go now to the Pentagon, where Janice Copeland is standing by," the anchorman said. "Janice, what's happening where you are?"

"Well Bernie, it seems that the original report of a hundred spaceships was wrong…" the woman said a little breathlessly. "The Pentagon now says that there are over a thousand spacecraft in geo-stationary orbits around the globe."

"A thousand?" the black newsman narrowed his eyes.

"More than a thousand, that's right," she nodded. "They're broadcasting the same message in uh, French, German, Spanish…Chinese, Japanese…"

"And that's the message to surrender Matt Ford," Bernie nodded and he played with his left ear. "We're getting a transmission…Uh…Okay, we're…Apparently this is coming from one of the space ships…"

The television flickered and then filled with a rather benign looking man, older and dressed in a military uniform of some kind. He had a lot of medals anyway and he looked like a general, I guess. Except he was all blue, with silver hair and red, pupiless eyes.

"This is Admiral Seventy-Seven speaking to the peoples of Mars…Eh? What?" He leaned over and someone else, equally blue but younger, was whispering in the Admiral's ear.

"Right…" the admiral cleared his throat, "…I'm speaking to the peoples of Earth now, not as the commander of the 312th Imperial Battle Fleet, but as a man. As a father who loves his daughter…

"Oops!" I swallowed hard.

"Matt, there you are," the principal noticed me for the first time. "You have to go to Washington."

"I do?" I blinked at the man.

"They're sending a jet to get you," the principal grinned, like this was pretty funny. "I guess they're rounding up all the Matt Fords they can find."

"Uh…How many is that?" I wondered.

"I dunno, son," the Principal shrugged. "Whoever he is, you probably oughta be glad it isn't you."

"What?" I tried to figure that out.

"…So, I appeal to your better nature; surrender the man who took advantage of my daughter and spare your planet the needless pain and suffering of being blown to bits." The admiral smiled. "I'll give you twelve of your hours to deliver Matt Ford. Have a nice day."

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It turns out there were about seventeen Matt Fords in the United States and a couple more in Canada, and we were all together at the White House, which was pretty cool. The oldest one was like a hundred or something, in a wheel chair and breathing air out of a scuba tank or something. The youngest one was three months old and his mom was holding him, and she looked terribly unhappy.

"Okay…I'm Dick and I'm the President's National Security Advisor," a man said, walking briskly into the room. "Which one of you guys raped the alien?"

We all just sorta looked at each other.

"Well, my son didn't do it," the mother said and the Dick guy waved at her.

"Come on, who did it?" he looked around.

"What, uh, what did she look like?" some guy asked. Well, his name was Matt, obviously, but you know what I mean. He was about 25 maybe and sorta scruffy looking.

"She was blue," Dick said, scrutinizing the man as everyone else moved away from him.

"Nah, wasn't me," Matt shook his head. "I picked up a Mexican chick the other night. Didn't rape her though and she wasn't nothing but pink, know what I mean?"

He grinned and Dick frowned.

"Come on…Which one of you guys…" Dick stared at all of us, talking slow and then his eyes fixed on me and I looked down quickly.

"I, uh…" I cleared my throat, "…We were out by the lake."

Everyone moved away from me.

"Was she blue?" Dick asked and I nodded. "Silver hair?" I nodded again. "Gold eyes too?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "We just made out for awhile and…"

"Shit," Dick growled, like a dog on a bone and I looked up.

"I kinda told her, you know, I loved her," I said. "I didn't think her old man would come looking for me."

"Okay, you come with me," Dick said. "The rest of you…stay here."

I swallowed hard and followed Dick out of the room, down a hallway, and into another room. A round one and it looked sorta familiar, like from TV or movies or whatever.

"Matt Ford. We got him, Boss!" Dick said and the President of the United States let out a big sigh of relief.

I kinda didn't like the sound of that.

end of transmission.
Oct 31 2008 1027AM

The Secret Chapter 666

2008-12-16T20:10:00.001-08:00

Mixed Bag End Notes

2008-10-30

Well, it’s over. Thank goodness! I had a lot of fun and writing a chapter a day and posting every day for two months was quite a little exercise. A wee stretch of the mind and I’ll admit that sometimes I really had no idea what the heck I was gonna write, but it’s good practice and not something I’d want to do all the time.

I got some emails, one reader suggest I stop at a hundred chapters and then start "Mixed Bag Two" …Ummmm…Are you insane??? Heh!

I probably rushed the end a little bit and astute readers will no doubt be aware of that or maybe it’s just me. I really could have used another chapter for Priss, for sure, and probably an additional chapter for Sex Brat, just to explain that story better. But they’re okay, I think. This collection was never really serious, it was a fun thing and escapist entertainment and there weren’t a whole lot of secret messages. A few here and there, in Priss and certainly Imaginary Man was opinionated, I suppose. But in the main, t was really just intended to give us something to read every day for two months and just relax with and enjoy.

The last chapter of Tina, was a tough one for me. The hardest chapter to write and so it was the last one I did. I’m not an action/adventure writer, obviously. I don’t feel comfortable trying to write exciting scenes of physical confrontation. That’s why the story, the desert canyon scene, is what it is. I’m not ready to really try and push myself too far with it. I need to find some stories and read them and understand how the elements come together, because I just don’t really get it yet.

I deliberately with a graphic rape scene, the flashback that Mike relates to Tina. I think it was necessary and it should have been shocking and disturbing, I didn’t really want to try and excite anyone with it, obviously. But it is what the story is about, the vehicle that brings everyone and everything else together and so I think it had to be scene and it had to be as terrible as it could be or it would have been too abstract, too anti-climatic. Not having a big shootout at the canyon, the rape becomes the climax of the action.

After that, I decided to downplay the reunion of Tina and Emily for a variety of reasons. The biggest was simply that I didn’t want to end with too much sugar, or in a frivolous, storybook ending. I wanted Emily to be strong and a match for Tina, actually and kind of switch the two women where Emily actually comforts the Texas Ranger. Neither of them is weak, but they needed that balance, that relationship of equality and it alludes to their happy ending.

So those were my thoughts on Tina, which I just finished proofing 2 minutes ago, so it’s fresh.

The final chapter, which is really just a rant and not a story at all, I was going to post on the 31st for Halloween and end the collection with it, but it isn’t a strong contribution and I’d rather end with Tina than the story of Jack L. …I’m just going to put it in my blog and call it the rant that it is and let it go.

Okay? Thanks for reading and for all the great emails. A few people don’t like the format, but I got a lot of feedback from people who did enjoy it. That was rewarding for me and I think everyone who took the time to drop me their thoughts and encouragement. It was a long strange trip and now that it’s over I can get to work on the stuff I’ve been neglecting. Girl Fag is top of my list…I’ll be looking at that seriously after a brief retreat. I wanna grow my fingernails out again and do some karaoke.

Best always!

rache

Adults Only
Mixed Bag - Chapter 666
The Lonesome Death of Jack L.
By rache

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Story Codes: M/Solo, Mast, Angst
Author's Note: This is a fictional story dedicated to the person who called me 'Culturally Barren' whom I have named Jack L. and any resemblance to any other persons, events, or locations is purely coincidental. No animals were harmed during the writing of this story.
In the words of my old friend Jules, "Are you finished? Yeah? Well, allow me to retort…" -rr

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The mornings were the worst. The surprise of it. Waking up as himself again, as if he'd had a good reason to believe he wouldn't. Jack L…Jack Lazarus rising from the dead. Not reincarnated at all. He'd been dreaming of his father again.

"Do you know what disappointment is, Jackie Lad?" His father always called him that. "It's when you see your kid grow a personality that you don't much care for." His father was fading fast with the sunrise. "That's real disappointment."

Jack sits on the toilet. Not because he needs to, but it gives him an excuse to read his book. He rubs his eyes, feeling the little flecks and bits of morning sleep like grains of sand across his tired face. He opens the book at random. It was his doctor's idea. His therapist, a real head shrinker. Jack L. for Lobotomy.

"Take this book and read a little every morning, Jack. Just read a page or two, not much, and think about it." He'd thrust a skinny paperback into Jack's unprepared hands. It was called 'The Lazy Man's Guide to Self-Help.'

Jack read it aloud, but softly, and his voice echoed off the porcelain and tiles and glass in his bathroom so that there were many voices and many Jack's and they talked all at once.

"Everyone is special. Everyone is unique. I am special and unique. I am a Listener. When I am listening to another person, I am proving my self-worth. It is a shared experience and builds a better world around me. It elevates and…" Jack read for five minutes and then stood, pulling up his boxers and flushing the toilet out of habit, rather than necessity.

"The best part of you ran down your mama's legs." Jack looks around, but the voice is gone. Nobody here but Jack L. "L for Lochia, don'tcha know!" The voice laughs and Jack looks at his book, frowning.

He replaces the book in the small wicker basket on the floor, alongside his old weather beaten copies of Hustler and Penthouse that he's thrown away several times, but always rescues later. They are his guides to self-help too, but he doesn't read them aloud. And they really don't help all that much either.

"She's special. She's unique. I'm special and unique and she wouldn't give me the time of day. I'm a Looker. When I'm looking at her, I'm worthless and immaterial. There is no experience, no world we could share. When I look at her, it lowers me…"

Jack licks his lips and puts his magazines out of his mind.

Jack stands in front of the mirror now. He isn't an ugly man. Nor is he particularly handsome. He is bland and mediocre and eminently forgettable. He stares at himself, memorizing his face and practicing his smiles, again on good advice from his doctor. He has a smile for almost any occasion now. Good news, greetings, and jokes that aren't particularly funny. "Hey Jack, what has four legs and gives blowjobs? You and your mother! Ha-ha-ha!" He has smiles for birthdays, weddings, and funerals, and even when he needs to be patronizing. He is particularly good at patronizing people with a smile and it's strikingly similar to his self-deprecating smile. That's the one he uses most.

Once his face is properly exercised he opens the medicine cabinet and reaches for his toothbrush, but it's the gun that draws his gaze. He isn't supposed to have it, he knows, but there it is all the same. Jack ignores his toothbrush and lifts the weapon carefully, massaging it in his hands. He closes the medicine chest so he can see himself holding the gun.

Sometimes Jack strikes poses with it.

"Jack L." he might say with his best British accent. "Jack License! Licensed to kill!" and he'll point the weapon this way and that, glancing at himself from the corner of his eye.

Other times he'll step back and look at the mirror. "Are you talking to me?" Jack shakes his head and tries again, wetting his fingers under the faucet and shoving them up his nose so he'll sound stuffed up. "Are you talking to me?" He looks around, arching his brows when he turns back to the mirror. "You talking to me? You must be talking to me, there ain't nobody else here!" and he pulls his gun up fast and grins at his reflection.

But today, he just holds it, looking at it. It feels good in his hands, molded just right for his fingers. He rubs it across his crotch and wishes his penis would get hard, just once.

"What's the matter, Jackie Boy? Can't get it up?" The voices echo, bouncing around the tiny room and converging in his head.

"What?" Jack looks around, blinking his eyes.

"You're a real specimen, lover. Homo Non-Erectus!" Her voice now and Jack covers his ears, pressing the gun painfully to his head.

"Jack L. Jack Love! Licensed to thrill." Jack strikes a pose against the woman's laughter, but his penis is limp and he frowns at it like a little boy.

"Get yourself some help, Jack," she says, with no small pleasure. "Get them cut off or something." Jack L…Jack Lobectomy, "Free at last," she giggles and Jack sighs and looks away for a moment.

"Do you know what you are?" Jack's reflection is smiling.

"Omnipotent." Jack holds up his gun, pointing it at the ceiling so his mirrored self can see it and admire its symbolic authority.

But the mirror isn't impressed and the smile changes, from good natured to cruel with just a slight pull of the upper lip. Jack has practiced this many times, knowing its effect on people. "No Jack, that's not right," the mirror chides him like a simple school boy. "You're just impotent, not omni at all."

"Sorry lover, its still 50 bucks." *POP* She's chewing bubblegum and Jack can smell the sugar. He hides his head under the pillow.

"That's okay, buddy," the man shrugs. "It can happy to anybody. You're still a great piece of ass." The door closes softly and Jack rolls over reaching for his pillow and wincing.

"Maybe girls like me aren't your thing." Jack stares at her Adam's apple, bobbing up and down as she talks. "I appreciate the blow job though. You're a real sweetie."

"Daddy?" His little girl waking up, feeling Jack's shadow under her nightgown. "Your little thingy tickles!" Jack slips out without a sound.

"On your knees, bitch!" Jack's Mistress is cruel and domineering, but she can't make his penis hard no matter how hard she hits it.

"You can hurt me if you want, Master." She's begging for it now, bound and helpless and willing. Jack rubs his penis frantically, but it hangs there. Not omni at all, even for someone eager to believe.

"Suck the gun, Jackie Lad!" The voices, bouncing around him, refracting around him now. "Go on, you've tried everything else. Don't be afraid…Suck the gun, laddie!"

And Jack has tried everything. But he never tried sucking the gun.

Jack looks at it, still in his hand. "Jack L." He looks into the mirror. "Jack Loaded. Jack loaded for Lust. Jack loaded but Lacking. Jack loaded and Lame. Jack Lost to everything and everyone." Jack Laughs.

He opens his eyes as wide as his mouth, staring at himself as he pushes the odd shape of the weapon between his teeth. "Just a pull now, Jackie Lad! Don't disappoint me again."

Jack sighs around the barrel and closes his eyes. Impotent meets Omnipotent for a drink. "How's it hangin'?" Omnipotent says with a smirk. "You should know," Impotent replies with a well practiced smile. And while Jack thinks of that, he pulls the trigger.

*SQWACK*
*SPWAT*
*GAHK*

Jack's head jerks backward and he yanks the gun from his lips, cutting the roof of his mouth with the sight. He barely notices the sensation though, or even the small taste of blood. He's choking loudly, trying to cough and regurgitate the piece of plastic lodged in his throat. The rubber suction cup at the tip of the dart is way down in his airway, blocking it and bringing his bland body to sudden life. His lungs flex, heaving for air, and Jack drops the orange plastic pistol to the floor as he tries uselessly to give himself the Heimlich Maneuver.

Jack bounces off walls, crashing into little framed pictures of flowers and tea pots and kittens that his ex-wife loved and Jack hated. He breaks a towel rod and sends the aluminum clattering across the tiles. He spins around, clutching at his throat and catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror: The self-deprecating smile of a man about to die a most inglorious death.

But his penis is hard now, finally jutting upright and proud and unnoticed even as Jack collapses. He's blue faced and sweating and staring at his toy gun, watching it grow dim until there's nothing left to see.

end

Mixed Bag Final TOC 103008

2008-12-16T20:09:00.000-08:00

2008-10-30

Mixed Bag - The Drama Never Stops!

Original Synopsis: A culturally barren author expresses her limitations through a succession of chapters in which the only commonality appears to be that they are all pornographic. Will her lack of urbane sophistication manifest itself in a paradoxical orgy of sophist didacticism, or will she merely ape the cardboard construct of a morally bankrupt culture unable to secern luxury from necessity?

Author's Note: This collection is being written off the cuff. I'm writing the three novellas simultaneously, along with whatever short stories I decide to pen and throw into the mix. It's helter skelter, chaotic, and a lot of fun for me. I understand that it isn't fun for everyone, but I've gone to every possible length to make it simple and easy for readers to keep up. If you still have a problem with this, then you probably have a problem with me, and we're both better off if you skip the stories altogether. There are a lot of great authors out there and I'm just a drop in a bucket. If you have any suggestions, other than "Post the stories separately, stupid!" please feel free to pass them along. I'd certainly appreciate hearing from you. The synopsis has been revised twice now as I refine my understanding of what I'm attempting. I really am making this up as I go along, you know. ~rr

Note: Chapter/Story Specific Author's Notes may be found elsewhere in this blog. They may contain spoilers. The Girl Fag Teaser is excerpted from the posted Chapter 43 of that story. The RBVS 2 Teaser is an excerpt from "Lazarus" and may or may not be revised, edited, and/or deleted in its entirety from the eventual finished manuscript. Star Trek: Season 5 Teaser is excerpted from Episode Three of that novel which will be posted separately at a later date by High School Sweetheart. Shoulders of Orion (25 Pairs II Teaser) is the prologue from that novel to be posted separately by T.S. Severe when she gets around to it.

