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Why is it that "contributed stories" in on-line erotica are so damn poorly written. Really, now. How and I suppose to suspend disbelief and drift into a fantasy of my own under the constant barrage of horrid grammatical constructs.
Not only that, but the same horrible errors are in every one of the stories. Well, not every one. Some of them are supposed to be in one or another dialect.
It also seems that every story has the same "doesn't really happen that way" bullshit story line.
Maybe I'm just too old to have the "every teenage boy wished it happened that way" fantasy. Nah, I never had those "over powered by bold, horny, teenage girls" fantasies. For me, sex was never something that needed to be resisted until temptation over-powered "good" judgement.
From the time I was 3 until I was around 11, I always had one or two sweeties. We played doctor or house or anything else we could think of to get naked and fondle each other. I loved it. We knew we should not be caught, but we thought that was just a problem adults had. We never thought anything we were doing was wrong or bad. Then everything changed. I moved. The new location was rural and god-fearing. The cultural story was that sexual activity was wrong and shameful. And the teens bought right into it. They were still sexual, but hidden (more or less) and embarrassed.
I hated it.
Tierrasanta is filled with pseudo-christiians with the same beliefs as that rural shit-hole I was in for four years of hell on earth. Another generation screwed up by righteous pretense. Ah yes. Tierrasanta, the land of a thousand churches. sigh.
The bottom fell out of the housing market before we reached the point that moving was going to happen. We should have sold the day that Kate got her HS diploma. We are now more or less trapped. And the oppressive, brainless, hypocritical conservatism will be looking over my shoulder for many more years (assuming I have many more years).
I might become an activist again. Not because I think there is any chance of change here, but because it feels good to shine bright lights into the eyes of intellectual darkness. There are so many causes to flail against. With that as a motivation, I will lose energy for it very quickly. :)
Not only that, but the same horrible errors are in every one of the stories. Well, not every one. Some of them are supposed to be in one or another dialect.
It also seems that every story has the same "doesn't really happen that way" bullshit story line.
Maybe I'm just too old to have the "every teenage boy wished it happened that way" fantasy. Nah, I never had those "over powered by bold, horny, teenage girls" fantasies. For me, sex was never something that needed to be resisted until temptation over-powered "good" judgement.
From the time I was 3 until I was around 11, I always had one or two sweeties. We played doctor or house or anything else we could think of to get naked and fondle each other. I loved it. We knew we should not be caught, but we thought that was just a problem adults had. We never thought anything we were doing was wrong or bad. Then everything changed. I moved. The new location was rural and god-fearing. The cultural story was that sexual activity was wrong and shameful. And the teens bought right into it. They were still sexual, but hidden (more or less) and embarrassed.
I hated it.
Tierrasanta is filled with pseudo-christiians with the same beliefs as that rural shit-hole I was in for four years of hell on earth. Another generation screwed up by righteous pretense. Ah yes. Tierrasanta, the land of a thousand churches. sigh.
The bottom fell out of the housing market before we reached the point that moving was going to happen. We should have sold the day that Kate got her HS diploma. We are now more or less trapped. And the oppressive, brainless, hypocritical conservatism will be looking over my shoulder for many more years (assuming I have many more years).
I might become an activist again. Not because I think there is any chance of change here, but because it feels good to shine bright lights into the eyes of intellectual darkness. There are so many causes to flail against. With that as a motivation, I will lose energy for it very quickly. :)