Sand Though Our Fingers: The Right of Writing
No other animal writes. It is, from a biological standpoint, a useless act. Ask anyone who writes why they write and they will tell you: they write because they must. It’s a compulsion. Even when it feels difficult – impossible to do – the desire to do it is there, even if we often leave […]
The Perfect Foreigner
We are all trapped. Someone, somewhere – it doesn’t matter who, tarnished or bright as the sun – stands like a beacon in our memories for the time we got close. Close to what? Just close. That’s all I know. Close. Very close. You might remember it as endless nights of the best sex you […]
Blow the House Down
He knows the hole. The gap, the lack, the wound that will not heal, the deafening howl that will not be stilled. He knows the whole for its absence. For its lie. The body’s ache, the cock’s strain. And all the counterfeit promises that can be whispered to it. This is it. This is the […]
Lifeboats: The Myth of the Safety of Sameness
I just finished reading and commenting on The Good Men Project article Who Is In Your Rowboat? by Dale Thomas Vaughn. He’s reportedly vaunted as “a man of quality and one of the leaders of men of quality” by best-selling author and top feminist attorney Gloria Allred” which only reminds me why I have such […]
Writing The Erotic Phenomenologically
You know how you’ll go for months, even years, without thinking about something and then you’ll stumble across it three times in a day? Yeah. One of the biggest problems with being a writer is language. Yes, it happens to be the tool we work with, too, but never the less, there is an aspect […]
Reflections on “On A Very Dry Afternoon in Early Summer”
Doing this PhD has taught me to be a lot more reflective about how I write, what my goals are in writing any given story, what theory might inform it, and how I might situate the story in relation to other creative writing in the genre, both in form, and in content. Genre Erotica is […]
On A Very Dry Afternoon in Early Summer
Trigger Warning: This story explores the subject of consensual non-consent, memory, and rape. It is meant to be disturbing, but not exploitative. Please exercise your good sense. Do not read it if you feel this sort of subject matter would affect you adversely. Contemplation It was easy to want her, to picture himself pinning her […]
From Ice to Tears
This afternoon in early May, with its corpse-grey sky and its implacable heat, the city creaked to a halt. The fan above her low, broad bed, stuttered once, twice, and then unraveled itself with a sigh, like a coiled ribbon unwilling to be constrained by duty any longer. There will be no rain until June, […]
The Withdrawal
Fingers, tongue, words, needles, teeth, cock, nails, fists, lips, blades, ideas, images. It’s not the way he penetrates her that disturbs her; it’s the way he withdraws. Because she knows he yearns to leave with the Polaroid of someone ruined and discarded firmly clutched in his fisted hand. That, she will not allow. When he […]
Writing Abjection
I got a tweet the other day, from Zander Vyne, asking if I’d seen the rape scene in ‘Irreversible.” I hadn’t, so I watched it. Before you rush out to watch the movie, let me warn you, it is about as disturbing as film ever gets and I am unconvinced of its value. Yes, I […]