Profound Shit: The Philosophy of Smut Again


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So to quickly explain.  This one is another collating from the comments, because of how no-one reads the comments.  And apologies for being boring if you actually do.  And also a bit of an abridgement of a comments conversation with someone else, like the Geonn stuff, because, well, sometimes I say things that make sense in comments too.  So y’all may as well see them.

So the other week I started talking to KD West, who has audiobooks now by the way, and there’s been a bit of back and forth in on a few pages around here, basically about all sorts of profound shit about the terrible problems of smut writers, and Joseph Campbell and the Monomyth and so on.

The monomyth being something I hadn’t met before, and is actually really fucking interesting, and I’ll come back to later when I get my head around it.

And…

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Hey! Look — or rather, LISTEN!


Hey! Guess what’s available!!!

(I’ve listened to them. Several times. Fabulous! Listening to your own words read by someone else, though — sexy words especially — is a very, very interesting experience)

Steamy Sighs — Listen to Two New KD West Audiobooks

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Stillpoint/Eros is pleased to release its first two audiobooks, each drawn from a steamy story by K.D. West, each recorded by a talented, sexy-voiced narrator.

Narrated by Mary Cyn, “Juliet Takes Stage” follows an assignation between an teacher and his former student in which they explore just what Shakespeare meant by the Little Death.

“The Big Easy,” narrated by Milo Churchcutt, tells the story of a young man who finds love, the cure for loneliness, and cayenne-hot sex in old New Orleans.

 

What do you think about during sex?


A very interesting question, in general, and one that Tess MacKenzie (who writes wonderfully sexy stories that somehow manage not to be about the sex) is pondering in her post Getting Head.

For a writer of what at least hopes to be erotic literature, as opposed to, you know, straight smut (not that there’s anything wrong with that, mind), the question of what goes through one’s mind during moments of erstwhile ecstasy is a real one. I mean, I know what goes through my mind during even fairly good sex: nothing at all. I think that’s part of the pleasure of it. Ecstasy, after all, comes from the Greek ex (meaning, you know out) and histani — which meant standing or staying. It means literally being transported out of yourself. But that leaves a writer stuck: how can you write about nothing. Buddhists have been struggling with that problem for millenniums. We have to write something damn it! And it’s got to be hot or it ruins the scene! 

So what would one think about during sex?

In sexy writing, authors go in all kinds of directions with that; some go with concrete sensory detail, some go with a free-associative inner monologue (beige… I think I’ll paint the ceiling in beige…). Looking at my own writing, I see that I’ve done a bit of both. 

What about you? What do you think about?

 

Playing with Tits


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Not that I’m actually trying to write post titles that just make people click on them, um.   It just kind of happened.

So this one is actually about writing, and what words I use.

I’m finding I have this recurring problem.  I don’t know what words to use to describe playing with breasts.

There’s this: he played with her tits.

Okay.  That’s cool.  I can do that once.

Later he sucks on them.  That’s cool too.

But what if he touches again, with his hand, like something else happens, and he gropes her a bit more.  What if I want something different in another story.

It’s the middle there, the second time, that’s the problem.  So played, cool.  Or touched.  Or stroked.  Or caressed, or silken caresses across her skin.

But people don’t really stroke your tits, do they?  No once everyone’s a bit het up.  What they actually do…

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