Ramblings about Porn and brief angst about Life.
I have discovered that I can write two things: porn, and non-porn. I can't combine the two. My porn has no real depth, just as much deliciously kinky boy-sex as I can cram into one little smutlet. I have also realized that every few months I need to go on a porn writing binge. I'm working on chapter 23 of My Hero, and it won't stop turning into porn. As much as a lot of people reading the fic would probably like to see the smutty version, it just doesn't go with the story line. So, I need to write some smutlets. I should probably write something for the commune, but all I really feel like doing right now is churning out some of the hottest, dirtiest smut my twisted little mind can come up with. If anyone reading this has any porn requests, just tell me what you want and I'll write it in as much kinky detail as I can manage.
Onto an angstier note, you may recall Matt. Yes, Mr. love-of-my-life, man-of-my-dreams. Well, he's avoiding me. As in, I've been back from Mexico for a week and he won't answer or return my calls, IMs or e-mails. I think he actually told his sister to lie and say he was in the shower one of the times I called. She actually sounded sorry for me. Those of you who know me well, this is probably another reason for my sudden need to write smut. The more depressed I get, the better I write. Ah well. Also, I realize I promised pictures, and you shall have them. As soon as the digital camera software decides to let me find it. Sigh. And just so the angst is complete, I have a migraine and I feel so fat right now it's just disgusting. Ugh.
Onto an angstier note, you may recall Matt. Yes, Mr. love-of-my-life, man-of-my-dreams. Well, he's avoiding me. As in, I've been back from Mexico for a week and he won't answer or return my calls, IMs or e-mails. I think he actually told his sister to lie and say he was in the shower one of the times I called. She actually sounded sorry for me. Those of you who know me well, this is probably another reason for my sudden need to write smut. The more depressed I get, the better I write. Ah well. Also, I realize I promised pictures, and you shall have them. As soon as the digital camera software decides to let me find it. Sigh. And just so the angst is complete, I have a migraine and I feel so fat right now it's just disgusting. Ugh.