AwkwardMD
The worst Buddhist
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Thank you for posting this. It does help to explain why you appear to some to be full of crap.
You are probably right. Not being a man I can't be sure.
The most tragic thing I've ever heard (grading on a curve) is a baseball story someone once told me. I don’t know baseball, so bear with me.
There was this guy who was a great hitter. Legendary. (Ty Cobb? Dimaggio? I'm grasping, and I wouldn’t even know how to google for 'tragic baseball story'). Rewrote a chunk of the records for baseballing. After his playing career, he went on to have one of the most infamously bad coaching careers of all time. The way it was explained to me, this guy could swing a bat and catch a ball with generational talent, but he couldn't explain what he did, or how he did it, to anyone else. He couldn't teach what he did because he was largely ignorant of his own talent. He'd never spent time reflecting on how he did what he did, and so that skill and knowledge was ultimately lost.
I was batting in a cricket match (now you realise I’m English) and one of the opposition gave me a compliment. “You must have a good eye for the ball,” he said. As I stood there, preening myself with pride, I was somewhat deflated when he followed up his compliment with, “because your style is crap.!”
The most tragic thing I've ever heard (grading on a curve) is a baseball story someone once told me. I don’t know baseball, so bear with me.
There was this guy who was a great hitter. Legendary. (Ty Cobb? Dimaggio? I'm grasping, and I wouldn’t even know how to google for 'tragic baseball story'). Rewrote a chunk of the records for baseballing. After his playing career, he went on to have one of the most infamously bad coaching careers of all time. The way it was explained to me, this guy could swing a bat and catch a ball with generational talent, but he couldn't explain what he did, or how he did it, to anyone else. He couldn't teach what he did because he was largely ignorant of his own talent. He'd never spent time reflecting on how he did what he did, and so that skill and knowledge was ultimately lost.
John Roseboro, who played for Williams one year said (in the SportsCentury documentary), "He was a great, great hitting teacher, but he was the most stubborn son of a bitch I've ever seen in my life. He just didn't care for the rest of the ball game. We'd lose. We had no meetings, we had no going over the mistakes we made. By the time sportswriters got from upstairs downstairs to interview him, he was gone."he couldn't explain what he did, or how he did it, to anyone else
If you are taking review-requests again, then I’d like to ask you to have a look at my latest story, I’m Your Valentine in NonConsent/Reluctance. With Almost 10.000 views and only 34 votes, I think it’s clear that something is off; I would guess that readers stopped reading.
Following your previous comments and critiques, the story is relatively short (4k), it has a narrow scope, and I tried to reduce the cloud-watching. Not all characters are ‘very nice’, and neither do they have a wait-and-see attitude. And I shook myself out of my comfort zone for this one, even though I kept it (uncomfortably) close to myself.
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Okay. So.
Daniella and the Lions is... fine. It’s the best written story you’ve had me read, from a technical standpoint. It’s telling the most complex story you’ve served up yet. You stepped outside of your medical examination comfort zone. Kudos for trying something new...
...but...
Daniella and the Lions is a story that really shouldn’t be on Lit. It doesn’t adhere to the “She has to like it” rule for noncon. Whether or not this is a good rule is certainly debatable, but there’s really no case here for Daniella enjoying what’s happening to her. She’s being sexually assaulted in public, and she’s enduring it to avoid worse. In this case, worse is certainly rape, and it’s implied that its gang rape. That’s what’s on her mind. That’s what a person would be thinking about every time they allow something like this to continue. Whether or not the body has a physical reaction is not the same thing as enjoyment.
I’m not here to police Lit. I’m not reporting your story. That’s not what I do. I’m simply telling you that this story shouldn’t have made it through to posting, and there’s not a lot you could do without rewriting it completely to fix it.
In my opinion, you shouldn’t rewrite this. I think you should spend some time thinking about what you wrote here, because this is sexual assault. This is ENF in the same way that sex with a 12 year old is just pre-legal. A flashy label doesn’t change what it is.
You might be thinking to yourself “I know what this story is! I wrote it!” Allow me to elucidate.
