Rain, after a long dry spell: A story.

It's been a long while since I've written anything. I'm sorry to have to say that what emerged, when the drought was finally over, is not an erotic story. I don't really have any other place to put it, so I'm sticking it up here. I guess if I write any more of these, I'm going to have to make a new blog. But it can live here for now. If it doesn't turn you on, I hope at least that it amuses you. Genesis, Revisited. The Alchemist was bored. He'd filled the VOID with bits of matter. He'd formed world and separated the land from the sea. But it was sort of dead down there. So he started making creatures. Some swam, some flew, some walked on land. They were cute. He played with them a while, and then got bored again. Finally, he figured that what he really needed was a really complex organism - one that worked more or less autonomously. He made it out of dust and called it Adam. Click here to read the rest of Genesis, Revisited.

A response to a friend

X: He has a very high regard for the truth, it seems. Y: Yes. Apparently 99% true doesn’t overbalance 1% lie. X: Then this is an issue of weighting, isn’t it? And weighting is a matter of subjectivity. Clearly he values lies over the truth or he wouldn’t give such a small percentage so much weight. This is all about control. It’s always about control. Y: It seemed like more than that at the time. X: All this talk of truth and lies – it’s a smoke screen. People say they want the truth, but they are talking about something nebulous, something esoteric. The truth is physical: his dick in your cunt, your breath on his skin, his voice in your ear. That is truth. Most people wouldn’t know truth if it hit them with a truck; they wouldn’t want to. It would be too simple and leave nowhere to hide. It would leave no space for further demands. Your discourse is about control. “Where were you on the night of April 16th?” Why would any answer to that question be considered a more valuable truth than the fact that, a week before that, you were coming on his hand? You don’t have to answer that – it’s rhetorical. The truth was dead the moment he asked you the question. From that moment on, nothing was going to be truly voluntary, ever again.

Kicesie & the Tip Jar

I was a little flattered when I checked my stats and came across this: The Tip Jar. Kicesie is a 21 year old woman from Louisiana who has a My Space account. She also posts quite a few videos on YouTube including a continuing sex-ed series. What intrigued me more is her discussion on blogging as a job and about monetary recompense for blogging. The subject of money frankly embarrasses me. I don't like bringing it up or talking about it. I feel squicky when thinking about my writing in relation to money. Also, to be absolutely frank, I do have alternate income. I don't need to make money from my writing to live. But Kicesie's video post did get me thinking about the value of good content on the web and how most of us take it for granted. What if one day, all those funny, sexy, intelligent, yummy blogs you usually go visit and get so much from, were gone? Or behind a pay-site portal page? Now, I've always thought I believed that good content was worth money. Heck, I subscribe to the select version of the NYT, I even donate to PBS (even though I'm not a US citizen, and it took me about two months to figure out how to give them money! I watch the Frontline Programs online). But I never really thought about blogs - blogs I love. Creative, funny, sexy people who put a great deal of effort into making the internet a more interesting place and not filling it up with ads and marketing hype. Kicesie is right - more bloggers ought to have tip jars. Now, if I could only find a way to establish a paypal account from Vietnam (they really DON'T like my IP address), I'd even donate some!