(L-R) TS Severe, Lisa Oquias, Evil Little Sister

Mixed Bag ~ Table of Contents
Foreword by Matt the Big Ass Fucker

03 September:
Chapter 01 ~ The Long Wait For Tomorrow by Rachael Ross (M/F, Romance and another code)
Chapter 02 ~ Snack by evil little sister (M/f, Lolita, Anal, Rom? Interracial, Prost, W/S)
Chapter 03 ~ Harry by Uziel (F/m, Oral, Incest)
Chapter 04 ~ By Any Other Name by rache (F/F, Mast, Oral, Romance, W/S)
Chapter 05 ~ The New Club by High School Sweetheart (F, Lolita, No Sex)

03-07 September:
Chapter 06 ~ Mr. Merlin by Lisa Oquias (M/F, Mast, Mind Control, Size)
Chapter 07 ~ The Traveling Man by Rachael Ross (M/F, Romance)
Chapter 08 ~ STS 101 by Rachael Ross (M/F, Romance, No Sex, SciFi)
Chapter 09 ~ The Door in the Closet (1) by rache (M/f, Incest, Reluctant, Humil, Oral, SciFi)
Chapter 10 ~ The Door in the Closet (2) by rache (m/f, No Sex, SciFi)

08-12 September:
Chapter 11 ~ Karen (1) by Kylie X. (F/F, Lesbian, No Sex, Romance, Interracial)
Chapter 12 ~ Making Chrissie by T.S. Severe (f/m/m, Femdom, Bisexual, Mast, Oral, First, Rom?)
Chapter 13 ~ Karen (2) by Kylie X. (F/F, Lesbian, Romance, Interracial)
Chapter 14 ~ The Door in the Closet (3) by rache (m/f, Oral, First, SciFi)
Chapter 15 ~ Tina Vasquez - Texas Ranger (1) by rache (F/F, Police, Romance, Drama)

13-17 September:
Chapter 16 ~ Girl Fag Teaser by Rachael (M/f, Incest, Romance)
Chapter 17 ~ Devil Inside by evil little sister (f/M, Lolita, Interracial, Cheat, Oral)
Chapter 18 ~ The Door in the Closet (4) by rache (f/m, Femdom, D/s, Romance? SciFi)
Chapter 19 ~ Karen (3) by Kylie X. (F/F, Lesbian, No Sex, Romance, Interracial)
Chapter 20 ~ Natalie's World: After School Special by Madly Natalie (Mm/f, Interr, Rom, Oral, D/s, Fant)

18-22 September:
Chapter 21 ~ RBVS 2 Teaser: Dog Bones (Lazarus) by rache (F/M, Oral, Public, Supernatural, Fantasy)
Chapter 22 ~ Tina Vasquez - Texas Ranger (2) by rache (F/F, Police, Romance, Drama)
Chapter 23 ~ The Door in the Closet (5) by rache (f/m, Femdom, D/s, Romance? SciFi)
Chapter 24 ~ The Best Man by T.S. Severe (TG/M, D/s, Humil, First, Oral, Anal, Reluct, Cheat)
Chapter 25 ~ Boyfriend by rache (M/f, Oral, Humiliation, Non-Sexual Violence)

23-27 September:
Chapter 26 ~ Karen (4) by Kylie X. (F/F, M/F, Lesbian, No Sex, Romance, Interracial)
Chapter 27 ~ The Imaginary Man (1) by rache (M/F, Rom, Interr, Safe Sex, Cheat, Reluc, Cuckold)
Chapter 28 ~ Star Trek: Season 5 Teaser by High School Sweetheart (F/M, Oral, SciFi, FanFic, Star Trek)
Chapter 29 ~ The Imaginary Man (2) by rache (M/F, Rom, Interr, Cheat, Reluc, Humil, Cuckold)
Chapter 30 ~ Amy as Wendy by Jack Valentine (M/F, M/g, Rom, Pedo, Anal, First, Teacher/Student)

28-02 October:
Chapter 31 ~ The Imaginary Man (3) by rache (M/F, Interr, Cheat, Reluc, Humil, Cuckold, Preg?)
Chapter 32 ~ Tina Vasquez - Texas Ranger (3) by rache (F/F, Police, Romance, Drama)
Chapter 33 ~ The Imaginary Man (4) by rache (M/F, Interr, Cheat, Reluc, Humil, Cuckold)
Chapter 34 ~ The Door in the Closet (6) by rache (f/m, Femdom, D/s, Romance? SciFi)
Chapter 35 ~ The Imaginary Man (5-A) by rache (M/F, Interr, Cheat, Public, Humil, Cuckold, Slut, Preg)

02-05 October:
Chapter 36 ~ The Imaginary Man (5-B) by rache (M/F, Romance, Interr, Cheat, Humil, Slut, Preg)
Chapter 37 ~ The Imaginary Man (5-C) by rache (M/F, Romance, Interr, Cheat, Cuckold, Preg)
Chapter 38 ~ Karen (5) by Kylie X. (F/F, M/F, Lesbian, No Sex, Romance, Interracial)
Chapter 39 ~ Tina Vasquez - Texas Ranger (4) by rache (F/F, Police, Romance, Drama)
Chapter 40 ~ The Door in the Closet (7) by rache (M+/f, Gangbang, Reluctant, SciFi, Fantasy)

06-10 October:
Chapter 41 ~ Priss by rache (M/F, Romance, Oral, WS, Cheat, Blackmail)
Chapter 42 ~ Blind Date by T.S.Severe (M/F, Romance, CD, Strap-On)
Chapter 43 ~ The Door in the Closet (8) by rache (m/f, M/f, Public, Oral, CP, Reluctant, SciFi, Fant)
Chapter 44 ~ Karen (6) by Kylie X. (F/F, M/F, Lesbian, Romance, Interracial)
Chapter 45 ~ Thirteen by evil little sister (f, No Sex, FemDom, Cuckold, Wimp Husband)

11-15 October
Chapter 46 ~ Priss (2) by rache (M/F, Romance, Anal, Cheat, Blackmail)
Chapter 47 ~ Tina Vasquez - Texas Ranger (5) by rache (F/F, Police, Romance, Drama)
Chapter 48 ~ Priss (3) by rache (M/F, Romance, Cheat, Blackmail)
Chapter 49 ~ Karen (7) by Kylie X. (M/F, F/F, Lesbian Romance, Interracial)
Chapter 50 ~ Wonderful Woman by Bob's ex-wife Rachael (F/F, Lesbian, Superhero, Satire)

16-20 October
Chapter 51 ~ Bully Bitch by evil little sister (m/f, Lolita, Oral, Teen, School)
Chapter 52 ~ The Door in the Closet (9) by rache (f/f, Public, Oral, SciFi, Fant)
Chapter 53 ~ Shoulders of Orion by rache (Romance, Science Fiction)
Chapter 54 ~ Priss (4) by rache (M/F, Romance, Menses, Cheat, Blackmail)
Chapter 55 ~ Karen (8) by Kylie X. (F/F, Lesbian Romance, Interracial)

21-25 October
Chapter 56 ~ Tina Vasquez - Texas Ranger (6) by rache (F/F, Police, Romance, Drama)
Chapter 57 ~ A Girl and Her Robot (1) by rache (f, Mast, Lolita, Romance, SciFi, Fantasy)
Chapter 58 ~ The Door in the Closet (10) by rache (f/M, Science Fiction, Fantasy)
Chapter 59 ~ A Girl and Her Robot (2) by rache (f, Mast, Lolita, Romance, SciFi, Fantasy)
Chapter 60 ~ Priss (5) by rache (M/F, Romance, WS, Cheat, Blackmail)

26-30 October
Chapter 61 ~ A Girl and Her Robot (3) by rache (f/f, M/f, Mast, Lolita, Rom, SciFi, Fantasy)
Chapter 62 ~ Tina Vasquez - Texas Ranger (7) by rache (F/F, Police, Romance, Drama)
Chapter 63 ~ Karen (9) by Kylie X. (F/F, M/F, Lesbian Romance, Interracial, Reluctant)
Chapter 64 ~ A Girl and Her Robot (4) by rache (f/f, M/f, Mast, Oral, Lolita, Rom, SciFi, Fantasy)
Chapter 65 ~ Tina Vasquez - Texas Ranger (8) by rache (F/F, M+/F, Police, Rom, Drama, Caution-Rape)

31October
Chapter 666 ~ The Lonesome Death of Jack L. by rache (rant) posted separately to my blog

Note: Chapters 35, 36, and 37 are simultaneous postings on October 2nd (alternative endings for Imaginary Man)

Note: Chapter 53 "Shoulders of Orion" is the Prologue (teaser) for my sequel to the novel "Twenty Five Pairs" and will not be continued in this collection, but posted separately at a later date. (It's a 6K word advertisement)

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Tina Vasquez: Texas Ranger (ch.15.22.32.39.47.56.62.65) When a Ranger is sent to investigate a suspicious death and a missing girl in a small Texas town, she expects to find the usual suspects. What she doesn't expect is a beautiful blonde named Emily. (F/F, Romance)

Door in the Closet (ch.9.10.14.18.23.34.40.43.52.58) When Jilly finds that her closet leads to a parallel universe and a boy named Jimmy, the 16yo begins to wonder if it might not lead to a new life away from her abusive father and uncaring mother. (f/m, Femdom, incest, SciFi)

Karen (ch.11.13.19.26.38.44.49.55.63) In my first year of college I met Karen. She's cute, funny, and my new best friend. Unfortunately, she's also in love with me and as our friendship deepens, I have to wonder…Am I turning into a lesbian? (F/F, romance, interracial)

The Imaginary Man (ch.27.29.31.33.35/36/37) I thought we had the perfect marriage until my new husband suggested I flirt with other men. White men. He got his wish and maybe I got mine as well; life is never just black and white. (M/F, rom, Interr, cheat, preg) Complete with 3 alternative endings: You Choose!

Star Trek: Season 5 Teaser (ch.28) Everyone misses Captain Kirk, especially Crewman Poole when he has to give "12 o'clock Reports" to acting Captain Spock. Luckily for him, a nymphomaniac cabin-girl named Vale is more than willing to give the young transporter technician a little incentive to get it right! (M/F, Oral, SciFi, FanFict)

Amy as Wendy (ch.30) Jack Valentine is a teacher who loves his little girls and his wife is more than willing to accept and even encourage his desires…So long as Jack comes home to her every night. (M/f, Romance, First, Anal)

Devil Inside (ch.17) I was at the mall looking for a husband when I found the man of my dreams. He was nice, kinda cute, and definitely white. All I had to do was get Harold away from his bitch of a wife and show him how a 15yo black girl could change his life for the better! (f/M, Lolita, interracial, oral)

Priss (ch.41.46.48.54.60) I'd thought I'd found a new life when Thomas proposed marriage. I was going to be the virginal bride, faithful and obedient; the sort of wife I'd always dreamt of being for the man who loved me. But Fate has a cruel sense of ironic humor and I hadn't run far or fast enough to escape my past. (M/F, Cheat, Blackmail, WS)

Shoulders of Orion (ch.53) The teaser for my upcoming sequel to the novel "25 Pairs" contains some serious spoilers. It's basically my first draft of the prologue and such things are always subject to change as the story is in progress. I strongly recommend "25 Pairs" to anyone looking for a twisty sort of near-future, science fiction romance. It's a good story, I think, and can be found in T.S. Severe's directory (Science Fiction)

A Girl and Her Robot (Sex Brat) (ch.57.59.61.64) Fourteen year old Kimberly really wants a robot and to get one she's willing to be auctioned off for charity if it means her daddy will get a big promotion at work. (f, Lolita, Romance, SciFi, Fantasy)

A Girl and Her Robot

2008-12-16T20:08:00.002-08:00

2008-10-29

I finished this this morning and it was breathless writing. I didn't have time for oxygen! Wow! Was my face blue! But I got it done, thank goodness and nobody will understand what I'm talking about in it!!! heh! ...That's okay. Hopefully people will engage some imagination and figure it out. It isn't totally complicated.

Basically every kid in school is a robot. They live on another planet. All housewives and househusbands are robots. (Theresa's mom is NOT a robot, nor is her minister father #4 and they have jobs, which is how you can tell) Robots get reprogrammed from time to time and are given memories. Some robots know they're robots, most robots are happy to forget that they're robots. Robots own robots. Kim will be 16 forever!

And they all lived happily ever after!

cliff's hanger notes

2008-12-16T20:08:00.001-08:00

2008-10-27

Star Trek episode one finished right on time. That's good and as I said, it's called "Episode One" for a reason. We're watching TV here, except I don't have the imagination for coming up with interesting commercial jingles. So they're commercial free. Lucky you guys. There's what? 20 episodes in a season? or 18 maybe...or thirteen? I gotta get that number down!!! Episode two will post as soon as I get up the gumption. I've stopped writing so that I can concentrate on my RBPP and work too...They expect me to earn money???? The hell? That's plain old wrong!! But based on the strength of those arguments, I was told to get to work.

So I had to write Karen (9) in my spare time this morning and as such it's lacking 20% of the chapter, simply because I was typing faster than most people and their professional typist secretaries can do it...I can't cook, but Christ I can type!! So I was flying because I was 13 chapters aheead at one point...And then I stopped and now I'm 20 hours ahead...God!

But I'm going to do a chapter a day. Tina will finish tomorrow, Robot will finish the next day and then halloween I post...something. Either my Lazarus starts Armageddon story, or else my Jack L. rant...I haven't decided. And then Mixed Bag will officially end and I can spend every free mmoment I have doing something else for awhile.

Writing a chapter a day isn't hard, considering they're only 4-6 thousand words long, but doing it for two months straight gets pretty old. I'd do it anyway, but the sort of things I'd write aren't the same and so I'm missing some necessary elements in my life, you know? It's hard to explain without boring people, but suffice to say erotica isn't all I do, you know? Where do you think all those Greeting Cards come from? Hallmark doesn't pay by the word either...

I gotta go

Priss is over...See details and my EoD rant!

2008-12-16T20:07:00.002-08:00

2008-10-26

Priss ended at chapter 60 there and I just totally missed the "To be continued" at the bottom. It should say "The End" and I don't have the file with me or I'd try and edit it and repost it. Cyber cafe's are pretty useless for anything other than email and tequila. So I'll fix that tomorrow.
In other news...

I haven't been writing a damn thing and it's because I'm making my big porn site. I've been scouring the net for all free crappy porn I can find, and stealing this guy's really cool blog and trying to make it my own. It's just an amazing amount of work though. I'm learning how to edit PHP files and Cascading Style Sheets and I'm barely literate with HTML actually.

But I am going to have a big, free, totally stupid and obscene pornography warehouse soon, I hope. Cause like Elmore says, "What's the point of living on the internet, if you ain't in the porn bidness?" and I'm not in business. Capitalism is evil, I oppose it on principle and so I'm stealing and giving what I take away. Like Robin Hood. I steal porn from the rich and give to the poor...Or something. If you have cool porn I can have for free, let me know! I emailed about 25 of my closest college friends and my one perverted uncle (does everyone have one of those?) and college...God, I suddenly have 10 gig of porn!! That's my tuition dollars at work!

This just in...

It's time for my email of the day! and this one, like so many of my EoD stocking stuffers comes to me by way of the tall, dark stranger known only as "Anonymous" ...

Anonymous to me show details 11:46 am (8 hours ago)

I'm glad after rereading your story burb on the
title page that you named the girl/boy it Ashley.
I went back to my library and deleted the four of
your stories I had downloaded but not read.
All of the TS TG stories I have read on this
site,Literotica TS/TG just means Gay and
normally a gay subbie.

I hope you enjoy the life you have choosen.[sic]

My Reply...

I have to ask why you read other people's transgendered stories and not mine? I'll admit I don't have a penis, but! I have been dressing in girl's clothes ever since I can remember! That has to give me some sort of edge, doesn't it? At least enough to keep me relevent and in the running with the big dogs! Maybe it's because not all of my transgender stories deal with gay subbies...I'll have to work on that, just so I can conform to your expectations. Let me know if you want me to color my hair too.

On the bright side! I will ensure that I name all my characters "Ashley" now, just to save you the trouble of having to read something before deciding you don't like it. It's such a time saver and I can't help but wonder why I didn't think of it first! They call me "Lil Miss Shortcut" in my driver's education class. Well, they used to until I crashed the car. But that was so completely NOT my fault. They put the gas pedal right next to the brake pedal!! Ever notice that?

And finally, thanks for wishing me a happy life! It's like getting a little fortune cookie in my email! I'm not entirely sure of your intentions however. I mean, I am, don't get me wrong, but 4 out my five other personalities are convinced you were trying to suggest that because I write a transgender story, I must be living a transgender life.

I suppose I could be. It would explain a lot of things, like my craving for gladiator movies. Unfortunately, if that theory was correct I'd also be living a lesbian life. And a hetero life and crossdressing for my gay dog in between all the great sex my husband seems to expect for some reason. No wonder I'm so tired all the time! I was living the life of Riley...And then Riley came home.

That's an old joke and they even made a movie out of it. They'll make a movie out of anything if it sits still long enough.

But, this is a good time to remind those few individuals who insist on living in a fantasy world where people are what they write and so conversely, we'd all better be careful or we'll certainly become what we read, that...You're wrong. I was looking for a clever way to say it gracefully and spare you the anguish of suffering too much reality all at once, but there's just no easy way to say it except the easy way...Don't confuse me, or any of the rest of me's, with any characters in any stories I've written. Unless...This important so write it on your hand...Unless I say right away that "This is a true story..." and to the best of my knowledge I've only done that three times and none of those will see the light of day on SOL...I think.

Okay? Writers make stuff up. It's kinda how it works. We tried it the other way, but all that did was drive up the price of hot buttered cashews, and while you're trying to wrap yourself around that concept...

I'll say goodbye!

Thanks for avoiding me! The world is much safer for it!

signed lovingly,
rache aka T.S. Severe

McCoy and FGM and Necro for Halloween

2008-12-16T20:07:00.001-08:00

2008-10-23

Here's an absolutely cool song! It's kind of an uptempo, quazi-techno salute to Dr. McCoy by a band called S.P.O.C.K (Space Pilots On Channel K) and it isn't supposed to funny or anything, it's just a cool song and I like it a lot. I think I got it off Dr. Demento's site or something. Anyway the lyrics are here, as near as I can figure them out just by listening to it a zillion times over the last five years or so. And if you want to download it, I'll put the mp3 here:

Dr. McCoy Cool MP3
How cool is that???

Spaceship surgeon since '66
Multi-talented, knows all the tricks
Been almost every where in the galaxy
Traveled time and changed history

Has a running feud with a green blooded man
Takes every opportunity to argue if he can
He's one of a kind
He says what's on his mind

You might think he's complaining
When you hear him saying

He's a doctor! (Not an escalator)
He's a doctor! (Not a brick layer)
He's a doctor! (Not a shuttle conductor)
And everybody knows him as Dr. McCoy

He's a doctor! (not an engineer)
He's a doctor! (and not a magician)
He's a doctor! (not a psychiatrist)
And you know that I'm talking about Dr. McCoy

Doesn't like transporters at all
Prefers a shuttle if possible
Suffered once from plain old polycythemia
Married twice and has a daughter, Joanna

Charged with murder of a Klingon Chancellor
Managed to escape with a fellow officer
Doesn't make housecalls
Had a kantra in his head
Kills a rainy day and wakes up the dead

He's a doctor! (Not an escalator)
He's a doctor! (Not a brick layer)
He's a doctor! (Not a shuttle conductor)
And everybody knows him as Dr. McCoy

He's a doctor! (not an engineer)
He's a doctor! (and not a magician)
He's a doctor! (not a psychiatrist)
And you know that I'm talkin' about Dr. McCoy

He's dead Jim...He's dead
He's dead Jim...He's dead
He's dead Jim...He's dead
Stone dead!

