Often regarded as the most defining feature of masculinity, whether it be toxic, fragile, or otherwise, all centers around a man’s ego. At its simplest of definitions, the ego is the internalized creation of the self. It’s literally what defines who we are and governs how we react to certain situations, and how we interact with people. The male ego is often associated with toxic masculinity or fragile masculinity but is not limited solely to these archetypes. To really understand the role it plays, it’s essential to understand how it works, and how it’s not just limited to men.
It’s been quite a long time since I last wrote on the topic of Primal Play. A couple of years ago, I wrote about my findings on what Primal Play is, and my discovery that I am also primal. It would be some time until I would write another post about what it means to be primal, and how primals interact with the rest of us. Since then, I find myself in a position where I feel I’ve learned a lot more about Primal Play through my personal experience as a primal, learning from other primals, as well as seeing a need for another post delving even further into what Primal Play entails. Several, actually.
Ladies and gentleman of smut, welcome to this week’s #FantasySmutFriday challenge! Each week, I’ll present a new writing prompt based on a fantasy, and you’ll have one week to craft a flash story(~1,000 or less) that fulfills this fantasy. The plot, events, characters, and twists are all up to you, so long as it brings the fantasy to life.
Chaturbate is sponsoring this year’s list of the Top 100 Sex Blogs of 2018. Hosting this list is one of the very talented writers I had the pleasure of being acquainted with during the Smut marathon: Molly Moore of Molly’s Daily Kiss. Nominations are now open, and I’d like to ask all of you to consider making a nomination for Forbidden Writings. Honestly, I do not expect to break the top 100, as there are tons of other great sex blogs out there better than mine(and you should check those out as well). But just having a few nominations would really make my year.
Ladies and gentleman of smut, welcome to this week’s #FantasySmutFriday challenge! Each week, I’ll present a new writing prompt based on a fantasy, and you’ll have one week to craft a flash story(~1,000 or more) that fulfills this fantasy. The plot, events, characters, and twists are all up to you, so long as it brings the fantasy to life.
I had originally planned to write this post about differences between fantasy versus reality when it came to subjects of the sexually taboo, but the research I made on this subject opened up a larger reservoir of information for me to share about fantasies, in general. As authors of erotica and smut, we often like to push the boundaries of what’s possible in the otherwise vanilla sexual encounters we are more used to on a day-to-day basis. For many, this has meant stepping into the realm of the magical, supernatural, and sci-fi. For others, they push the line of the socially acceptable. Surprisingly enough, even the things that cause us to retch in disgust can also capture our attention, driving us to want more.
Why is there no air conditioning in here? You would think a small trailer in Florida would at least have an A/C unit come standard with the rent, but for whatever reason, it doesn’t. I suppose when you’re a landlord renting units to students and other low-income tenants, amenities aren’t exactly a concern of yours. Worse off, it was in the dead of summer when the humidity is at its worst and your skin never feels completely dry. Even a standing fan doesn’t make much of a difference.
The other day, I received a message from my wife about a job her father was contracted to do. For context, her father is a ventilation contractor and tinsmith, and often takes jobs way out of town. His client is a successful entrepreneur who owns several bars and a couple strip clubs and was now opening a swingers club in Montreal. An interesting tidbit she also shared with me was an offer this club owner extended to his patrons, offering free food and drink at the grand opening party for everyone who buys a paid membership before opening day. More than 1,400 have already signed up, which kinda took my breath away. I mean, I knew swinging was becoming more mainstream among couples, but I didn’t know the lifestyle had grown so large that 1,400 people within driving distance of this club would readily sign up on such short notice. Naturally, I was curious to learn more.
The votes are over and the results are in. And if it hasn’t become clear by the title of this post already, I’ve been eliminated. I know I’ve expressed a bit of bitterness in past rounds due to the feedback and low scores I received, but now I feel… I don’t know the word. Somewhere between euphoric and relieved. Reconciled? I think that’s it.
I know I’m a couple days late with this post, so please forgive me on that matter. This past weekend was kind of crazy, and I’ve only just managed to recover from everything that happened. But as of Saturday, submissions for round 6 of the Smut Marathon came to a close for the 25 remaining writers. This is probably the first time a round has begun with the same number of writers as the number of writers who submitted a story. No one has dropped out, although I’ll admit to coming very close to it.
I was honestly surprised by how good this story was. Although it’s shorter than books I would normally review, I enjoyed this one enough to make an exception. “Their natural 20” is the story of Brielle, who was recently dumped by a douche of a boyfriend because he thought she was “too curvy” for him. To try and take her mind off it, and make some new friends, she joins a Dungeons & Dragons group at her college. The group is happy to welcome her in, and she even impresses them with her roleplaying prowess.
Things have been pretty rough the last couple of months. I told myself this was going to be the year I would start making more regular posts and help this blog really take off. At the start, things were going OK, and I was able to consistently put out a good handful of posts each month. However, I’ve been finding it hard to talk about anything the last few months, other than the Smut Marathon. But last night I was thinking about how there was much I wanted to talk about, and all the story ideas I have literally laying around in composition notebooks and pocket pads and began to wonder why I was feeling this creative wall in front of me.