As we’ve discussed here before, the CMNF kink is about power. The way you’ve written this before, there’s voyeurism (read: power) with a splash of shame and/or cuckoldry for the male protagonist while the female is stripped of her clothes (read: power). The stakes were low, though. Nobody was going to get hurt. The worst that happened was that some people were embarrassed, or got an eyeful/handful. That’s relatively harmless, and in at least one case (I forget which) the woman learned that she kind of liked being looked at by strangers.
CMNF is “I have privacy, and you don’t. I have clothes and you don’t. You have vulnerability, and I don’t. You are exposed and I’m not.” That’s a dynamic. In Danielle and the Lions, the narrator is non-existent. He relates some details about Daniella relatively, through things like ‘My wife went to the village”, but that seems to serve more for variety and the avoidance of word repetition (rather than using ‘she’ and ‘her’ and ‘Daniella’ all the time). It would be easy to change this story into a third person story so that Daniella goes to the unnamed African country alone and meets Mr. Brooks, her contractor/bodyguard. The narrator is a non-entity. He has very few feelings about what’s going on, and the feelings he has are obvious and expected. Someone is touching his wife. He doesn’t like it. Nothing he thinks or says or feels or does matters in the story, so for all intents and purposes he doesn’t exist.
That leaves Daniella and the police chief. He is technically clothed, and she is technically naked, but that’s how a lot of rape goes. The fact that he doesn’t quite make it to penetrating her changes little, as the intent was clearly there and clearly communicated, and it was something she feared. This isn’t a kink. It’s rape. You wrote a rape. You wrote a story about a woman enduring a harrowing experience for the specific purpose of people being able to read it and jerk off to it.
This story hates Daniella. It sets her up as capable and intelligent, building her up, for the specific purpose of being a better target to knock down. The readers who read this, who look for this, they’re looking for a woman to hate, and to objectify, and feel better about themselves because she has been made lesser. That’s not a kink, that’s pornographic misogyny.
Sex is something that happens between two (or more) people. One does not have sex by oneself; that’s masturbation. It’s self-gratification. Kink is a colloquial catch-all for non-normative sexual behavior, but it should be understood as being some variation on sex. Rape is not sex, because the victim isn’t partaking in something of their own free will. Rape is closer to gratification at someone elses expense, and that’s what we have here. Your readers are getting off at someone else’s expense, and the fact that she isn’t real doesn’t change that they (and, likely, you) got off to it.
A lot of interracial erotica on Lit is doing something very similar (looking at you, silkstockingslover). Mommy's First BBC is not kinky, it’s racist. Deeply, deeply racist. Why would it be taboo to fuck a black guy? Oh right, the racism. It objectifies, victimizes, and degrades the men it portrays, and contributes to pervasive and damaging stereotypes. It punches down by fetishizing a minority, and it’s cheap. Lyndon Johnson, former US President, once said, "If you can convince the lowest white man he's better than the best colored man, he won't notice you're picking his pocket. Hell, give him somebody to look down on, and he'll empty his pockets for you." Daniella and the Lions is doing the same thing to women.
This is the one thing you write. All of your stories are about stripping women of power and abusing them to one extent or another. Your writing comes off like someone desperately trying to convince yourself and others that there’s someone lower than you. You should spend some time with that.
.Finally, I would like to challenge the assertion that my story hates Daniella. My story no more hates Daniella, than "Die Hard" hated John McClane or "24" hated Jack Bauer, or "Game of Thrones" hated Sansa Stark. Yes, they show them undergoing horrific circumstances which if they happened in real life would have devastating consequences. But they show them triumphing over their abusers and oppressors. The abused woman who turns avenger is an old theme in literature and includes such women as Boadicea and Judith. Daniella is merely following in that template.
Seeing Daniella as being stripped of power and made lower through her ordeal is more a function of the reader than the writer. In this story, although she endures an experience that would be horrific in real life, she is not stripped of her power. She emerges even more powerful at the end.
In a traditional shame-based culture, do you think think the police chief will ever live down the shame of being beaten up by a woman and literally having her shove a shoe up his ass, and then being marched naked and in handcuffs out of the airport?