Doctor Doctor Doctor Mcoy (x8)
Yeah!

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On a similar note, I've also been uploading all the stupid porn videos that I steal from other sites! Not the really big ones though, just the reasonably sized ones. I'm not huge on videos, although some of the Japanes ones are awesome!! But they're so big, the good ones. What a drag. Anyway, someday when I really have my Anarchy Site up and running I'm going to need a lot of free porn to attract horny teenage boys so I can mold them into my Army of Entropy and declare war on MTV and the Republican Party and all those guys.

I already have a brick wall and a cache of Ak-47's...It's amazing how cheap those things are!! And fun! I swear. I like guns anyway, seriously, and We were in Malaysia staying with this doctor and his family and he had a bunch of bodyguards and they all had pistols and AK-47's and one day after breakfast it was like "Let's go kill some banana trees!!" I swear, true story! So I was out there laughing and going deaf (but an Ak isn't that loud really, it surprised me) and going all Rock 'n Roll with an assault rifle on full auto! It jerks around like the best vibrator in the world too! Awesome! You really gotta hold it tight and I missed like every tree I aimed at, but I hit all the ones I wasn't aiming at, you know, so I figure that'll be what the revolution is like and why I'm gonna have to line up a LOT of politicians!

Nah...I'm just kidding. I don't really want to kill anyone. I just want to scare them. Killing someone would totally suck, I bet. I was trying to imagine it while I wrote "Tina (ch.7)" last night and it was so depressing. The only way to really get over it is to use humor and make like it's a joke. That's what humor is for and why we laugh at things which aren't really all that funny usually. People being humiliated, falling down and hurting themselves, stuff like that. It's a way to rationalize and reduce stress and deal with things which make us uncomfortable. I've seen dead people and it isn't pretty.

I think that's why I stopped writing snuff so much. I used to write it a lot, but only when I was young and safe and living spoiled and stupid in our home in the States where it was safe. Once you leave that place and go to someplace like Indonesia, let's say, where people are murdered every day, right in front of you...Like, I was at a fiesta, this was in the Philippines last year, and we were buying some house slippers, not that it matters, me and Nining, who's a tomboy, which is a lesbian to the rest of us, and she looks like a total guy except she has a cunt to go along with her shaved head and cute little beer belly, anyway...Out of nowhere this guy shows up with a bolo, like a big machete, and starts hacking on this guy ten feet away from us. Chopped him up and it was sick. I was sick, physically and then a cop blew half the guy's head off a minute later, but I didn't see that, I just heard about it later.

I saw a guy getting macheted to death though and after that? What am I gonna write about? Not that. It doesn't ever get out of your head either. I see it all the time and it sucks. So don't get on me for joking about stuff or whatever and people want to write me and tell me I'm culturally barren. Fuck. People have no idea who I am or what I'm doing. They don't even know what it's like once you get away from America and Europe, the tourist spots that are all bright and shiny and cleaned up. I worked on a report for WHO on female genital mutilation a couple years ago, when I was living in Indonesia, running around that place and...Okay here's that story without the bad parts, cause you don't want to know what it's like touring the provinces looking for 14 year old girls dying in the dirt...

The World Health Organization, and the United nations, wanted to reduce the practice of FGM in a selected number of third world countries. Indonesia was one of them and until a few years ago it was legal and sanctioned by the Indonesian Government and most women, teen girls usually, were able to have the procedure done in government hospitals. Some brilliant committee made a recommendation that the government be coerced into banning the practice through pressure by the World Bank and WHO actually recommended against this, I know because my husband and I were part of the originating survey and this was a bad idea. But they did it.

Indonesia was basically told that if they didn't stop allowing government facilities and medical personnel to perform FGM then the World Bank would stop making certain moneys available in the form of loans and exchange guarantees and whatever, so what was Indonesia gonna do? They passed the laws and banned FGM ... That moved the practice out of the hospitals and into makeshift, backroom, largely temporary facilities that were never designed or intended for any sort of medical procedure. The number of women being mutilated did not decrease by any appreciable amount, the number of complications resulting from infection and insufficient post-op treatment increased significantly, by well over 400% ...Four times the rate reported previously! It was and remains to this day a health care disaster.

But the UN can scratch Indonesia off it's hit list and the World Bank guaranteed a 3.2 billion dollar loan for modernization of Indonesia's telecommunications infrastructure less than two months after the laws were passed. Anyway...That's the sort of culturally barren thing I spend most of my time dealing with when I can't sit down and write something like this:

My Halloween Treat for 2008 ...Written in 2001 when I was feisty!!

Necromancer

2008-12-16T20:06:00.000-08:00

Necromancer
by Rachael

A friend of mine named Rob has a necrophilia site and I go there sometimes and check out his forum. He gets a lot of weird people who say a lot of weird things and this was just a little joke I played one day.

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Heya great site I like it lots. Here's one for ya, my girlfriends dead. yeah no shit. dead as hell but I love her cause she's my girlfriend. I'll tell you whats goin on then ask my questions cause I got a bunch.

She's buried and everything like that but I still like to go to see her and bring flowers and stuff. I like to think about her the way she looked at the funeral was cool she was hot. They dressed her nice and put a rose on her which was cool cause she's a rose freak she loved the stupid things and I never gave her any except once or twice.

But I was at the funeral parlor the day before she was gonna be buried and it was just me and I touched her a little. just her boobs they were still kinda firm but i think it was cause her dress was kinda tight I think. I kissed her too but her mouth was closed and wouldn't open I don't know what those guys do there they glued it or something or is that like rigor mortis?

Anyway i kissed her a lot cause she smelled nice and I didn't know they put all the makeup on dead people, but I guess they have to. I got it messed up a little but they fixed it. I wanted to do other stuff, I think she looked so hot layin there i just wanted to jump in and give her some salomi for the trip you know? Can dead chicks get pregnant? wow thats a rush! What if her little eggs are still alive? I heard guys sperm lives for a month after he's dead like hair keeps growin is that true?

It'd be cool to think about gettin her pregnant and then burying her the next day cause it's not like the kid would live it'd be like part of me was sleepin with her you know? We always used a rubber though so I know she wasn't. But i think about it all the time gettin in that coffin with her and pullin her white dress up and slippin her panties to the side just shoving my hard cock inside and I know she'd be nice and warm even if she was dead cause she was always ready if you know what i mean?

She was juicy and sweet I love her a lot. I was thinkin all this when I was looking at her and it made my dick get really hard and I had my hand in my pocket you know kinda playin with it when her mom comes in sniffling and cried out mostly but she came right up next to me and started talkin about how much she liked me and how special she was and how at least she had a nice guy like me.

All the time I'm rubbin my dick and thinkin I want to do stuff with her while she's layin there and then Barb's mom [Barb was my gf] her mom puts her arms around me and she wants a hug so of course I gotta pull my hand out and start huggin this lady cause she started cryin and everything again and I know she could feel my dick cause its like lumber in my pants!! I could build a freakin house with it you know?

And so it feels nice huggin her and I'm lookin over my shoulder at her little girl wantin to jump her dead ass right then and I feel like you know pushin a little with my dick cause mom looks like Barb except older but still a hottie and I figured she'd slap me or somethin but she didn't she just pushed me away and she left she didn't say a word to me for like a month even though i see her every day almost.

But its ok now cause she told me she understood that some people cope with stress in different ways than other people. She said those exact words and I was like huh? Then i figured out cause her husbands a doc and he talked to me too sayin that it was ok I was feelin aroused at the funeral home cause my brain was trying to handle a difficult situation and nerves get confused like telephone wires getting switched to the wrong houses and he wanted to know if I was ok with that.

But hell yeah I was!! I was jackin off nearly every day thinking about Barbie doll bein dead and me bein in there with her plantin my love gun in her dead womb but I didn't say that cause he's a doc but he's got guns too ya know?

Instead i just said I felt a little guilty and I talked to Father Duncan and it was ok and I knew it was ok then too for him cause he'd never say anything to a priest and the priest couldnt say anything if I really did say something which I didn't.

So back at the funeral parlor after Barb's ma left I was alone again every now and then some guy would pop through the door and look and make sure everything was ok. But I stood by Barbie lookin at her and touching just a little. The bottom half was closed or else I'd have felt up her leg too cause she had super duper legs and I always liked the way she looked.

I just had to take out my dick so I did that and I was rubbin it a little and doin stuff. I figured if anybody came in I'd hear it and I could put it away really quick or fold my hands or do something but nobody did and I ended up cummin right there in the funeral home shootin off on my hand cause I didn't have anything else close by. I wiped it on Barb's dress between her boobs cause she had a white dress anyway I put a little on her lips too just like glaze for the lipstick I messed up. They really put way too much I think but I put the rose back right on top of my spunk and then I figured I best get out of there cause I could feel wood comin back and I didn't wanna get caught spankin on a dead chick even if she was hot like Barbie. But at least I know she got a little bit of me with her I just wish it was more like inside her ya know?

So now anyway I got a new girlfriend but when I do it with her I'm always thinkin bout Barb but not like when she was alive. I think about her dead. I tell my gf not to move so much and I tried to get her to shut up too cause she's a moaner I put a sheet over head so it looks like shes not even there. I just wish she was Barbie and be dead so its not the best for me anymore.

If i really wanna get off I go to the cemetary like early cause not so many people around well not a lot anytime but early is the best. The guy unlocks the gate and then he takes off cause he works down at Mels supermart.

I like to go to Barb's grave she has a nice headstone not real big but it has roses around it and an angel carved too and says ~Beloved daughter sept 4 1982 - april 16 2000~ which is cool cause I always used to forget her birthday now I don't.

I like to bring her a rose and stand by her headstone it's just the right height that I can pull out my dick and rub it on the top while I talk to her tellin her how hot she is I say 'Barbie you are so freakin hot, babe!' and I close my eyes and rub my dick all over that cold smooth rock until I shoot and I make sure I get some right on the ground and on the rose too if I can cause she loves roses. I do it every week and I know she likes it cause I dream about her all the time and she tells me it's ok cause she loves me.

So is this normal? or am I really all screwed up like beyond the beyond? Is it possible to dig a chick up and do her? How long til they really start goin bad? it's been almost a year but I still think about it cause I got a back hoe and everything. can a dead chick get pregnant? i mean like how long does it take the eggs or whatever to die? if she was like 3 minutes dead is it too late? I really like thinkin about getting a dead girl pregnant. i know that's not normal. but what the hell i'm not gonna go kavorkian on some chick just to do it either. and how do I get my girlfriend into it? I told her I like dead chicks but she thinks I'm joking with her even though I always tell her to shut the hell up and stop moving. I tried to get her to fuck me on Barb's grave but she won't go near it. She thinks we're gonna go to hell or somethin. I think she's kinda jealous. Ok thanks hope you guys can hook me up with some answers!

end

And that's the end of my blog entry for today!

love,
rache

I'm so Numb, er...gettin Dumb, er...All the time

2008-12-16T20:05:00.002-08:00

2008-10-23

Wow…I usually try to write my blog notes offline because the internet café here is right next to the bar where I like to hang out. Usually I hang out for awhile, go internet for awhile, then hang out some more. If I try to do my blog entries, or do anything more complicated than answer emails and yes/no questions, I usually end up embarrassing myself.
The proof is in the pudding.
So, I take back whatever I said yesterday and instead, I offer this gem of sobriety…
Rachael’s Really Deep Thoughts on Download Counts

Stat counting is pretty much useless for me. I’m sure some people get a kick out of it and maybe they even have some use for such things, but I’ve just never found much value for totaling my downloads or anything like that. Word count is handy and you have to understand what that is and what it means and how to use it as a writer, because it’s important in a lot of ways, but those are numbers that I have sole control over. I’ll confess that I never contemplated comparing my story size to anyone else’s. It smacks of penis envy…or something.

Weird.

After reading AscendingAuthor’s blog, and I don’t know him at all, one way or any other, I’m a little mind boggled by what he says there. Of course dedicating oneself to 3.2 million words in a single story??? Wow! It’s safe to say that he and I have very different views on storytelling in theory and practice and I’m sure neither of us is more right or less wrong than the other. I wish him the very best of luck with reaching the longest story on SOL goal or whatever the thrust of his efforts is. Good luck with that.

But the whole numbers thing, daily vs weekly downloads and losing some of them…I don’t know about that stuff. About the only numbers I look at are the number of favorites lists that I’m on, just because that’s right at the top and it’s hard to miss, and the number of libraries a given story is in.

Downloads don’t tell me anything. I could have fifty thousand downloads, but I don’t know how many of those are people who actually finished the story or just popped in for a quick skim, a midnight jerk, or just to cheer me with a ten or spank me with a one…I mean, how many people read the whole thing? That’s what I’m concerned with, and SOL and the best bean counting software in the world won’t ever be able to tell me.

As I’ve mentioned before, email and feedback is really the only method I use to determine a story’s “success” if I write a story with nice high scores, but I only get a dozen emails…It’s a failure. I have a couple of those and I think, “God! That story must really suck, cause nobody emailed me.” Likewise, posting a story to terrible scores and limited downloads, but getting thirty emails, which is what happens with TS Severe for example, she’s doing okay. I know transgendered stories aren’t going to get big numbers. Same with Kylie and her stories, but they get so damn much email from the readers who are into it, they’re really vocal and enthusiastic and I love them!

That’s rewarding, it really is. Numbers…blah. Who cares? That’s another toy for readers and I think authors should just ignore that crap. It is tempting to write a 3.3 million word story though, I have to admit! I have a title picked out for it already, "Doorstop" …But I have so many other things to do. I still have to figure out if Kylie is going to hook up with Karen or her father!! That's what I should be doing right now…Yikes! At least I finished Tina (7) just a minute ago, that was a relief! I kept putting it off and putting it off. I really need a cattle prod shoved up my butt sometimes, you know?

Yeah…See? You do know, but probably for a different reason than mine, huh? I need a drink.

Priss Notes

2008-12-16T20:05:00.001-08:00

2008-10-21

Priss blog

Okay, I just now finished my edit for Priss after finishing the fifth and final chapter.

What to say? The last chapter gets a big dose symbolism with the journey back to the scene of the crime. I didn’t harp on that, but it should have been obvious. Tricia’s confusion when she enters Perry’s apartment should have been understandable. She knows she’s in love with him and she just needs to hear it. I tried to save the love word until the very end, but the confrontation and Tricia’s demand for the truth from Perry seemed appropriate and I couldn’t make the scene work without it.

This is a good story from a pacing and character/plot arc standpoint. It’s very direct with little wasted in between the first word and the last. It just goes and it builds and there’s a lot of introspection and self-examination in the earlier chapters so that by the time the last chapter comes around we can just listen to the dialogue and understand what’s underneath it.

At least I hope that was working for you.

Uhhhhh…Sex. I glossed over the sex at the end. We’ve scene it already and there was no reason to go into it again really. I wanted a clean chapter. This isn’t a stroke story, although I appreciate all the emails I got with suggestions for Priss to be used and abused and gang-banged and all kinds of nasty stuff…Wow! She was not a literal whore, of course, it was all symbolic. Her past was her past and she wasn’t ever going to have sex with anyone except Perry and Thomas. She was Perry’s whore and Thomas’ saint. Tricia didn’t belong to anyone else and Perry wasn’t going to share her, not even with Thomas if he could help it.

Hopefully it’s a story that lends itself to some effort on the reader’s part to understand and appreciate and find the little things that I left out or put in as the case may be. The confusion and inconsistancies were largely deliberate. And that’s about all I have to say about that. Any questions?

rache

"Closer" ...it's cool

2008-12-16T20:04:00.000-08:00

2008-10-20

You gotta look at this Kirk, Spock, and Nine Inch Nails!

A fella named Hans sent me that link about a week ago, because I like the song "Closer" so much and I guess he does too and I honestly think the video deserves an academy award of some kind. I know the idea has been done repeatedly as Andrew Johns has pointed out, but it still makes me giggle like five year old on acid!!

Anyway, so the Trek Episode one is up and online now. I got a bunch of eamils, positive ones mostly expressing their hopes that the story will be a good one. That mirrors my own hopes, obviously, since I'm not into writing really crappy...But I do, from time to time. But this should be good and fun and I've been reassuring people of my faithful intentions.

What else was I gonna say? It looks like TS got his blog fixed, so that's good. I need to update my other blogs one of these days, Kylie's especially.

I need to take out a full page ad and explain how Kylie works one of these days...hmmmm

Blog Functions for TS Severe and Transporters

2008-12-16T20:03:00.002-08:00

2008-10-20

It almost looks like it's working now! TS Severe's blog I mean. The problem was that the link didn't want to appear at the end of some of the stories, but it seems to be there for new posts...So for the moment, I'm kinda excited! I'll have to check it out a little more and if it's all good, I'll change my end mnotes for recent posts.

Thanks for your patience and my apologies for any inconvenience.

Rachael

Transporter Malfunction!!!

2008-10-19

I'm posting a little fan fiction. Star Trek fan fiction. The original series fan fiction...And I can hear everyone running away!!

That's alright. I like it and my opinion counts for quite a lot.

Edit here: I decided to post the chapters 2 at a time so it will post through the 26 of October, ending at Ch.13 ...It's all on automatic now and I reposted the prologue, adding a little graphic and some improved (I hope) formatting over the original. Hopefully it'll be up soon as it's in the new submission queue now.

Ummm...I'm calling it Season Five, because obviously there never, ever was one. I'm calling my chapters "Episodes" and those are broken up into smaller, bite size portions. The story is intended to be fed to readers like the six minutes you get between infomercials on TNT, you know? It's a cliffhanger, serial formatted story and so it's deliberate :)

I have three Episodes done and more planned because it is fun, but I'll be taking my t i m e with it, meaning an episode will post quickly, with back to back, daily postings where available, but time between episodes may be longer...As long as necessary. I have a LOT of projects and LITTLE time. Blame me for that, God did okay with Time. It was one of His better ideas.

What is this about? How is it written? It's about Kirk and Rand getting switched in a transporter, which is a cliche. You can't do Star Trek without some cliche or it wouldn't be Star Trek. So that's my first premise and Kirk becomes the hottest, most nymphomaniacal Starfleet captain in the universe. At least for awhile. Except I haven't really decided if I'll ever change him back. Maybe in Episode Two...

