NOIRTRASH
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We haven't evolved much in ten thousand years. Julian Jaynes claimed humans were functionally psychotic until 500BC. I think he was a crazy optimist. What we call maturity (our better angels) barely contains our demons. That's the short answer. Its the ground floor of what I write. Nice is a thin veneer over the abyss.
Thanks much, I will read about him and his work.
I find this an odd outlook for porn/erotic authors.
It's like you go into a strip joint, and everything about the décor has to look good. Décor only gets you a few extra points. If some chick is shaking her gorgeous boobs in your face, you're generally looking at the boobs, and reacting accordingly.
Why ma'am, I think er, yes, you have wonderful "technique."
There's something very odd when a critique of "writing tools" is applied to erotica. Especially when you have say a really raunchy juicy sex scene and everyone's there only talking about the metaphors....
Personally, I always read for erotic content, and that's what I respond to and comment on generally.
He jerked his pants down. "Suck it bitch."
"Yeah, baby." She sucked his hard meat frantically.
"Oh yeah baby take it a little deeper... mmm, good. Gonna come... yeah coming!"
He splattered her face with thick jism.
She licked it up. "Yum."
Anyone hard or wet yet?
Anyone hard or wet yet? I'm guessing not. Given an hour I could make that scene at least erotic; given a week I could make you care about the characters, maybe. As it, it has "erotic content", so why is no one aroused?
Because it's stupid, contextless, meaningless description. There's nothing there to hook into the human parts of you. It's dumb writing, literally. It's not speaking to anyone.
To continue CF's analogy of a strip club, if I walked in and the blonds on stage were shaped ok, but the place was strewn with garbage and vomit, the drinks tasted of turpentine and the waitress spilled my meal on the floor, and gathered it back up and put it in front of me... do you think I'm staying?
I mean if poor dialog, unlikely characters doing repetitive things and meandering sentences don't interfere with your pleasure, you're in some sense lucky; lots of Literotica is going to work for you. Me, I'll take the black leather couch, my martini chilled and dry, and the stripper (fresh and pretty, no makeup) kneeling and kissing my foot before she shakes it for me. If your story makes me feel like trailer trash in a cheap whore house instead of James fucking Bond, why am I investing my time?
I think that this particular question has been a source of confusion on this thread. Yes, artists can and do get paid for what they produce. That's really not an issue. The question is one of intent.I agree that the evidence definitely suggests that these writers earned their living writing, and cared much about their success.
I think that this particular question has been a source of confusion on this thread. Yes, artists can and do get paid for what they produce. That's really not an issue. The question is one of intent.
A real artist is creating a world, and then asking him- or herself whether it is good. There may be erotica in that world, or silliness, but the question must still be asked and answered.
BTW, I have had the experience of being an "entertainer" as a professional musician. I have performed songs that I did not enjoy by the Bee Gees or KC and the Sunshine Band, because someone wanted to hear them and they were willing to pay. I won't be going back to that. It's too much like being a hooker.
To continue CF's analogy of a strip club, if I walked in and the blonds on stage were shaped ok, but the place was strewn with garbage and vomit, the drinks tasted of turpentine and the waitress spilled my meal on the floor, and gathered it back up and put it in front of me... do you think I'm staying?
Because.. Unfortunately... Some of the readership is straight out of tha trailer.
Fortunately, we have authors that peddle their drug.
One of my nephews did his PhD on British Victorian novelists. I lent him a few hundred appropriate books from my extensive library.
The bad or poor authors are forgotten even if they were popular in their era. They are more available now because of Project Gutenberg and the internet than they were in the 1980s, but they are still rubbish.
The good authors are remembered and reprinted.
Except for the phrase "It was a dark and stormy night..." who would read or remember Bulwer-Lytton? Yet he nearly outsold Dickens.
Amen to this. Even the "good" authors often benefit greatly from history's filtering. I'd be very surprised if anybody here could name the author of "The Primrose Path", "The Snake's Pass", "The Shoulder of Shasta", and "Lady Athlyne" without looking it up; he wrote fifteen books but is only famous for one of them.
Anyone hard or wet yet? I'm guessing not. Given an hour I could make that scene at least erotic; given a week I could make you care about the characters, maybe. As is, it has "erotic content", so why is no one aroused?
Because it's stupid, contextless, meaningless description. There's nothing there to hook into the human parts of you. It's dumb writing, literally. It's not speaking to anyone.
