SimonDoom
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I regret to say, you're on my probation list for "ignore" for 'snarkiness'...I've never used that function...hmmm, power to control my world !
Yikes. Is that double secret probation?
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I regret to say, you're on my probation list for "ignore" for 'snarkiness'...I've never used that function...hmmm, power to control my world !
If you switch on the closed captions, you can see what he's saying in plain English.
Give or take a few minor transcription errors.
No, don't feel old...but can you suggest where one can obtain a pencil? There's no antique stores where I live.![]()
You forget, young man, that many of us are...
...what were we talking about, again?
Yikes. Is that double secret probation?
I admit that the pencils I have access to are antiques. the rubber erasers at the top are as hard as rock. If I wanted more, then they're still sold by the box at the office supply store.
I admit that the pencils I have access to are antiques. the rubber erasers at the top are as hard as rock. If I wanted more, then they're still sold by the box at the office supply store.
Yikes. Is that double secret probation?
Is "double secret probation" from 'Animal House'? You know, the memory thing...
Yes it is!
See, the long-term memory stays. The short term, not so much.
Odd that this should come to mind, but years ago when I was still in High School my best friend visited his grandmother in the sun room at her nursing home. The place was on a hill looking to the north as a winter storm came in. Another old woman watching the storm approach became very nervous. "Are the boys in from the field?" she asked. "It ain't safe. Are the boys in?" Over and over until the staff calmed her down.
She'd been a rancher's wife on the north plains. She may not have been able to remember what you told her two minutes ago, but she could remember the fear of having her sons caught out in a blizzard.
My expectation, inspired by my mother in her final week or two, when the room was awfully crowded with all of her childhood memories (her granny, her dad and so on), and then my older sister when she was just three; my expectation is that every girl, every woman I've ever loved, every gorgeous girl I've ever met, they'll all drop by to say hello, to remind me of those moments in time. That will do me, just fine.Perhaps that's a blessing. Imagine if all those old good memories were lost, and only the recent ones remained? I spend a good amount of time looking fondly back.
My backlist receives many faves and few un-faves. Some readers fave everything in a series; they stay forever. I'm happy.I get a fair number of favorites, but I believe that a significant number of them are people using the favorite option as a bookmaker in my series.
I always keep at least three LIT tabs open -- my story list for copying URLs, my old-CP activity list for comments and faves, and a forum tab. Then sometimes a story to read, but more often on my tablet.I'm proud to announce I have a Reading List ! In order to make this announcement, I needed not two...but three screens open. One for the story search/add+story, one for the CP+reading list and the third so I could share this important news to the world here on this thread. Some might be pleased to know, I didn't need an eraser.
Did I check to make sure everything was spelled correctly?
Was there an underage (under 18 years old) sexual relationship in my story?
As our submission FAQ states, we do not accept stories involving people under the age of 18 in sexual situations: http://www.literotica.com/faq/05235347.shtml#05319407 This includes but is not limited to talking explicitly about sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, fantasizing, masturbation, and graphic sexualized descriptions, in addition to actual sexual intercourse.
Here we go again.
Here we go again what? No underage persons are in any way involved in sexual activity in my story. The one who does appear is part of the scenery. What's your hangup, Keith?
Twit filtered.
My hangup? You're the one with the issue. We go through this twice a week. Perhaps you should have spent as much time reading in as you did in making a grand entrance.
I wouldn't put it the same way as KeithD, but I think his point is that this site has its own peculiar rule on this subject. It doesn't matter whether it makes sense to you or to anyone else, and the quicker you realize that the easier it becomes to navigate the acceptance of stories. Laurel is the law, and she is not obligated to make sense to you. You are quite right that the rule excludes the narration of things that happen all the time, and even things that can be shown on prime time television. It doesn't matter. Excise under-18 children from scenes that have anything to do with sex and you'll be O.K. Interpret the rule strictly. It's very likely that you can do this without compromising your story in any significant way.
People get into trouble with this rule because they keep trying to figure out ways to navigate around it, applying what they regard as common sense, and that doesn't work. The best course is not to try. Don't go there.
Whenever I see the words "common sense" I see somebody who can't make a rational argument. It is perfectly idiotic in a writers' group to insist on all work being set in a world from which young people not involved in sexual activity have been excised? How do I portray somebody as a mother with parental responsibilities if she has not got children to be responsible for?
If my writing is better appreciated elsewhere then I'll take kt elsewhere.
That, right there, is enough to get the rejection - plus you have a thirteen year old girl, which is an immediate red flag for the site editor. An immediate flag.A sexual act (masturbation) takes place in a closed bedroom. The above-mentioned daughter arrives home during the course of the act and mother is anxious that she doesn't burst in, but she neither sees nor hears the act. The most that she does is silently raise an eyebrow at her mother's rumpled hair and flushed face as she emerges from the bedroom ready for a night out. 13-year-old girls are not stupid.
What's this about grand entrances? Was I supposed to sit meekly in the corner like a good little woman, not butting in with the men? It's the twenty-first century pal. Haud yer wheesht.