My only rule was that I had to start each episode with two original characters (original to me) namely Cremen Nagel and Poole, since the TV show only showed officers. And, what else? Oh! Everyone has to have sex. A lot of it and every chance I got, so long as I could actually tell an interesting story along the way.

I hope it's interesting. We'll find out.

On another note. I'm posting "Loren" to Kylie and I posted "TS Wife" to TS Severe...It is an edited version, by the way. Nothing really added, but I did make it a bit more user friendly since when I wrote it, I wasn't writing in English and my translation was a little...stiff. I might do a continuation of it, I'm not sure. Anyway, it's there now.

I'm also posting Stage Daddy and I added some 6000 words to that last night, just for the halibut! So it's a third longer and Ashley gets fucked now! Good for her! That'll queue up as soon as I find the file...if I brought it. Yikes!!

5am Primal Scream

2008-12-16T20:03:00.001-08:00

2008-10-19

ARRRRRRGGH!!!!
Wow! That feels really amazingly good and that guy from Detroit...Props to ya, man!!
Now I wanna say this...

We have no life. I stare into her eyes and wonder if mine are as empty; lifeless. We used to play the mirror game, like in the cartoons, and we got pretty good at that. Until we found out we could do it all the time. Anytime, anywhere. Even here, or maybe most especially here, but that's getting off track isn't it? an inside joke no one else will understand, except for a few people there - in the real world, so called. But I'm sure so many others would appreciate it if they could be convinced.

We are empty now, something is missing and it depresses us, makes us sleepless and angry. When I scream it's her voice we hear and when she weeps it's my tongue that tastes the salt of our tears. We are lonely and empty.

I went to New Orleans, in my head, starting this story in the mirror and letting her finish it, because we haven't tried that before. I went to New Orleans looking for a woman who'd come from Little Haiti in Miami. We found a recess in the dark quarters of the old city. She was black, like the sun had burnt her to a crisp, and when she smiled her lips creased and folded and turned upward as if savoring a sweet crackling piece of fried pork fat. The juice dripping across her chin, glistening oily and making me look away until I couldn't help it. But it was gone. She was reading Paris Match and smoking a cigarette.

The bell on the door tinkled like they always do and I walked around slowly, just looking. Another tourist lost on her way to Bourbon Street. Looking for a bathroom, looking for a picture postcard; or a t-shirt that says "all I got in New Orleans was pregnant" or a voodoo doll. Do they have those? I want one and not a fake one. Not one to show my friends back home and then leave on the shelf until one Thursday I chuck it with my JD Salinger book into the trash. No. I want one that I can keep in the dark, afraid to tell anyone about, afraid to look at, afraid to touch. I want to get it for her.

The taxi driver knew a man on the corner who knew a woman. It was an expensive ride and when I stood there I knew it was worth it. She had snake eyes and wrinkled skin hanging off her thin bones like black crepe. Real voodoo I told her. I whispered it while she blew dead blue smoke in the air and flipped the pages of her magazine.

"Real voodoo."

I couldn't understand what she said, it was old words from sometime else and far away. She said something louder and a man came out, dusting his clothes, black and white and red all over. I smelled him, rich with sweat and fresh blood. Killing a pig, he said. It was late for it, not a good thing, bad for everyone. Especially the pig. The old woman knows voodoo, she can make me what I want. It's easy but dangerous too. It's not for people like me. They look at me and I shuffle my feet. A ploy to get the price up, I think. Staring at her. I told her it's exactly for people like me. I want it.

She wants something personal, needs to put something inside to make it strong, make it work. A thing is a thing; hair is good, blood is better. I start taking off my ring. My mother's ring, it's the most important thing to me. The woman shakes her head and says in the old man's voice, no. From the victim.

"Victim." He says it like he's spitting. But the old woman smiles. I tell her it is from the victim, and more. I ask where the bathroom is and he shows me.

I give the old woman my mother's ring, fitted around a ripped off piece of my menstrual pad. I ripped the cotton from the middle, wet and soggy bloody, and rolled it up and pushed it through the ring like a short pulpy finger. Dripping like a sponge. Like a bit of baby's lung foaming crimson. I pulled a dozen or more long dark hairs from my head and wrapped them around, looping twisting, the ring and my bloody napkin, tying it into one personal intimate thing. I come out and put it on the counter. My mother's golden ring, blood from the center of my being, and bound with hair ripped from my skull. The woman clucks and the man leaves while I press my hands together, feeling the blood drying sticky on my palms. Smelling it in the air around me.

A straw doll, old and dry like paper, wrapped in sack cloth. Button eyes, black and dull and staring. Arms and legs too, and she rips the belly open, using her old yellow thumbnail. The old woman holds it open, speaking in tongues and looking at me, then at the ring and hair and blood. She won't touch it so I pick it up, my eyebrow raised and she nods, gesturing with the doll until I push myself inside it, tucking those parts of me away, inside and out of sight. She sews it back up, quick and neat like she did it a thousand million times. I'm in there now, in that ugly straw doll like a baby waiting to be born. She gives it to me, thrusting it into my arms and crosses herself. Three times up and down. Left and right. She doesn't want money, she doesn't want to see me again. She picks up her magazine and sets her old body back, rocking soft and leaving me to leave.

Story Removal

2008-12-16T20:02:00.000-08:00

2008-10-18

The following stories have been removed from the "rache" index:
Don't Ask, Don't Tell
Forty-Seven
Reasons Until After
Stage Daddy
Talis
TS Neighbors
Ts Wife

The above to be reposted under the pen name "T.S. Severe" as time permits.

Loren - To be reposted under the pen name "Kylie X." when I get around to it.

This is just being done as part of my SCP (Spring Cleaning Project) and there's no real cause to panic. I've been meaning to reorganize for awhile now and I'm always forgetting. Well...Today I remembered! Except I don't have the files with me, blah blah blah

In the meantime...

You Lied!

Characters lie all the time and I was talking about this in an email and so I figured I'd mention it here. Some people, some readers, look at a story and assume that because the words are written down they must invariably be 100% accurate.

What I mean is that they think that the narrator would never, ever lie, cheat, steal, exaggerate, falsify, marginalize, blaspheme, or otherwise tell an untruth to the reader.

That's often true in a story that is (a) written in third person/omni; and (b) written by someone else.

In my stories, especially in first person narratives, the narrator is a character. The person telling the story is someone who usually wants to be liked, as any of us do. He or She wants your sympathy (most times) and craves your understanding and good opinion as she relates her adventure. What the narrator reports to you is (usually) taken from a perspective of rememberence. The character is retelling events from memory and so we can safely assume that they are filtered through the lens of time, if nothing else.

Sometimes I play with that deliberately, but most often I do try and keep the narrator honest. Still, there are times when I do make it a point to lie in the interest of develioping either character or plot, or both. I use it as a tool to avoid details when I'm not in a mood to provide them. I like the ready excuse first person allows me to be vague and obscure at times, if it benefits the story. It offers varying opportunities to enter a sub-textual dialogue with readers and provide information through what is hidden or revealed.

None of it is ever obvious (I hope) and such devices should pass largely unnoticed if it's working. But, being the author, I am conscious of what I say and how I say it and I just wanted to confess. In those few stories I have where the opportunity to tell a story from two different points of view exists, like one of the chapters in "Daddy's Little Whore" for example, I tried to exemplify two different memories of the same event. Dialogue is different. Some of the events are remembered differently, and it should emulate real life that way. Reading the two versions shouldn't be confusing, but neither should one be considered correct over the other. They're both correct in essence and complimentary.

In other stories, where only a single point of view is revealed, then we have to remember that the narrator is a character and telling the story is part of the story...see? Simple.

els

Door in the Closet

2008-12-16T20:01:00.000-08:00

2008-10-18

I'm looking at finishing "Mixed Bag" for Halloween, probably with a double header that night. So this morning, I spent three precious hours writing 10,000 words to finish "Door in the Closet" and that will post as chapter 58 on the 25th I believe.
I want to do my blog entry now, while it's still fresh.

The story was always going to end at ten chapters. 50,000 words, that was my plan and my goal. Unfortunately, my pacing in this story was terrible. My planning was non-existent. As such, it isn't a very good story technically. It's pretty bad and a very good example for those of you paying attention, how NOT to write a story. Most times, for most stories, my talent (such as it is) will overcome my laziness. But science fiction, which necessarily deals with a lot of trivia and facts and one premise built on another in logical fashion, really requires a lot of planning. Obviously I didn't plan anything...What I did was write as fast as I could whatever popped into my little brain and tried to massage the story so it sorta made sense.

Silly me.

Thus, to get back on point, when I got to my chapter 10 and typed "Door 10" at the top of the screen and looked at all that white space, I said, "rache, you gotta find an ending!" so that's what I did. Writing is easy, 10K words is nothing to sweat and I was prepared to go longer if I needed to, as long as it took. I figured if I hit 15K and it wasn't over I'd look at a chapter 11, but I managed to end it almost on schedule.

I'm talking too much.

There's a lot of holes, a lot of missing details, conflicting details, a lot of mismatched characters and events. It's not an easy read. And it's not really a serious story either, so I'm not too worried about it. I did slip in some social commentary here and there. But the story isn't meant to be hard and factual and the blueprint for the future. There's nothing pretentious going on. It's just me rambling off the cuff and having as much fun doing it as I can without all the stress of doing any real work.

I'm sure some people enjoyed it. Some people will be disappointed in one way or another. Other's will see the potential and missed opportunities, as I do, admittedly. It was a good experience writing it and I might try it again someday and next time work out in advance all the nuances of the alternative universe and prepare a more reasonable background and plot.

So that's it!

rache

Bully Bitch and Wonderful Woman

2008-12-16T20:00:00.002-08:00

2008-10-16

I guess I should say something.
Wonderful Woman ... In case you didn't get it, it was a joke. If you didn't think it was funny, good for you! If you thought some of it was funny, good for us! I basically just needed to rant because the pressure builds, you know. I don't know how other authors do it, but I just like to get stupid.

Bully Bitch ... Could go in a lot of different ways and it may or may not be continued, which is why it says "the end" at the bottom. If it does continue it will not be in "Mixed Bag" I'm really trying to wrap that experiment up. I should also warn you that if the story does continue, it will not be about what you think it's about. The codes are more accurate than they appear.

that's all I have to say.

That and I finally got all my music up and some weird porn videos too. blah blah blah...I like the Japanese ones for some reason.

Big Broken Blog Bugaboo

2008-12-16T20:00:00.001-08:00

2008-10-14

Is bugaboo a word? Seems like I heard it before.

Anyway I want to inform readers who are interested that some of my other blogs do not work. T.S. Severe's blog, in particular, does not want to show the link at the end of her stories. Lazeez is aware of this and informed me that it's some sort of bug that he hasn't been able to track down and correct. It's largely a non-issue in any event as anything T.S. might want to say can be read here (I can read her mind) ...But obviously some people might wonder about it and with any amount of luck they'll see this note and go "Ah!"

For those of you who don't know, T.S. Severe is the pen name underwhich I post odd transgender stories. She gets some of my finest work too, in all seriousness, not because I have a greater love for sexually confused people, or because I only write T.S. Severe stories while I watch my complete Bewitched DVD collection and imagine Darren wearing pantyhose...No! (thats transvestism anyway) Mostly it's just because there's a point to writing a story about someone. A reason for it and people forget that.

Let me explain what we all know instinctively: The reason a story is written about a character is because the character is special. The character is unique and very much different from you and me, that's why nobody is writing "rache slash fan fiction" because I'm just me.

"But rache, what about all the stories with ordinary normal everyday people thrust into dangerous obscene and unbelievably fantastic situations?"

Well, see? That's what makes them special! Everything informs the characters, and I'm using the word inform to mean influence, creation, development, see? So the plot and the setting and other characters all contribute to make the main character(s) special. That's a gimme.

Back to my original point, I like characters who struggle. Basically, in all my stories, there are two conflicts ongoing and they're usually interrelated. An external conflict (me vs you) and an internal conflict (me vs me) and I like that a lot. A character with a lot of inner turmoil and angst confronting a hostile world is where I like to live as a writer. Now for most characters, most average ordinary teenage girls (my preferred medium) this isn't too hard to accomplish. But having written a thousand of those stories, I started getting a little tired of the scenary, you know? It was a pleasant trip to the well, but I'd been there before and many times.

So...I decided to give my average, ordinary, teenage girl a cock! That was a whole different country, believe me. It was new and fun and exciting and there were a lot of emotions and issues and relationships that were at once very familiar to me, but different as well.

I write at least 5000 words a day (usually a lot more) rain or shine, whether I'm in the mood or not, that's what I do. I don't think about it much. Like today, I wrote Karen (8) just because I was still wondering if I wanted to continue it or not. I wrote 3000 words in one direction, trashed that cause I didn't like it, and wrote 5000 real quickly in another direction. It took two hours and I proofed it and then I came here. Blah...That's what I've done everyday since I started posting "Mixed Bag" and so you can see why I might want to write about something else once in awhile. It's why Kylie's black, in this instance, because I want that dimension to keep me interested. My interest, appeasing my rampant imagination, is why I write about anything and everything...I would go pretty fuckin' crazy writing the same story 450 times!!!

And in all of the stories, someone, the narrator usually, has to be special. He or She has to be unique, with her own problems, her own opinions, her own dreams and fears. It's kind of amazing to look back on it, kinda embarrasing sometimes, but some stuff makes me proud too. I guess that's the biggest difference between me and the average reader - I look at all my stories as a whole, like it's all one really huge story. Everything's interrelated somehow, whether obviously or just through my own warped reasoning, I can see how a story leads from one to the next to the next, crossing themes and genders. I see the influence and can trace the lineage of stories and characters and ideas...Readers see one or two or a dozen stories, largely at random and make judgement based on that experience. It's not wrong, I'm not complaining or anything, but just reminding myself that I don't see what I'm doing the same way most people do. I forget that sometimes.

Sorry about that.

Uzi and how cool is 1977 really???

2008-12-16T19:59:00.000-08:00

2008-10-14

1977 Rules! and I can prove it!!
by Uziel

Unlike some other make believe people we know, I like to sort my music by year. This leads to a lot of debate over which year is the best and it really depends on what you're into as far as music goes. If you ask rache, it's 1979 without a doubt, but only because she's so completely addicted to the Clash. And I admit, it wasn't bad. London Calling, The Wall, Regatta de Blanc, Communique...Sure, they all kick ass. It was a great year for the sophomores, but! I'm of the opinion that 1977 was better and to make my point I'm listing my top 11 albums of that glorious year. Half a decade before I blasted out of the womb and screamed bloody murder, this was tits...

10 - Little Queen by Heart The original Rock Chicks were the best and when this album came out Ann was still skinny and Nancy looked like she could fuck half of Seattle dry and that's where they recorded it, so maybe...I can't find that Rockstar Supernova guy on the album at all though! What a poseur (but he was hot!)

09 - Bat Out of Hell by Meatloaf Before Bob got Bitch Tits, he was singing about life, love, and bustin' his girlfriend's cherry by the dashboard light. Paradise is a soundtrack for porn, it's mainstream erotica like we find on SOL every single day with all the cliches, stereotypes, and hooks we could ask for...The rest of the album rocks too!

08 - Let There Be Rock by AC/DC So what if they only know three chords? So what if they have all the lyricism of a 15 year old boy peeping on his sister in the shower? When it comes to classic rock in the fashion disaster of 1977 Angus Young and company don't need a lot of fancy shmancy bullshit to have a good time. An old schoolboy uniform, a Gibson GS and a big fuckin' amplifier will kick you in the cunt and leave you crawling to the bar asking for another pint!

07 - Running On Empty by Jackson Brown Here's a guy who knows what the '70's was all about! Drugs, Sex, and Rock 'n Roll. Of course when JB wants sex, he uses his hand and that's why he's on this list! This album defines life on tour. Recorded in anonymous hotel rooms across the country, it's a lonely, desperate trip in search of love...This is what would have happened to John Keats, I think, if he'd been, you know, born in 1955 or whatever.

06 - News of the World by Queen Think about it, before 1977 nobody ever clapped and stomped and screamed to the national anthem of rock...We Will Rock You! I mean really, what else is there to say? Except Sheer Heart Attack is a big shot of adrenaline...Christ, when I need a cardiac needle to get the juices flowing? I hit that button hard!

05 - A Farewell to Kings by Rush Okay, let's face it. Geddy Lee is one ugly bastard and Alex Lifeson looks like the girl next door (the hot one!) and Neil Peart is the best drummer ever to strap on a drum kit (Keith Moon and his dynamite notwithstanding) ...The only thing better than listening to Xanadu at six times full volume is watching the live video from Exit Stage Left. Fuck! These guys are good!!!

04 - Rumours by Fleetwood Mac It won a Grammy and the band thanked their drug dealer for making it happen! How cool is that? What's the secret of their success in a year loaded with real contenders for Best Rock Album?? Get two couples who are breaking up (Lindsay Buckingham/Stevie Nicks and Christine/John Mcvie) the drummer who snorted half of Peru up his nose (Mick Fleetwood) lock them in a studio with nothing but musical instruments to kill each other with and watch the magic happen...An album loaded with anger, frustration, revenge, jealousy, and rage! And we just think it sounds pretty! Heh!

03 - Heroes by David Bowie It's mandatory that David Bowie be on every greatest rock list made. He's fuckin' David Bowie, rache! The inspiration for my own schizophrenia, in 1977 the man was shooting heroin in Berlin with Brian Eno, coming down from the Ziggy high and transformed into the ultra-smooth Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes. This is classic and one of the reasons David Bowie so freakin' cool :) besides his own eyes, I mean. Perhaps not the most familiar Bowie album, and not the most accessible by any stretch, but it's down to earth, polluted and industrial; and cold but for the warmth within ourselves.