To continue CF's analogy of a strip club, if I walked in and the blonds on stage were shaped ok, but the place was strewn with garbage and vomit, the drinks tasted of turpentine and the waitress spilled my meal on the floor, and gathered it back up and put it in front of me... do you think I'm staying?
I mean if poor dialog, unlikely characters doing repetitive things and meandering sentences don't interfere with your pleasure, you're in some sense lucky; lots of Literotica is going to work for you. Me, I'll take the black leather couch, my martini chilled and dry, and the stripper (fresh and pretty, no makeup) kneeling and kissing my foot before she shakes it for me. If your story makes me feel like trailer trash in a cheap whore house instead of James fucking Bond, why am I investing my time?
Anyone hard or wet yet? I'm guessing not. Given an hour I could make that scene at least erotic; given a week I could make you care about the characters, maybe. As is, it has "erotic content", so why is no one aroused?
Because it's stupid, contextless, meaningless description. There's nothing there to hook into the human parts of you. It's dumb writing, literally. It's not speaking to anyone.
To continue CF's analogy of a strip club, if I walked in and the blonds on stage were shaped ok, but the place was strewn with garbage and vomit, the drinks tasted of turpentine and the waitress spilled my meal on the floor, and gathered it back up and put it in front of me... do you think I'm staying?
I mean if poor dialog, unlikely characters doing repetitive things and meandering sentences don't interfere with your pleasure, you're in some sense lucky; lots of Literotica is going to work for you. Me, I'll take the black leather couch, my martini chilled and dry, and the stripper (fresh and pretty, no makeup) kneeling and kissing my foot before she shakes it for me. If your story makes me feel like trailer trash in a cheap whore house instead of James fucking Bond, why am I investing my time?
You contradict yourself. "Given an hour I could make this scene at least erotic." Therefore it has no erotic content. It has content, yes, but I said erotic content and erotic mindset. This passage has none.
Of course this is getting into what constitutes "erotic" for me. Whatever it is, I don't think "mastery of writing tools" is going to do much to help you with that. Not if the erotic content and feeling and know-how is not there.
I hate continuing the analogy this way, but so be it.
You can, of course, walk into the most beautiful strip club on the planet. A FAMOUS one you're heard a lot about. The build up is incredible, the place is gorgeous, but alas . . . the strippers are all over 300 lbs. [My apologies.] Conversely, the pigpen down the street has the hottest chicks you've ever seen. Where do you think you'll go?
Perhaps a restaurant is a better analogy. A restaurant can be amazing in every little detail, except, what they're serving you to eat is bland and tasteless crap. It happens.
There is as much "craft" and "technique" in the erotic feelings someone has to offer as there is in the way they write them.
Quite often, some noob or nobody shows up on this site with raw, sizzling hotness to offer. It may NOT be written well. The "tools" may be lacking, but the erotic sentiment, whatever it is making that the most delicious thing you've ever eaten, is not. It's there.
There's only so much good writing can do, if the feelings and imagination are lacking.
Because.. Unfortunately... Some of the readership is straight out of tha trailer.
Fortunately, we have authors that peddle their drug.
Seeing as how it's Christmas, may I propose a temporary lull in the fussin' and fightin', so that people may take five minutes to read this?
Trust me, it's some fine writing.
I agree that writing skills can only go so far in replacing actual experience and imagination.
Seeing as how it's Christmas, may I propose a temporary lull in the fussin' and fightin', so that people may take five minutes to read this?
Trust me, it's some fine writing.
That's true. Sometimes I'll read something involving a particular fetish and think, "Yeah, they've been there done that." other times its "They have no clue what they're talking about"
I wonder at the reasoning for writing what you have no experience in. Is it a challenge perhaps? If it is, you would think they would research it.
But then again research and doing when it comes to sexual escapades doesn't always cut it, nothing like real experience anyway.
I was banned from a site where I LOL'd at virgins who wrote porn.
Seeing as how it's Christmas, may I propose a temporary lull in the fussin' and fightin', so that people may take five minutes to read this?
Trust me, it's some fine writing.
But, no blowjobs! No looking over her shoulder and whispering, "Fuck me!" No anal lubes or BBCs! What good is that?Oh, it most assuredly IS.
It's a tale that gets to your guts, and wrenches them.
There are a few authors in Lit who are able to write in a similar vein [I've had the pleasure of reading them].
Thank you for finding that.