dr_mabeuse
seduce the mind
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- Oct 10, 2002
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I seem to be fighting a particularly pernicious bout of the blue devils lately, an acute case of the oh-fuck-it-alls. For some reason, this always seems to happen to me in May, but this May is worse than ever.
Strange to admit, but I found that episode with "Mom's Submarine Anal Birthday Surprise", where a third of the feedback respondants apparently couldn't even tell that the story was written as a parody of horrible writing, to be very depressing, and I guess it's made me question my whole reason for being here, for writing, for even fucking bothering.
In the best of times there is something basically ludicrous and maybe even pitiful about all these cock and pussy stories and about those of us who write them, even more so for those of us who take them seriously or who try to achieve something through prose other than mere engorgement of certain tissues. And sometimes that wave of fatuousness and futility seems to threaten to wash all our efforts away, or so it seems to me.
I just wonder if anyone else ever falls into this kind of pit of despair and even disgust over all their efforts here; if anyone else ever looks at all their time spent writing porn as time wasted.
I really don't want sympathy. I definitely don't want any fucking hugs. And I don't want anyone to tell me to lighten up and not take things so seriously, because I'm afraid I've already taken it seriously.
In fact, I really don't know what I want: maybe just to bitch and moan. It's the merry month of May and I'm depressed as hell.
---dr.M.
Strange to admit, but I found that episode with "Mom's Submarine Anal Birthday Surprise", where a third of the feedback respondants apparently couldn't even tell that the story was written as a parody of horrible writing, to be very depressing, and I guess it's made me question my whole reason for being here, for writing, for even fucking bothering.
In the best of times there is something basically ludicrous and maybe even pitiful about all these cock and pussy stories and about those of us who write them, even more so for those of us who take them seriously or who try to achieve something through prose other than mere engorgement of certain tissues. And sometimes that wave of fatuousness and futility seems to threaten to wash all our efforts away, or so it seems to me.
I just wonder if anyone else ever falls into this kind of pit of despair and even disgust over all their efforts here; if anyone else ever looks at all their time spent writing porn as time wasted.
I really don't want sympathy. I definitely don't want any fucking hugs. And I don't want anyone to tell me to lighten up and not take things so seriously, because I'm afraid I've already taken it seriously.
In fact, I really don't know what I want: maybe just to bitch and moan. It's the merry month of May and I'm depressed as hell.
---dr.M.