02 - Animals by Pink Floyd My favorite Floyd album is this one and not only because it has dogs, but because I am so into George Orwell. Nah, just kidding. It's the dogs. This album is about anger management. Roger Waters was more than a little pissed and so he grabbed Animal Farm and used it as an excuse to rant against friends, family, and fans. If you think he's talking about society as a whole, you missed the boat. It's a lot more personal than that, sunshine, he's talking about you! PS - Yes, David Gilmour is the bestest guitarist in the land, followed closely by two dead guys named Randy and Stevie of all things. It's not a question of skill...It's style!

01 - Never Mind the Bollocks Here's the Sex Pistols! Number one?? Oh yeah and I'm gonna tell you! When disco was just hitting it's stride, when Led Zeppelin was watching the comet fall, when the world was just thinking that maybe, just maybe it would survive...Here comes the Sex Pistols. Musical terrorists without par, they scared the shit out of a lot of people. And the best part? They didn't care! Without the Sex Pistols, take half your music collection after 1977 (the good half) and throw it away...What's left is where we'd be without them. That's why they're number one. That and God Save the Queen just cheers the hell out of me everytime I hear it.

So that's my list and I'll be making these albums available so you can listen and decide for myself are you crazy or what???

Uzi

When I get them all uploaded in a day or two I'll post the link here...it's the same as the other links anyway.

If I had real balls...

2008-12-16T19:58:00.000-08:00

2008-10-14

I'd end Karen at chapter seven and weather the complaints. I just read the post, since I'm here, and found the one missing word...repost! I hate that. I thought I proofed better.

Anyway, as I read the chapter, and the story "Karen" I got to the end of it and I was like, "That's the end!" The story doesn't have to go any further, the story is told with their dialogue on the bus. So, as I was editing my file for reposting, it was awfully tempting to put "The End" at the end, you know?

I think a lot of stories, too many, continue beyond the point of reason. Some of mine do, certainly, but I also think I'm pretty good about finding the end of a story. My instincts are good seven times out of thirteen, you know? But I think half the people reading "Karen" would be a little miffed if Karen and Kylie never had real sex in a faerie tale ending and that's too bad, because I'm not writing a faerie tale. I often do, of course, but not in this case.

What the hell am I trying to say? Only that I'm a big chicken. I was a little chicken before, wanting to avoid the ending that I had planned even before I had a beginning...But now, seeing the end of the story and being too much of a wimp to do what I should, I'm a real big chicken.

Funny the way that works. Continue or not, continue or not...whoooo I love life when it's hard. Unfortunately, this is just about as hard as it gets in my life. So let's set this issue aside before I get a pimple and do something else! Do not email me pro or con for ending the story, that's not what I'm asking for here. I'm not asking for anything, I'm just thinking aloud because it helps.

rache

Chapter 53 note a week early...

2008-12-16T18:58:00.000-08:00

2008-10-12

And the reason for that is to avoid spoilers. Sorta. Chapter 53 is my trailer for the coming attraction "Shoulders of Orion" which is "25 Pairs Part II" basically, and I need to talk about that. Well, maybe I don't NEED to, but still...

The chapter, when it posts, will contain the huge spoilers for the original book and so we have choices: Skip the chapter entirely and don't read the original novel. Skip the chapter until you've read "25 Pairs" or...Read the chapter and decide then if you want to read the original story. Obviously I'd prefer you read the story and then the chapter, but whatever you want is fine with me. I just wanted to warn you.

Note for 25 Pairs

First all, in case I haven’t said it before, Twenty Five Pairs is my “real” novel, meaning I wanted to play with style and techniques that I’d use for a mainstream, non-erotic Great American Novel. It’s a very good story and it frightens people away because of certain elements in it, some of the codes aren’t what most people are looking for. But those brave readers who took the chance were ultimately rewarded by the experience and I received a lot of praise and positive feedback for it. Lots of people said “It should be published!” and I’m not sure about that, but it’s a step.

The second part, the continuation, will happen. I’ve started it and my desire is to make it more accessible to the general readership, but without compromising what happened in the first book. The sequel will be different in many ways and I’m going to play some more with how I tell the story. It’s a serious thing for me. So the story has to be really good, I mean the plot, which is an element I usually leave to chance. In this case I have to really work one out in advance and know where I’m going with it.

The original book, 25 Pairs, I wrote the first five chapters without really thinking about what I was going to say. That book was written off the cuff and it shows in various places and I had to work my butt off to make things work. I guess I’m fortunate that I have some small measure of talent for such things. But I don’t want to have to do that again.

One thing I’m looking is mixing the narrative. Most of the story, three-fourths of it or more, will be told first person by Natalie, the heroine of the story. There are scenes and plot points that need to be expressed, however, that she isn’t privy to and so I’m mixing in a bit of third person narrative to move the story and explain certain things as they become necessary. I’m not sure how well that will work yet. If it doesn’t work out, then I’ll have to rewrite what I have from Natalie’s narrative and do the whole story third person.

But my goal, as I say, is to basically write a story that could be published, except I’m gonna put a bunch of sex in it. SOL and other forums are good places for experimenting and getting reactions and once I’m fairly happy with my abilities to do that, to write a “real” novel…I’ll write one with acceptable erotic content and ship it off to every publisher I can find and see what happens. Writing a novel and getting on the NY Times Bestsellers List isn’t a real high priority for me. Making a million dollars doesn’t really interest me. But I’d like to have one Book-of-the-Month club selection just so I can say I did it and move on to something else.

It can’t be too hard, I’ve read some of those books and they suck. Some of them. So it’s just a matter of motivation and I’m hoping my desire to write something cool will provide that for me. That all sounds flakey, doesn’t it? Sorry. That’s the problem with being a spoiled brat who always got everything she ever wanted. I don’t live in the real world, but that’s never stopped me either, so…

Anyway! That’s the rache report…make sure you use a lot of sun screen! It’s gonna be a hot one out there!

15 December Note

2008-12-15T19:18:00.000-08:00

Hey! I'm fixing my blog, or trying to, but I'm sorta drunk and sorta out of time, so I only got half the posts up...But they're all old ones anyway. I'll get the rest up tonight or tomorrow. What time is it? Why is it so dark anyway? Nevermind.

Thanks...So, that's why it looks different here. I was working on TS Severe's blog too. Stipud blogs

evil little sister's Audio Writing Guide

2008-12-15T19:08:00.000-08:00

2008-10-12

- AKA - evil little sister's Soundtrack for Condestruction

I'm totally on a music kick, mostly cause I got a new Ipod thing and I've been making love to it for three days. Anyway, I'm also in a sharing mood and so I wanted to give away my evil little sister writing guide for your ears. It's about 90 minutes long which is about perfect to get a decent sized chapter written and I tend to pace my writing to the music and it works amazingly well. The mood changes help a lot too, believe me. Nothing worse than listening to Kylie's mix and trying to write an evil little sister story...You end up with things like "Devil Inside" when that happens.

Anyway, I call this "Writing on the Bathroom Wall" and when I want to write something kinda weird this is the mix I generally plug in. It's sorta up and down, so when something quick is playing I can hit mach three, when it's hard I throw in some sex, and when it's gentle, well, that's when I think about plot and maybe throw in some tender dialogue, you know, the lovey dovey stuff. So, if you want to write like your evil little sister, try listening to this. Really, really loud...

els - writing on the bathroom wall

Huh? What's in it?

01 - Funeral Song as performed by Harry Heck (The only decent part of the Punisher movie...What a waste)
02 - The Future by Leonard Cohen (Go Canada! He's like Captain Kirk and Neil Young combined. Sorta.)
03 - Closer by Nine Inch Nails (Trent wants to fuck me like an animal!)
04 - Evening Rain by Moby (just to catch my breath after all that sex)
05 - Manwich (I'll eat you alive mix) performed by Women of Sodom (San Francisco Dyke Theater! Be there!)

06 - Red Right Hand by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds (Change the mood)
07 - The Order of Death by Public Image Limited (I need a better plot than Blair Witch, for sure!)
08 - Invisible Wounds (The Suture Mix) by Fear Factory (This is cookin! I sing along with this one)
09 - Whatever (I Had A Dream) by Butthole Surfers (Take a deep breath and appreciate a little Shakespeare)
10 - Change (In the House of Flies) by Deftones (Music to masturbate by!)

11 - Born Bad by Juliet Lewis (the original evil little sister, she even has green eyes!)
12 - Voodoo by Godsmack (has to be here someplace)
13 - Lights Out by Rage Against the Machine (A gang-bang for your ears!)
14 - No Sex by Limp Bizkit (The start of a beautiful relationship)
15 - I Put a Spell On You by Marilyn Manson (about this time I'm banging my head on my keyboard)

16 - Rearranged by Limp Bizkit (The end of a beautiful relationship)
17 - Sad Exchange by Finger Eleven (that happy ending is looking grim)
18 - Heaven's A Lie by Lacuna Coil (Like Evanescence...Before there ever was an Evanescence)
19 - Into the Void by Nine Inch Nails (Trent is telling me to wrap it up already)
20 - Extreme Ways by Moby (because I like happy endings as much as the next girl)

And by the time it's over we have a completed 5000 word chapter complete with humor, romance, pain, and a lot of raunchy evil little sister Femdom sex! See? It really is the best writing guide I've ever heard and I use it a lot!

els

Yeah...Rock out. Whatever.

Killing time

2008-12-15T19:07:00.002-08:00

2008-10-11

I've killed bout everything else, mighta as well do this too...

I just saw something funny as hell in the "Blog Updates" ...

Mr. Cock posted Comming Soon

That's a story right there!

Let's talk scores just because I can. I mentioned this on the SOL group forum, that I wish there was a way to filter scores down to something more specific than EVERYTHING you know what I mean? Like comparing (and even generating) scores for stories that bear more resemblance to each other than a 26 letter alphabet.

Comparing a short Femdom piece with small readership that posts on a single date and is finished...How does that compare to a story that is a fantasy romance, running for a year or more with an exceptionally large fanbase? There's no reasonable comparison to be made and I have a hard time finding a real purpose behind scores except to give readers a toy they expect and author's something to ignore or cry or gloat over as they desire. I see a lot of crying in the blogs. Gosh...I wish I owned a Kleenix factory.

So scores are supposed to reflect reader opinion and relative quality, I guess and I'm not gonna rant or bitch, I'm just pointing out that some comparisons don't work. I don't have a solution or anything like that. I'm not even exactly sure how to define the problem as I see it.

I just really want to like scores. I want to find some value there and scoring low or high or in between, I can deal with opinion. I've been here awhile, but scores would mean more and be much more useful and relevant if the criteria was more focused, or the qualifications of stories being rated were much more similar. Like short stories seperated from novels, that would help in a lot of ways, I would think. It's two different things, different styles and methods and ways of a telling a story.

Anyway, I'm just meandering my thoughts out here.

Killing time while I wait for my ride.

rache

Thirteen

2008-12-15T19:07:00.001-08:00

2008-10-09

While I'm waiting for my music to upload, I suppose I should talk about today's post Thirteen by evil little sister.

I recently came across some stories which involve women, invariably mothers and daughters, who are fixated upon cuckolding their (wimp) husbands and boyfriends. They like to talk about the difference between love and sex and how different men in their lives contribute in different ways to their happiness.

Maybe you've seen those stories, maybe not. In any case, I was sitting around and thinking "Well, shoot...I've never done that before. I wonder if it's hard?" So I wrote one. I'm positive it's not an awesome story and I freely admit I tried my best to adhere to the style and arguments put forth in the other stories that I read. I wasn't trying to come up with anything really knew or amazing, not reinventing the genre. I simply wanted to try it.

I did throw in some non-standard things. Like the evil little sister, just because it is essential to have one, in this case a castrating lesbian bitch. Always and forever a favorite arch-type of mine. As well as the submissive and willing little brother who wants to have his balls kicked...Love those guys!! I need to write a few more stories for eunuch archive one of these days. They love me and email me and ask, "When, Mistress?" ...Soon!

The whole thing took, I dont know, an hour to write? Maybe. It's all talking and dialogue really goes fast for me. I tend to write slower when I have to describe something as a narrative. Dialogue, I go just about as fast as my fingers can type. So an hour or 90 minutes at the very most and that's important only because it does allow me the freedom to take my own sweet time with other stories. So anytime I can steal an extra minute...I'm there.

I'll probably never write another. Don't look for any kind of continuation, it won't happen. "Thirteen" is a standalone and it's posting in about half an hour or so.

harce

This ain't Rock 'n Roll...

2008-12-15T19:06:00.001-08:00

2008-10-09

…it’s Genocide!

Bonus points if you can name the artist and the album without looking it up...cheaters!

I like expressing my opinions. Violently if I have to, but generally I’m of the meek persuasion and I like to save my bullets. Anyway, I love music and I have it going pretty much 24/7 in one form or another. Life needs a soundtrack.

So, I figured I’d not only share with you my own personal opinion on the ten greatest Rockah Rollah albums of all time, but I’d share them as well. Being an anarchist like I am and demonstrably firm in my belief that everything everywhere should be free!

My criteria for the greatest rock albums of all time are, among other things, the album has to be at least ten years old (to give it some perspective) and so “Californication by the Red Hot Chili Peppers just barely missed my list (1999) I was born in 1982 and so about the time I was 14 or 15 I really started taking music seriously. I was really into it and around 1996 or so I was all over the alt/grunge thing especially when we moved to Seattle in '98...Goth was alive and well too! The Cure! Some hip-hop too, but I was into the drugs, sex, and rock n roll thing and I didn't know any black people. Eminem wasn't around yet, see? He changed my life...

Anyway, so my fav bands are Nirvana, NIN, Smashing Pumpkins, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and all that nineties stuff is way good for me. But I love old music a lot! My husband is ten years older than me, so he's got a different perspective, but he really got me into some older stuff. And then a boyfriend I had, a musician wannabe rock guy, he was into like Johnny Rivers and Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan and old rock/blues and I was just blown away. Scott in "Girl Fag" is that guy. Scott...that was his name and everyone should have a boyfriend who knows good music you never heard of!! Hank Williams...the old dead one? He rules! I love that juxtaposition and I wish I had a can of spraypaint right now...

Hank Willams Roolz Bych! put that on a boxcar and roll it through town!

Let's see, my top three albums never change, they’re pretty much fixed in stone, as is my number ten. The ones in the middle 4-9 are pretty much dependant on whatever I happen to be listening to at the moment. This is what they are this week…

#10 – Legend by Bob Marley (1984) The only studio compilation on my list (since that’s kinda cheating) loses six spots because of it, but it has to be on the list. Marley influenced everybody! My favorite track? "Redemption Song" recorded in the man’s kitchen. Marley could cook, mon! Even if you don’t like reggae…This is freakin classic!

#9 – 16 Tears by Tears For Fears (80's/Mine) I combined Songs From the Big Chair with the tracks I like off The Hurting and ended up with this. It’s just feel good music from a bunch of sensitive guys who liked to hang out in vegetarian discotheques. Tracks like “Shout” and “Pale Shelter” and my favorite “Head Over Heels” really cheer me up like you wouldn’t believe! I think a better title for HOH would be “Gentle Persuasion” though.

#8 – Blade Runner by Vangelis (1981) My favorite movie based on a short story by my favorite author! The soundtrack lets me watch it while I do something else. I swear, I have every scrap of dialogue memorized, I’ve watched it a thousand times. I just really wish I could get the narration from the studio release combined with the director’s cut, you know? And that dream sequence in the DC changes the movie 180 degrees!

#7 – Throwing Copper by Live (1994) This is just a pretty darn good album, but the coolest thing (besides the video for Lightning Crashes) is that it was recorded in a studio about half an hour from where I was living at the time!! Of course I was only 12 years old and living on Spice World, but still…I rode right past those guys on my way to Mall of America!! Nothing cool ever happens to me and when it does…I miss it!!

#6 – The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly by Ennio Morricone (1968) The classic icon of movie soundtracks. It’s copied, parodied, and enjoyed every single day somewhere in the world. You can’t live a week without hearing some of it (usually a section of the Main Titles) …I mean, it was in the Matrix! For crying out loud! My favorite is “The Ecstasy of Gold” and is Tucco totally cool or what? Eli Wallach as a Mexican bandito!!!

#5 – Pretty Hate Machine by Nine Inch Nails (1989) Trent Reznor’s masterpiece of love and despair is narcissistic, pornographic, and utterly brilliant. From the angry independence of “Head Like A Hole” to the bitter self-pity of “Something I Can Never Have” this album is like a twelve-step program for anyone in a love-hate affair with God.

#4 – Siamese Dream by Smashing Pumpkins (1993) Billy Corgan, when I finally discovered him, is the single biggest influence on my writing. Even more than Anais Nin, even more than Lord Byron, this is the guy to blame for all of my problems! Little bald fuck! But Jesus, the guy makes awesome music and this Pumpkins album is the one that crushes you with beauty, humor, guilt, and the sadness we feel when the last leaf falls from the last tree at the end of autumn.

#3 – Let It Be by The Beatles (1970) Existential Beatles! The End of History! I’m not a huge Beatles fan, but this album was their last and they could barely pull it together. With Yoko Ono hovering in the background, you can see the desperation in their eyes and especially hear it in their voices. It’s the second best, last album ever made by anyone ever and all those morons who were begging for a reunion? What planet were they living on? Eleanor Rigby was dead, remember?

#2 – MTV Unplugged in New York by Nirvana (1994) The best last album by anyone demonstrated why Nirvana could lay claim to “The Greatest Rock n Roll Band in the World” and get away with it. Kurt Cobain wasn’t performing for me or you, or anyone else. He was on stage before God and challenging the Guy to explain Himself and this beautiful fucked up world. Like everything else they ever did, the album is prejudiced by Kurt’s suicide, but that was part of it. That’s where it was coming from and it seems so obvious now.

#1 – London Calling by The Clash (1979) Rolling Stone voted it the “Album of the Decade” when they did their Decade in Review thing for the '70's, but they had no idea. Opening with the title track, The Clash jump in your face and stay there, influencing more musicians along the way than just about anyone else on the planet. London Calling is an announcement that disco is dead, heavy metal is boring, and music has something to say again. Capitalism, Pop Culture, Terrorism, Crime, Politics…The Clash laid it all on the line and didn’t pull any punches. Filled with cutting references, biting satire and just plain old fun this is the definitive rock n roll album of all time! Listen to "Brand New Cadillac" at least once a day!

...I said, "Jesus Christ! Won't you come on back to me?"
...she said, "Balls to ya, baby! I ain't never comin' back!"

So there we have it! Feel free to disagree with me. I don’t mind and I’m not going to argue my choices. They are what they are and I only hope you feel as excited and fervent and happy with your choices as I do with mine. It’s a good feeling isn’t it?

rache

ps: the answer is "Diamond Dogs" by David Bowie and Ziggy Stardust should be on my list because "Moonage Daydream" is so killer I can't stop listening to it!!

Ten Greatest Albums of All Time!

They're all up now! woo-hoo

Who should NOT read my writing?

2008-12-15T19:05:00.001-08:00

2008-10-06

Dear Rache,

If the prologue was written by you as a spoof, it wasn't funny.

More likely it was written by a 13 year old overweight, pimply faced, virgin nerd.

It's CLEAR this person has never ever been with a human woman who was still alive or conscious. Keep your dog locked up.

Next time instead of acceding to this pathetic persons demands to publish, simply drive a stake through his (or her) heart.

Clear enough?

xxx

Dear xxx, Thanks for taking a look at my story and most especially for taking the time to drop me your comments! I appreciate it very, very much. I'm sorry the "Foreward" didn't appeal to you, that's probably my fault as I'm usually able to keep Matt's creative urges under better control. Sometimes though, I just wake up in the morning, see that bright sun coming up, and the birds are singing, and I just have to say "Fuck it." ...Hopefully, if it did nothing else, it put the rest of the chapters in their proper perspective. But, maybe it would be better if you skipped some or all of those, hmmm...

At any rate. Thanks again and my sincere best wishes!

Rachael

Note: the readers real name is not xxx

Why did you do that? (the squicks note)

2008-12-15T19:04:00.001-08:00

2008-10-06

"Priss" is going to start today (or yesterday or tomorrow wherever you live) and so I thought I'd drop a note. Not only a comment about that story in particular, but in general because I do get asked…

"rache? Why the hell did you…
[in this case] …put a pissing scene in an otherwise perfectly good story like 'Priss'? It squicked me!" So let's talk about…

Squicks!

The first thing you have to know is that I don't really understand how you feel. As much as I'd like to enjoy empathy with my readers, and especially with readers who aren't mine, I simply don't have any squicks. That is to say, nothing I have ever read anywhere has disturbed me with regard to content to the extent that I stop reading. Grammar? Yes. Spelling? Yes. Crappy plots, dialogue, and characters? Oh yes! But not content.

I'm not sure why that is, but believe me when I say it's true. For that reason, I just don't understand how any element in a story can turn people away from it, but I know it happens. With that in mind, I do (all too) often tone down my stories for a general forum like this one. But at the same time, I always feel a little guilty about that. I don't like doing it. I have to balance my desire for a larger audience with my desire to tell the story as I think it should be told. These aren't always compatible, obviously.

The story "Priss" requires a certain element of humiliation and degradation in order to really work. The limits that I'm under make that a little more difficult than you might expect or appreciate. The easy way, the common way, is through public humiliation, but the plot requires a certain level of discretion between Priss and Perry. Adding the water sports element is an easy way to introduce that humiliation aspect without going public. Is it absolutely necessary? No, it's not, but it lends shock and awe and I use it like a hammer.

For that reason, and another that I'll explain in a moment, the pissing scene occurs in chapter one. That way I can start the story and the characters at the bottom and work up, as opposed to starting in the middle and going up and down and all around. This story, being a romance, needs to build. It isn't meant to be the usual sort of cheating/cuckold tale that we're used to. I'm looking for something else here and so I'm playing with the tried and true formula.

The other reason that the pissing happens quickly, in chapter one as I said, is simply to get it out of the way. I want to lose readers before they're invested. Those who are squicked by such things can skip the rest of the story and not feel betrayed or offended that I'm trying to waste their time. That's part of the program with writing Mixed Bag and the format I've chosen for it. I have to pay a little more attention and try not to spring unpleasant surprises if I can help it.

So that's the deal with this story and with some others that I've posted. My goal has never been to squick anyone without some kind of warning. Whether it's in the synopsis or story codes, or however I can make it plain that an element is in a story, I will. In this case I'm putting codes at the beginning of every chapter, as you may have noticed. And those codes are chapter specific where needed and story specific if nothing else. "Tina Vasquez" codes are more story oriented than chapter, because it is a low sexual content story and what there is of it is specific to lesbian romance.

So let's talk about Priss, although not too much since it is in progress. I've written 3 chapters for it as I write this. The genesis of "Priss" is directly descended from writing "Imaginary Man" and I wanted to take another look at cheating and infidelity.

Amber, in "Imaginary Man" was the hero. She was the good character and it was more of a tragedy-romance without much hope of a happy ending. In two of the three endings that I wrote, everybody gets what they want, except Amber. Only in the third version does she actually find true happiness, but it comes at such a high price. Chapter 4 is just brutal, emotionally speaking, and more than she deserved.

In most cheating/cuckold stories the husband is usually the victim and I hate that stereotype of the vilified wife. I really do. And so do readers, apparently. I mean, pick a cuckold story and the scores are generally abysmal. There are a lot of readers who will automatically score the story low, probably without actually reading anything but the codes. Some men just have a hate-on for cheating wives, or something. And they are men, don't try to tell me the feminists are voicing their displeasure. The feminists couldn't care less.

Anyway…tangents, I do go off. Sorry. So I wanted another "victim" female character, but I wanted it more obvious this time around. I wanted a girl who is truly innocent and her heart is in the right place. She's being used and manipulated and she wants to do the right thing, but self-preservation is always a strong motive. I also wanted to demonstrate a different sort of vulnerability. Not only that Priss is guilty of her past and being blackmailed, that's the obvious conflict that provides the plot vehicle. The plot itself, the girl's real vulnerability, is deeper in that Priss is still drawn to what she was and to the sort of man who enjoys her as a whore. I'm taking the old Saint/Whore duality that many men want in their women and applying it to Priss in an obvious way, but hopefully I can make the subtext interesting and fresh.

I won't talk about where the story is going or how it will end, largely because I'm still writing it, but also because I'd hate to spoil it more than I have. But this note should clue interested readers in what I'm doing with it and why. And I'll tell you, these kinds of notes are my real "writing guides" so to speak. If you want to know how I do it, or where my thought processes are in the methodology of story creation, this is it. This is what's going on in my head, for better or worse.

How well it works…We'll find out as the story progresses.

rache

The Imaginary Man Author's Commentary

2008-12-15T19:03:00.000-08:00

2008-10-02

The last chapter will be posting shortly as I write this, if it hasn't already. All three versions.

The story is basically my upside down attempt to counter-balance the huge, huge number of stories involving white men wanting to see their wives with black men. I turned it around. But in true rache fashion, that wasn't good enough. I wanted a little more conflict than just a reluctant wife. I wanted her to have her own personality, her own desires, and her own vulnerabilities.

I've said it before, characters are everything for me and the "action" is only important in how it affects a character. I mean some stories are only about the action, mine are (hopefully) more about the characters and the conflict is just a tool to inform us about them. That's a very simple explanation, I know.

Why three endings? I wasn't happy with any of the three. The obviously limiting factor was where chapter four ended. Amber was in a very bad place emotionally. She was wrecked and it's hard to see where anything positive could come from that, without turning the story into a completely misogynist fantasy ...And let me say, chapters 3 and especially 4 are definitely "classic" scenes of male dominance. Hopefully they were set up enough to be acceptable for the Amber character. And then the idea was always to "save" Amber at the end. To find a happy ending, in some form.

So I took my three shots at it. Individually they're all interesting and I think they're plausible to varying degrees. But if I had it to do over, I'd probably go easier on chapter 4 and it was a good lesson for me. I'm applying it to "Priss" actually, which is a similar story in theme, but I'm hoping it will be better written.

So that's kinda the deal. I don't want to put any spoilers here. Writing is hard sometimes. It can be complicated as a creative/philosophical exercise because characters are people. They just live in a different way, but they still require a great deal of energy and thought if they're going to work.

Thanks for reading

and if you haven't read it...It's not a bad story.

rache

"Your Stories are too long..."

2008-12-15T19:02:00.000-08:00

2008-09-30

Strangely enough, and I’m a big believer in coincidence, I received two emails on the same day in which readers commented on the length and content of my stories. Perhaps other authors have also found similar musings in their mail boxes, I’m not sure.

One of them (and I must paraphrase as I don’t have the email in front of me) said… “You write hot sex scenes and I always get off, but I have to skip a lot of bullshit to get to them. Stop writing so much and give us readers what we want: SEX!!!”

Another email, back-to-back mind you, said: “I adore your stories, but I often have to skip the sex scenes because I’m so involved with the characters and what they’re doing. Please, please write more stories with less sex in them.”

Needless to say these are mixed signals and in all fairness, neither comment is the first of its kind that I’ve received. But on the same day? My bushy little tail is twitching!

Unfortunately my name isn't Solomon and I have no solution...But I do have this, which makes just about as much sense and it will have to suffice for an answer until I figure something else out.

The Out-CONUS Rental Agreement

Para.I
The party of the first part, being the Lease Holder for the duration of this contract, shall herewithforever be known as Your Name Here (or simply Mistress/Master); and the party of the second part, being Under Lease for the duration of this contract shall hereforeverafter be known as Rachael Ross (or simply Property); and this contract will suffice in all matters legal and/or otherwise to present due ownership for, responsibility of, and unrestricted access to the body and mind of the party of the second part by the party of the first part, unless otherwise indicated in the agreement as specified in Paragraph III below.

Para.II
Without regard to Local Law, Custom, and/or Taboo the party of the second part, being the Property she is, agrees freely and without reservation to Suck Cock; Lick Pussy; Wash Balls; Tongue Assholes; Lick Feet, Fingers, Underarms, Etc; Swallow Cum, Spit, Piss, Etc; Take Cock Bareback in her Asshole and Pussy; Masturbate, Piss, Suck, Fuck, Etc in Public and Private as circumstances dictate. Furthermore, Property fully agrees to engage in Any and All Sexual Activity with Horses, Dogs, Goats, Etc and accept any and all forms of Penetration and Stretching including but not limited to Dildos, Beer Bottles, Baseball Bats, Etc in Any Orifice Available; Property agrees Not To require any form of contraceptive for the duration of this contract. Additionally, Property will Accept any and all forms of BDSM to include Bondage; Corporal Punishment; Piercing; Tattooing; Public Humiliation, Degradation, Etc; and Any Other Sexual Activity not expressly noted in this contract.

Para.III
The following Restrictions apply: The Lease Holder may not sub-lease the party of the second part to Any Third Party for profit or non-monetary compensation. The Lease Holder may not: Amputate, Institutionalize, Snuff, Etc the party of the second part for Any Reason; Property will not engage in any sexual activity with persons under the age of Reason as Defined by Thomas Aquinas; Property will not participate in Any Activities involving Pigs, Electricity, Infants, Etc; Property Agrees to Negotiate Over Pie any subsequent modifications to this paragraph As Required to facilitate the fulfillment of Property’s Moral and Legal obligations.

Dated: Today’s Date
Signed: Party of the First Part
Signed: Party of the Second Part

Witnessed: Officer of the Court or Embassy
Notarized: Notary or Public Registrar Signature and Seal

Copy 1 Lease Holder Copy
Copy 2 Property Copy
Copy 3 File with Government Agency or Embassy
Copy 4-6 Seattle Girl Rental Legal, Accounting, and HRO Copies

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"What the hell is that?" you may ask, well...If you ever saw my website, you'd know! Please visit the BFG/Severe Discipline Webring today. (Noooo...I'm not going to tell you where it is!) I'm teasing you. I don't have a webring or a web site, and certainly not four of them! Where would I find the time?

I should mention that BFG is the owner and operating agency for "Seattle Girl Rental" which specializes in introducing the lonely traveler to girls more than willing to do anything for a dollar. Our girls come in a variety colors to fit your mood and the flavor of the month is always cherry! Next time you're in Seattle, don't waste your time missing your wife and children...Call Seattle Girl Rental and order up a hot blonde cherry pie ala mode! You won't be sorry and your wife will never know. We discreetly bill your major credit card as "Pumpin' Pete's Penis Enlargement Service" so go ahead, let her see your bank statements and then ask your wife if she's noticed anything different about you lately! Seattle Girl Rental ~ We know Women because We are One!

But, people do ask me "What the hell is BFG? Bi Female Golfer?" Only in your dreams, Tiger. No. BFG is my very own little production company and it stands for "Bound For Glory" and we produce only the finest in BDSM entertainment using homeless people and stray dogs. We pay them with foodstamps and the McDonalds Gift Certificates that we take from little kids at Christmas after we beat them up. Don't look so shocked...Everybody does it, but here at BFG we're honest enough to admit it!

Severe Discipline is our parent company and a wholly owned subsidiary of T.S.Severe Heavy Industries Ltd. "Don't blame us, we didn't do it!" That was our old motto, our new one is, "God made mankind, but everything else is made in China!" since we recently opened a 40,000 Sqft dildo factory in Shanghai. No, silly, the dildo's aren't that big...the factory is! Our largest dildo is a life-size replica of George Bush complete with our patented "Fist Pumpin' Rally the Troops to Victory!" handshake technology. Put one in your front yard and watch the neighbors turn green with envy!

For a full catalogue, please visit our website at www.whitehouse.gov and tell 'em rache sent ya. That'll put you on the FBI's Watch List along with such notable personalities as Wheelchair Bob, Seymour Bush, and that crazy old lady with all the cats. You know the one.

Any questions?

rache

Imaginary Man: Choose your Ending Contest

2008-12-15T19:01:00.000-08:00

2008-09-27

Just kidding, there's no contest. But I did write three alternate endings for "Imaginary Man" and they're all posting simultaneously, on schedule 02 Oct 2008...Chapter 4 will have a little note at the bottom explaining the rules, or at least giving readers a hint as to which one to read.

I'd post more but the note I wrote is with my goat on a boat and contains a whole lot of spoilers. So I'll post it later. Anyway, so there's a Part V-A, V-B, and V-C coming...Doesn't that just beat all!!

ehcar

A Basic Guide to Dog Sex v1.1

2008-12-15T19:00:00.000-08:00

2008-09-26

Hi. A quick note to say I reposted the article largely to clarify some organizational issues. I also fixed a couple small, but annoying grammar mistakes, and I added a section on "Making Out" for beginners...Don't try and give your dog a hickey! I forgot to put that in...shoot. Always something.

Thanks.

a little (big) dog video in real media format

So, you wanna be a writer...

2008-12-15T18:58:00.002-08:00

So, you wanna be a writer...

2008-09-26

I’ve decided to write a “Rachael’s Guide to Picking Up Psychotic Women” to help out some guys I know, so that will be occupying some of my spare time.

I have a guide to writing and I’ve posted it before.

The rache Guide to Writing

Chapter One

Make sure you have really thick skin.

The end

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That’s the whole thing. I edited it myself. Probably I should double space it, huh? Make it a little thicker.

Some people do ask me “rache, how do I write a story?” or some variation on that question and my answer is always the same. “Beats me.” I don’t know how you do it, I only know how I do it. I’ve condensed my process into a few very simple steps. If you’d care to emulate them, be my guest. I don’t believe in capitalism. Everything should be free. Everyone should own a gun too. I’m an optimist.

Okay how do I write? Easy:

(1) I start with a blank screen and absolutely silence while I gather the forces of darkness around me. (Selling my soul was the best deal I ever made!)
(2) I start typing. It doesn’t matter what. I like to start with dialogue because then I know I have a character. Usually, by the time I hit my first comma I know how the story is going to end and I just keep typing until I get there.
(3) Repeat as necessary until you have so many stories that you can write your own writing guide.

I don’t make notes. I don’t arc my plots or my characters. I don’t worry a lot about where anything is happening. Every character has something to say and the trick, if there is such a thing, is to let them say it. I know this is totally unhelpful, sorry about that. If I was good at teaching I’d probably be a teacher instead of the shiftless coffee making pencil sharpener I am. I can sharpen pencils like you wouldn’t believe!

Anyway, if you’re serious about writing like I wish I was, there are some writing guides out there. I’ve seen the links, but never actually looked at any of them, but I’m sure they’re outstanding.

What else? I’m in a talkative mood, just cause I’m too wired to sleep and too sleepy to write. I should go karaoke, but he’s already asleep.

Editors. People ask, “Why don’t you get an editor?” or else they ask “Rachael, who is your editor?” What I’m looking for in an editor isn’t necessarily what most editors want to do, so I do it myself mostly. Being schizophrenic comes in handy sometimes, believe me. Editing is a lot like masturbation, except it isn’t as fun and makes a bigger mess. I edit as I go and proofread for grammar and spelling as I feel the compulsion. That is to say, I give the story or chapter a once over immediately before posting and then I read the story through once it’s posted on the website. Amazing how errors jump off the screen once the story is out of my hands…I hate that!

I write reasonably clean anyway though, so I should be grateful.

The illusion of debt. I see it in emails, in forums, in blogs, in…everywhere. “Author’s owe us this…” and “Author’s owe us that…” I see a lot of complaints about slow/unfinished/abandoned stories and it’s a hot topic, especially for readers who are emotionally invested in a story. I appreciate that as I’m sure most authors do. My own philosophy is that I have no debts to readers other than those I’m willing to make. I can’t be “forced” into writing something just because a reader expects it of me. They can expect me to send them fifty dollars, it doesn’t mean I’ll do it, and time really is money…But that’s an oversimplification, I think.

I’m willing to entertain a debt in the sense that I’m obligating myself to finish something I start, if it can be finished. But that’s a debt to myself and I’m one of those people who respond well to internal motivation and very poorly to external. Everytime someone says I owe them something, I just bristle at that and I have to pause and reinterpret the statement into something internalized. I don’t owe readers anything, but I try to align my own requirements so that we can all be satisfied.

Why am I bothering to say any of that? I dunno. I like the drama. Or more likely I want to make my excuses before I rant at someone. It’s always better to plan rants well in advance and lay the groundwork early, believe me. Ranting is underrated as an art form and I really wish I had a collection of my finest rants. I think they’d score remarkably well given the environment and calendar.

And speaking of politics, nobody wonders but I’ll tell you anyway. I’m an anarchist and truthfully, if a political party has a national convention? They’re too far right for me. I don’t really believe in elections and I’m pushing for a system of political selection based on a national lottery…Mostly because it gives me one chance in a few hundred million of getting to fuck in the white house every night. Failing a lottery, picking a random name out of a phone book sounds pretty good too. That’s why I keep my numbers listed!

What else? A top ten list!

Here’s my top ten favorite stories (not written by me) and found on SOL… Ummmm…I’ll get back to you on that.

I have to confess, and this is serious, that I’ve only read about a dozen porn stories in my whole life and four of those were flash. I just don’t like to read porn. I’m reading “Charlotte’s Movie” by Ken Randall and it seems pretty good so far. I read the prologue and the epilogue already. Like I told him the other day, one step at a time. So for you few people who wonder why I don’t have any favorites listed, that’s why.

I just am not into reading the stuff. I don’t even reread mine, except to edit them a year or two later. It’s not that the stories are bad, mine or anyone else’s; it’s a combination of things. I don’t have time is number one. I absolutely cannot stress how little time I have to do anything like read or write just for fun. It’s why I type as fast as I can when I can and spare little energy for the niceties like editing. I’m going to be kicking myself tomorrow for not writing Tina Vasquez (5) right now…I should be working on that.

So, if you want to know what rache reads…Very little. But I did read an awesome Jaoman story yesterday. Hmmm…I forget the title. “Your Will” by Jaowriter…Pure stroke! But he had to point it out and that’s the way it is for almost everything I read. I can’t go browsing, which pretty much sucks. I’d like to run a category search on pygmy cream pies some time. I have this idea of writing a story and taking codes literally, like writing a story with water sports and cream pie codes and have like two water polo teams throwing banana cream pies at each other after a big game…

I’m really tired!

rache

I'm outraged!

2008-12-15T18:58:00.001-08:00

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

Story Notes for Trek, Imaginary Man

2008-12-15T18:57:00.000-08:00

2008-09-19

Publish Post

There's a chapter in the queue for Mixed Bag called "Star Trek: Season 5 Teaser" I honestly forget when it's up for posting, but soon I think. Anyway, it's from a longer story called (drum roll please...) "Star Trek: Season Five" obviously.

It's just a teaser, the first chapter from Episode Three, and I think it's kind of fun. I had to track down a Navy guy to give me an idea for it and he hooked me up! Like Popeye on spinach, I love those Navy guys! So it's pretty cool and it's all Star Trek the original series, with Kirk and Spock and all those guys. I'm hoping to have it finsihed soon and then I'll be posting it under "High School Sweetheart" probably. So this is the trailer for coming attractions.

I don't do a lot of Fan Fiction. I did one X-files story (in screenplay format...In honor of Darren Morgan, my favorite television writer and kind of a homage for a line he threw in my favorite x-files episode) anyway...I did a Superman story too, but that's about it. So Star Trek, the old one, is just ripe!! It's fun as hell and there is such a huge amount of information available on it. So that's what I'm doing there...A synopsis?

Basically the entire story is about Kirk and Rand being kidnapped during a transporter malfunction by a pair of space pirates. Kirk and Rand get switched, so Captain Kirk is now the sexiest Captain in Starfleet and Yeoman Rand is trying to learn how to perform the infamous flying dropkick. The two pirates are a huge Klingon jerk who likes raping the Orion galley slave and loves a Romulan Domme. He's the brawn, she's the brains and once she learns that they accidentally kidnapped the legendary Captain Kirk, she starts trying to figure out a way to use him to further her neferious plans for galactic domination. Unfortunately Rand is now in Kirk's body and Kirk is trying to talk her Yeoman into taking her virginity, since who ever heard of a Virgin Starfleet Captain? It's embarrassing!...

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On a lighter note...I mean, reverse that. On a more serious note, "The Imaginary Man is coming and it's another interracial story. I swear, those things are like French fries. You can't eat just a handful. I'm hoping it'll be the last for awhile and I can focus on other things.

The story is about a black man who wants to see his young, beautiful wife having sex with white men. She just wants to love him.

Notes on that story...I really had to look closely at issues of jealousy, guilt, and self-esteem. I wanted as much of it to seem plausible as possible. I wanted the dialogue to sound realistic and I wanted the emotional content especially to ring true...And yet I knew I was writing a porn story. It was going to have sex in it, things were going to happen, good and bad, and some events would necessarily go a little over the top towards the end. That's okay though because porn is like that, short stories in general are often compressed and exagerration is a tool useful for that.

Originally I used "Kylie" and Rodney" and it was going to be a Kylie X. story, but with Karen in progress, I changed the names and gave it to rache. It's not really a Kylie story anyway as she is by nature a rather optimistic person. rache, on the other hand, doesn't say the glass is half-empty, she says, "Where the fuck's the rest of my water?"

And that line I'm going to steal for Sister Ellen in RBVS II ...So that's my little notes for those two, soon to be released chapters and stories and whatever.

Thanks

Rachael "The Drama Stops Here" Ross

I Love My Dog

2008-12-15T18:56:00.000-08:00

2008-09-19

I posted my handy guide to dog sex. It isn't a story, it's non-fiction and it's been used on various and sundry sites in different forms. It probably needs another rewrite soon. There's supposed to be an associated FAQ but I'm always so lazy with that stuff. It's hard to write the stuff you know, ever notice that? It becomes like work, which is why I keep away from certain topics and write sparingly about others. I mean, if I can walk into my bedroom and let my dog fuck me...Why do I want to write about it? I can write about something totally outside my experience and be thoroughly entertained. The need is a little different.

But I digress. This "story" which it is not, is just for information, although I hope some of it will be entertaining as well. I'd certainly invite anyone who is active and wants to add something, or discuss any aspect of the subject or the guide, to drop me a line. I've always been active and open and if you don't know I could often be found on irc sitting in #dogsex answering questions. I moderated there for a while and that was pretty great.

I turned off the voting. I could see no point for it and the idea of getting votes for appeal or plot on an article so clearly labeled? heh. It really is intended for a very small audience and that's about it.

Thanks.

Mixed Bag Commentary (1)

2008-12-15T18:55:00.000-08:00

2008-09-16

Mixed Bag Author’s Notes

I have these and I suppose I should use them…

About Mixed Bag, first of all. It’s being written as I post it, meaning the multi-chapter stories are being written simultaneously. That’s fun because I jump around and really have to scramble to keep up. I’m about five days ahead of myself, meaning I have five chapters queued as I write and I’d like to get that buffer up to seven. It’s hard though since I have other commitments. So be aware that some of these author’s notes are about stories unfinished and in progress. I’ll try not to spoil anything or paint myself in a corner.

Foreword by Matt the Big Ass Fucker Self-explanatory. I wanted to poke fun at porn and all the crappy porn stories out there, including some of mine. The name of the author just makes me giggle. I think it’s amazingly clever and it really needs no other story. “Matt the Big Ass Fucker. The end.” is the whole story basically and either you have a sense of humor that can appreciate the joke, or you don’t. Basically I put that story as the foreword to scare off the people I don’t want reading my stuff at all. You must have a sense of humor or 90% of my writing will make zero sense.

The Long Wait for Tomorrow by Rachael Ross is my homage to Kurt Vonnegut and one of my favorite all time stories “The Long walk to Forever” but Kurt didn’t put a big sex scene in it…What a tease! I’d started a continuation with this, where Trent has to duel the slighted husband-to-be, kills him and then has a lot of clever dialogue with Molly’s father and ends up with not only the girl, but her birthright, which turns out to be a fleet of heavily armed spaceships. That was all pretty fun, but I changed my mind and ended it with the surprise that I did. I hope it was a surprise anyway.

Snack by evil little sister is about a recurring character. There will be additional Snack stories, but I can’t say where and when. I just know that she’ll be around because I have plans for her. Adding the WS code throws off a lot of readers and that’s intentional because future stories will be on the extreme side so I didn’t want to play pattycake to grab readers and then turn them off later. I prefer to do it right from the start when I can.

Harry by Uziel is just a story I wrote when I thought of the word “ballsucker” and was looking for some context. It took a dozen minutes to write and I have no desire to continue it past the ending. I write a lot of those sorts of things, mostly to clear out a the silly thoughts before I start working on something serious. It’s a cute story, not laugh out loud funny really, but one to make us smile and shake our collective heads.

By Any Other Name by rache was old, almost a year old and it was sitting in a forum. I didn’t keep a copy of it as I wrote the story hastily while I was online one day and I was looking for something for Mixed Bag and I remembered this story so I went searching for it. Basically it’s a couple of my favorite characters, the ones I use often for my existential stories about a generation of women adrift without direction, just anger. Riva is straight from “Hit n Run” and the narrator would be right at home in “Tenderness Apart” just as examples, and I use those characters a lot.

The New Club by High School Sweetheart is more fooling around. This is my teen naïve Lolita character, who basically knows exactly what she’s doing and why, but lies to everyone (including the readers) about it. It’s just escapist fun and it ends where it ends. I call that sort of writing “Doodling” mostly.

Mr. Merlin by Lisa Oquias I only have two mind control stories, both of them written by Lisa Oquias and she’s an alter ego that I mostly use for bestiality stories on pay sites. She doesn’t get a lot of free press, but she’s prolific as hell and I just wanted to include her in this collection. The story itself is just poking fun at size issues and mind control stories and harem stories and all that. The things I usually avoid.

The Traveling Man by Rachael Ross This story I rescued from a hard drive and it’s old. I wrote most of it when I was fixated on death and bad thoughts and I used to write a lot of stories romanticizing death and this was one of them. It’s going to be my Christmas story come December on other sites and forums, unless I come up with a better one.

STS 101 by Rachael Ross Another story I wrote for a mini-contest in a forum, Jack’s Erotic Pen (insert phallic imagery here) forum and I had to go dig it out, like I did with Any Other Name. I didn’t have my own copy and it existed only in that one lonely, forgotten corner of the net so I wanted to spread it around. It’s just a joke, an amusing kill ten minutes story.

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Mixed Bag Commentary (2)

2008-09-16

The Door in the Closet by rache Okay now we’re getting into the serious stuff and this story is a little more serious than it appears at first glance. This develops slowly because there’s a lot of information and exposition that has to come out to explain the differences between the two universes. That can be really boring and I do struggle with it because I’m more character oriented, so any information has to be expressed in a way that informs the characters as much as the plot. My plots usually take a backseat to character development and I trust my instincts to lead me through the darkness that results.

This story is about a lot of things. The biggest element is a social and moral philosophy in this alternative universe where balance and harmony and equilibrium are paramount. I try to reference those ideas as much as I can and reinforce and demonstrate them and my eventual idea, the one in the back of my head is that there’s this almost perfect world that exists because of this philosophy, but to achieve it requires some serious sacrifices. Personal sacrifices that might be too much for most of us observing from this universe. That’s my basic premise and I’m only on chapter 6 at the moment, and they’re short chapters, so I have a lot of work to do and I have to be smarter than I’ve been so far with it. I’m not entirely happy with what I have.

Karen by Kylie X. is Kylie doing her Kylie thing. She’s a black girl forced into a relationship with a black man that her parents approve of, but in her heart of hearts, Kylie loves white men. That’s the basic premise behind all of her stories. She’s fixated on the interracial/taboo theme. The wrinkle in this story is adding a lesbian element and so it’s fun and I’m enjoying it. I’m very, very comfortable writing lesbian stories and so this is like a little vacation for me because I can just relax and let my fingers do the walking. In writing this story it’s important to emphasize that Kylie’s motives are reasonable and honorable. She doesn’t want to hurt Rodney unnecessarily, she wants to save him from embarrassment and anger if she can. Same with Karen. Kylie is trying very hard to understand and maintain her friendship with a woman who loves her. It’s a love she can’t reciprocate and so Karen and Rodney are basically a single character (thus I only have to show Karen and reference Rodney) in this story. Hopefully my point is that the emotions involved aren’t dependent on race or gender, it’s a human issue. Who are we attracted to and how do we deal with those feelings? That’s what Kylie attempts to resolve.

Making Chrissie by T.S.Severe This was a story I thought about continuing, but it’s probably unnecessary. When I wrote it my real concern was making sure I went overboard with Chris’ infatuation with Jocelyn. He’d walk on burning glass for her and that’s the real point. She’s pure evil, of course, having absolute power over Chrissie is bound to corrupt her and basically she’s a dark goddess of lust walking the earth. Not much else to say about this one I just wanted to do a Femdom story with forced m/m in it. Everyone else and their mother has one of those, so why not me?

Tina Vasquez – Texas Ranger by rache is one of my rare third person stories because it requires some jumping around from scene to scene and character to character. I rather dislike using multiple narrators and so I avoid it when I can. This story is actually the third part of a trilogy that I never finished called “Good Sports” written in 2002? Maybe. And posted at Necrobabes. Part 1 was a rape/snuff story. Part 2 was a suicide/necrophilia story. Part 3 was never written beyond the bonfire scene with the football players talking. So I decided to pick it up and I can grab scenes from the first two stories and integrate them as flashbacks basically and I think it’ll work well. I’m a better writer than I used to be and this story is NOT snuff and NOT necro, it’s mostly a romance with some murder mystery thrown in for good measure. Flashbacks come in two flavors. Good ones that work and really crappy ones that don’t. Nine times out of ten what we see in amateur porn are of the really crappy variety. I don’t think I’ve ever used flashbacks before, so this will be new for me and a bit of a test to see how well I can manage it. In 25 Pairs I was able to play with foreshadowing and that worked pretty good, I was happy with it. So I’m hoping I can pull off some flashbacks too. Wish me luck.

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Mixed Bag Commentary (3)

2008-09-16

Devil Inside by evil little sister Here we have ELS playing a black Lolita who has some really strange ideas about love and marriage and white women in particular. Basically I just asked myself “What if Kylie and evil little sister had a baby?” and then went to town with it. There may be a part two, but I’m not exactly sure about how much the idea of humiliating Henry’s bitch of a wife appeals to me and that’s what it would be for the most part.

Natalie's World: After School Special by Madly Natalie is basically taking an idea voiced by Stacy in “Devil Inside” and writing a short scene based on it. It’s set in an alternative universe where black girls are playthings for white boys and their daddies. Good clean fun for the whole family, right? Not really a story, but a decent stroke scene for those of us who are into it.

RBVS 2 Teaser: Dog Bones (Lazarus) by rache I have a ton of Lazarus material. Too much of it basically and so any excuse I have to use some of it is always good. This was also an easy way to let anyone who saw it and cares know that yes, RBVS II is in progress and I’m working on it and all that good stuff. I really can’t comment on this too much. Lazarus is the same one from the bible and she’s basically the wild card trying to bring about Armageddon before a bunch of crazed Jesuit fanatics succeed in killing her and, oddly enough, bringing about Armageddon…Maybe. It’s complicated. Anyway, the deal with the thing she gets at the end of the story is that it was with Sixth Army at Stalingrad because the Germans thought it would make them undefeatable, like the Ark of the Covenant thing in RLA. When it became obvious that von Paulus was going to surrender, a few trusty Germans (SS guys probably) snuck out of the city and into the hills and buried it so the Russians wouldn’t get it. Sixty years later, Lazarus digs it up…She knew the Nazis had it because she gave it to them in the first place, which is another story altogether. How did she get it? She took it from a young Jesuit named Beschi who was a parish priest in Alsace-Lorraine and of course he was very unhappy about that, but quite startled at the discovery of Lazarus’ true nature. He was already delving into the mysteries of alchemy by then and soon had some small taste of immortality himself…But that’s another story altogether.

See a pattern here? Lazarus…What a beautiful nightmare to write her.

The Best Man by T.S.Severe is another transsexual story, of course and I went back to a favorite theme of mine, Femdom, but the Fem in this story has an eight inch cock. That’s always pretty fun. I like the idea of a bride getting fucked just before her wedding. I don’t really know why. Cheating stories in general don’t appeal to me personally. They’re kind of neutral for me, but that one idea of a bride cheating and standing at the altar with her unsuspecting husband, taking their vows with another man’s sperm in her womb…It’s evil. It’s hot and really bad! It makes me giggle, actually. It’s that devil inside I got.

So I wanted to twist on that a little and play with it. I had the idea halfway through that Becky should have had her shemale bridesmaid at the wedding and hooked Mark with a prospective transgendered bride of his own. It was too late by then and I didn’t feel like rewriting a lot of words, so I stuck to my original idea. But it is tempting to continue this with the characters I created. It’s really just a stroke story for people into transgender and dominant shemales. I wish my husband was into it, but he doesn’t even like the submissive ones and I totally don’t get that, but I guess a lot of guys aren’t into it.

The Imaginary Man by rache originally called Slut Wife, but I figured I'd steal from Shaw since he's so cool. I'll have to add this later. No time today! Sorry and the story doesn't post for a week anyway.

Okay, that’s all I have to say for author’s notes for now.

Love, rache

Girl Fag author's commentary

2008-12-15T18:54:00.000-08:00

2008-09-16

I’ve done a few notes on this story and I suppose it’s time to do another one.

Girl Fag is a big story, 43 chapters right now at about 10K words each is almost half a million words. That’s a bunch. What’s important for me when I write it is that each chapter has to contribute something to Ann’s character. It has to further the plot, which is Ann’s journey of self discovery. Some stories I’ve read have a lot of filler and not a lot of substance and I’m hopeful that every chapter I’ve posted has something important to say. A chapter couldn’t be removed and not be missed, each one is essential. That’s my fundamental goal towards the writing of this or any story.

I started the story with an objective. A goal line to achieve and not a terribly specific one perhaps, but it is definite. Ann has to go from being a “boy” to being a “girl” and not just any girl, she has to be female enough to win a beauty pageant, for example. She has to be taken seriously enough to become the homecoming queen. Those are not little things for a girl, a young woman of 14-16 or maybe 17 years old. At the beginning of the story, Ann is so far away from being that sort of girl that a real and genuine metamorphosis has to take place. So that was the challenge I set for myself and that’s a big, big bite to try and swallow.

When I reread the story, or portions of it, I think it’s written very well. Not technically perhaps, but as a train of thoughts and a progression of events, and cause and effect, I think it’s pretty good. The language is deliberately simple, Ann’s vocabulary isn’t huge or complicated and that both helps and limits her as a character. As a storyteller it works for me because I use her expression, her voice to demonstrate a growing maturity and understanding. I’m not sure how well that comes out, but it is in my head and probably it just helps me more than the reader.

That same simple, straightforward style of telling the story does mask the complications that arise when writing it. You read it and it seems simple and logical and things make sense, but looking at a blank page and trying to divine what comes next isn’t always easy. I’ve probably done more backtracking and rewriting with this story than I have with all my other ones put together. And that includes the original chapter 17 which was really tearing me up because that was when Brian and his friends corner Ann in the locker room shower. My original instinct was that she was raped.

I wrote the shower rape scene and I posted it knowing that my instincts were right, but my method was wrong. Within a day or two I’d rewritten the whole chapter and punished Brian with his premature ejaculation. The rape, which was correct in essence for Brian’s character, was moved to a later chapter when Ann goes to his house and into Brian’s bedroom, and obviously she barely escapes him. And that whole story arc worked much better and I was much happier with it, but wow! It took a lot of thinking and writing to get it out there and get it right.

And that’s just one example of how much work it is to write that story. I had to do a ton of research on cars. I know nothing about cars. I get in the backseat, somebody drives, and we get where we’re going. That’s all I know about cars. I don’t even have a driver’s license. I took driving lessons and crashed my car and gave up in tears. So I’ve spent hours downloading web pages and information on cars and terminology and asking people questions. I hate cars. Football is the same way. Thankfully we have a Playstation and an Xbox and I like Resident Evil and my husband likes Madden football, so I played that and figured out how football works. Stupid game.

Some aspects of Girl Fag and the characters in it…It’s a fairy tale. A myth, if you like, and the people in it, particularly Ann, are heroes in the classical sense. They’re not like us. They’re larger than life meaning that they’re idealized versions of reality. Jane is more beautiful than beautiful. Julie is innocence personified. Scott possesses perfect empathy. Steve is strong and brave and the knight in shining armor. And every character should hopefully possess at least one characteristic to perfection, whether it’s for good or bad. Henry is pure mischief. Coach is the real father figure in Ann’s life.

At the same time, they each have to present flaws, or a single flaw that makes them vulnerable. Steve loves his sister, that’s his flaw. Jane’s beauty is marred by her low self-esteem. Not all the flaws have been or necessarily will be revealed but they exist, if only in my notes and in my head, and when opportunities arise I try to show them. But that’s where I’m coming from as I write the main characters.

The other characters that are in and out of the story are there largely to present Ann with new experiences and challenges to overcome. Monica and Stacy, in particular. Lisa’s family. Levi and Sandy are two other ones. Her friends in town and Little Steve and his family, his father especially is a villain and he’s creepy, or he should be. I hope he makes readers a little nervous with his obsession and that’s his thing. He’s perfectly obsessed and it’s desire taken to the extreme. Ann doesn’t have enough experience to be truly afraid of it, but she is a little wary. But they’re all there for a purpose that relates directly to Ann. The Boz, for example, is just a benevolent force that she can rely on when she needs the comfort of knowing that “everything’s gonna be cool” if Ann relaxes and takes it easy. He’s the universe, which is why he’s the biggest character physically and decidedly not beautiful, but compelling nonetheless.

I’m up to a thousand words already? Yikes!

I talk a lot and don’t say much. I really want to find an end at 50 chapters, if I can. That’s why I’m writing slowly now because every chapter has to really count and resolve something. Chapter 43 was a biggie because it was an eye opener for Ann. It really is the resolution of her relationships with both Steve and Lisa. Lisa understands that immediately when she removes her collar and leaves it in the car. She doesn’t bring it into the motel room, not only because Ann will obviously not be in a mood to play, but also because she realizes that Ann can’t continue with what’s going on. It was a symbolic thing and maybe readers got it or they didn’t, it doesn’t really matter. But that’s what I was saying there and it’ll be expressed more clearly in a later chapter.

So that’s where I’ve been and where I am and where I’m going with all this. It isn’t easy writing, mostly because after that many chapters the pressure really grows to maintain the level of quality and interest and carry it through to the very last word. At the beginning of a story, you can say whatever you want and it goes quick and easy; the end is always the challenge for me and for most authors. We’ve all read books and stories that start out great but the ending sucks, like the author just didn’t care or didn’t know how and where to end effectively. I really try to avoid that and finish a story with the same or even more energy than I start it with.

I hope I do that with Girl Fag and I guess that’s a good place to end this because my ride’s here. Thanks

rache

FAP-Q

2008-12-15T18:53:00.000-08:00

2008-09-14

Frequently asked personal questions...Don't ask me why. I get a lot of email. I get a lot of questions too and many of them are very similar and occur frequently. Some people are into that stuff, the details or the drama or whatever it is. But mostly people are just people and we're all curious by nature. Here's the questions I get asked the most and my usual answers.

Do you really have sex with dogs? That's number one! Every other day, I get that question and the answer is yes, unless I'm answering the question someplace where it's illegal in which case I just smirk.

Are you really a girl/female/woman? Ninety nine percent of the time I'm all of the above. But when I'm T.S. I have a cute little dick that I like to play with and when I'm Jack Valentine I have a manly phallus of mythic proportions jutting between my muscular legs. Unfortunately Jack isn't very productive because he has to stop every few paragraphs and jerk off just like every other guy I ever knew, present company excluded.

Send me a picture of you! Technically this isn't a question, so I ignore it. But in the unlikely event of a question mark, I have to say I'm a writer, not a model and there are enough pictures of me floating around, believe me.

What's your favorite story of yours/can you recommend a story/which character is most like you? These are all kind of the same, because I assume people ask what I like in the hopes that they'll like it too, but maybe not. Anyway, favoritism is based on different things for different people and me being the author, I robably have different reasons than a reader would have. My current favorite is "World Beneath" and has been since I wrote it. The narrator "Jenna" is the character I'd most want to be, if I could be a character and live in a story of mine. The character most like me is...Take your pick, they're all basically me in one way or another. I don't know. I hate trying to recommend a story because I always, always get it wrong!

Is this author (insert name here) really you? Nine times out of nine...No, it isn't me. But just to make it clear this is the complete list of pen names I have on SOL: rache, Kylie X. T.S.Severe, Uziel, High School Sweetheart, Jack Valentine, Scott Madler, The Cheating Wife, Evil Little Sister ...and no more!

The Cheating Wife will never post another story, it was a one time deal back when I thought I might enjoy writing those sorts of stories...I changed my mind.

High School Sweetheart will never post another story. She had her five minutes, posted a long story that was pretty good and now lives on a small ranch in Ontario raising llamas.

Uziel will continue with "Broken Window" at her convenience and unfortunately her time is my time and I don't have any.

rache, Kylie, T.S. and ELS will remain viable pen names in the foreseeable future.

Jack...Hard telling. He has a lot of potential, so I wouldn't count him out. He's a better writer than I am.

Scott Madler...I really want to write an action hero guy, but that whole genre is really hard. I'll probably keep playing with him, but I have nothing in the works. He might have been a one shot deal.

So that's my nine pen names...And that's enough questions for today.

rache

About the story you just read...

2008-12-15T18:52:00.000-08:00

2008-09-14

I very nearly always include a blog note when I post a story, but that blog note is not permanent. I leave it up for a few weeks and then I usually take it down just because I don't like it when my blog is longer than my hair.

So if you've just read "Tenderness Apart" and come here looking for a note on that story, I can only offer my sincere apologies. You won't find one. It just isn't practical or even particularly interesting to keep a couple hundred author's notes handy. It is also somewhat impractical for me to edit every end note and change them. I'm already going as quick as I can doing everything else and that's an online activity. I can't take it home and do it over dinner.

So this note will have to assuage your disappointment and my guilt. Call me a dirty, filthy liar if it helps. I'll understand.

rache

The obligatory note on scores and junk (1)

2008-12-15T18:51:00.000-08:00

2008-09-14

The long miscellaneous, obligatory blog note thing

Scores: I don’t care so long as you score my stories with a clear conscience. I don’t lose sleep over scores. If you want to spank me with a 1 be my guest. I’ve been here for awhile and I’ve been spanked before. If you want to cheer me up with a 10 that’s fine too. Scores are largely driven by genre and story elements/themes and the merits of any given story are subjective in any event. Every reader has a different set of standards and being scored makes as much sense to me as entering my pet goldfish in a shaggy dog contest. There's a punchline in there someplace, but it isn't a very funny one.

Reviews: By all means, you reviewers out there, feel free to review any of my stories. It’s always a fun little kick to get that little email “Your story…has been reviewed” in my mailbox…I’d review myself if it wouldn’t make me seem like a total ass and I often do it anyway. I call those "Author's Notes" and usually don't include them on this site because nobody really cares how I write, only what I write.

Email: Anonymous email is turned on and I won’t ever change that. I like email and it means more to me than scores do. I tend to judge the worth of any given story by the amount and quality of email it generates, not by what it scores. “Reasons Until After” is a good example of that. It scores amazingly low for how good it really is, but the amount of positive email was amazingly high. I took a lot of drive-by spankings on that story.

Pen Names: I have a few of them, but not nearly so many as most people assume. Kylie X. is my collection point for interracial stories. T.S.Severe is my folder for transgender stories. Jack Valentine will continue as my author of choice for pedophilia; and Evil Little Sister will be my evil little sister and post Lolita Femdom.

Why? Because I realized that once I reached a hundred stories under the rache pen name it became increasingly difficult to keep track of them, for one thing. Pen names are an organizational tool. It’s also amusing to create a persona with a vested interest in the subject matter. Kylie is a very fun person to be while I write and her stories are very much her own. Some people will think I’m crazy, but perhaps some authors will know what I mean.

rache will ALWAYS get the bestiality stories and any story which I think is really good regardless of genre or theme. Again, to reference “Reasons Until After” I posted that as rache and not T.S.Severe largely because I wanted to assure the widest possible SOL audience for it. rache is on a lot more favorites lists than Severe is and that was my reasoning there.

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The obligatory note on scores and junk (2)

2008-09-14

Updates: My older stories were not well written as I was still learning the vagaries of the English language. Speaking it is much easier than writing it, let me assure you. A few of them are translations and I really am one of the world’s worst translators when it comes to fiction. Technical documents are much, much easier, but who wants to read those? As time permits I will be returning to my older stories and editing them for grammar, spelling, and continuity. I’ll inform readers of such updates as they occur via my blog.

Themes: I like to write about anything because that is the greatest advantage to writing fiction. Obviously I have my personal interests, but I do not exclude any theme or concept solely because it doesn’t appeal to me. Quite the contrary, the less inclined I am to view a fetish favorably, the more excited I am to explore it. People should not mistake a narrator’s enthusiasm or reluctance for the author’s, in my stories or in anyone else’s. Unfortunately, readers often do and I haven’t found a way to discourage that as much as I would like.

I enjoy writing first person more than I enjoy third person. It allows me a greater appreciation for the experience that I’m trying to imagine and convey. Third person, for me, feels very much like cheating and I find it difficult to suspend belief when I read it. Writing third person is very easy. Too easy and I choose not to do it, although there are exceptions that I make for purposes of storytelling, such as the “Tina Vasquez” story I’m currently writing.

Present tense is a tool which I have used, but a difficult one and I think the concept escapes most people. There are far too many poorly written present tense stories out there and they give the rest of us a bad name. I’ve written articles on this before, so I’ll stop now before I really get into “Writing in Theory and Practice” and put us all to sleep.

Avoid second person like the plague, I do and you should too. Unless you’re a genuine masochist and even then…

Who am I really: All you have to know is that I’m a writer. I’ve been paid to do it, but I much prefer writing for free. That makes me a slut rather than a whore, a moody distinction, I agree, but relevant nonetheless. Seriously, amateur writing is a lot less work and I abhor deadlines and teleconferences. The nice to know stuff is that I’m a girl. I’m neither white nor black. I’m wealthy, well educated, and reasonably smart. I live in Asia, enjoy the perks of multiple citizenship, and work with my husband for a non-profit organization that I’m proud to be associated with. I also own three dogs, well…one of them owns me, actually.

Now you can believe all of that or some of that, or even none of that. It doesn’t matter in the least. It won’t change what I write and it shouldn’t change what you read. The important thing to remember is that like you, I’m a living, breathing person and deserving of your respect and courtesy. I’m here for the same reason you are, to be entertained. Sometimes we will share something which amuses us both; other times what I enjoy won’t be to your taste and vice versa. We bear no obligations other than those of strangers in polite conversation and I honestly have no other expectations of you. What you expect of me is entirely your own affair.

Best always,

Rachael

the mixed bag note

2008-12-15T18:50:00.000-08:00

2008-09-13

I'm going to keep going with "Mixed Bag" for awhile as a collection. It's not my first as some of you may know. I have other collections floating around, but this is the first one I've ever just thrown together without a plan. The other's were plotted out years ahead of time, the stories written and husbanded away in my cookie jar for D-Day. This is different for me. I'm enjoying the careless, impromptu nature of it and it's very refreshing. I love it. But I understand it isn't for everyone.

But that's why I have a hundred and fifty other stories out there...along with about a zillion that aren't mine. So if you're not into it, skip Mixed Bag and read something else. I have a lot of other advice too, if you really need it.

And this is the definitive "Mixed Bag Note" :)

rache

Girl Fag 43

2008-12-15T18:49:00.000-08:00

2008-09-13

The infamous chapter 43 is going up and it was the subject of much debate elsewhere, but I stand by my character arc, such as it is.

I got a few emails with readers distressed by Ann's growing "slutiness" as well as her terrible treatment at the hands of Lisa's family. I understand completely and I too want nothing but cotton candy and rainbows for the girl, but the fact is that the reason the light is so bright is because it was so dark a minute ago...This is the dark part of the story.

So, that's all I have to say on that really.

Dialogue with an anonymous reader

2008-12-15T18:44:00.000-08:00

2008-09-13

Email from a reader:

So many of your stories say to visit your blog for more information about them. It's really annoying when I DO visit your blog to discover that you've deleted or hidden those older posts.

In between the bipolar times when you create sixteen different new accounts to post from and the times you decide to remove your stories or stop writing, would it hurt you, just for a moment, to consider your readers?

Beyond a doubt, you've written some of the sickest, the worst, and even the hottest scenes I've ever read - different strokes and all that. But either there's several of you, or one of you with more issues then even your average purveyor of filth.

I'm ALL for venting yourself through writing. But all the drama you dump on your readers is extremely unnecessary.

If you want to post stories, post them like a normal story - can you imagine going to the library to get a book, only to find no organization? A three month old newsweek inbetween a vulgate bible and dante's divine comedy? No reader could read anything.

We readers click on your authors page to read your stories, not to deal with the drama, and not to sort through one 16+ "chapter" shitpile of unconnected stories in unconnected genres by disparate sockpuppets you've created to amuse yourself.

We may "just" be readers, but in this B2B transaction it's our job to read and proffer feedback and your job to write AND present the stories in a way we can follow and understand easily. Your unindexed pile of shorts is unfair to us, it's unfair to the stories and it's even unfair to you and the time and effort you've invested in them.

The drama is also unfair to the readers, and the blogpost culling is to me a complete mystery: Why bother to make them, only to delete or hide them, and why bother telling readers to search for posts they can no longer access?

Maybe you like causing people aggravation - your stories make it seem so, even when I enjoy one (or get sick over another), maybe posting stories is just a way for you to vent, but I have to think that with all the extra drama that comes along with your stories, you're increasingly venting to a smaller audience.

I'm writing this not because I have some hate-on for you, but because among your stories I have found some real gems that really get the blood flowing - when you write a story that creeps me out, you really creep me out. But you can also light my fire like almost no other writer can. And it pisses me off to no end that your constant dramas so often get in between me and one of those gems.

I've stopped reading TOny Steven's (I think that's right) Ballpark stories because for all the great writing he puts into the middle of a story, I've never seen a writer so bad at ending stories. I'm now having to give up on reading your stories because I'm not prepared to slog through the latest drama and unorganized mess.

Maybe, as an author, you think it's nice to be such a lightning rod of emotion. But, as a reader, I would think that first and foremost an author would want to have their stories READ.

I guess that's just me.

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My reply...

Thank you for reading my stories and most especially for taking the time to email me. I appreciate it very much. I'm afraid I can't apologize for culling my blog. It's my blog and I got tired of looking at it. I like to talk anyway, so it's reasonably safe to assume I'll fill it back up in no time. Or maybe not, it's hard telling with me because I'm really not entirely stable by nature.

As to "Mixed Bag" it is what it is. I'm sorry you don't like the format and I certainly understand that neither you nor any reader can be expected to enjoy all of the stories. That really isn't the point of my little experiment. There's no real drama to it either, I must confess. Writing is much more my escape than it is the source of my discontent. As an escape, however, I do admit that it often suffers as a result.

At the moment there is a lot of stress in my life, which is neither here nor there, everyone gets stressed by school and family, I'm sure. I'm dealing with it as best I'm able and if some of my actions (and reactions) online seem strange or overly dramatic, I sincerely apologize and I can offer no other solution than that you should ignore me.

An email like yours, while potentially helpful and doubtless informative, does little more than push me into a corner. If I may be so bold, I'd suggest you go ahead and give me an email address to respond to next time. Just make one up and use it one time, you have no idea how deep the shadow of negativity is when reading an anonymous email like yours. It leaves me with only a single recourse to dialogue. This one.

Having said all that, allow me to close this letter with a sincere promise that I will make an effort to post something else today. A new Girl Fag chapter maybe, although following so hard upon the teaser...It spoils the drama.

Best always,

rache
(and her 16 pen names)