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.
The name may not allude to this, but the laundry list is a commonly-made mistake among most first-time writers, whether it be writers of erotica, smut, or other genres. It’s an understandably easy mistake to make, but it’s still enough to turn off any reader from the get-go. I mentioned this in an earlier post where I explained a few things to help take your writing to the next level, but I’d like to give this one a bit more emphasis.
This round of the Smut Marathon wrapped up as of last night, and I woke up to the results just this morning. Round 5 of the Smut marathon closed with results looking somewhat sporadic as the points were distributed. In previous rounds, the points always looked somewhat focused as the judges often voted for the same people, even if not for the same number of points. However, with points spread out all over the place, it looked like the judges were a bit divided on what worked and what didn’t. A clear winner of the round was made, but runner-ups were cutting it pretty close to each other with some point differences as small as 0.2 points.
As of last night, the window for accepting new entries into Round 5 of the Smut Marathon closed, and as of today, the voting round has begun. As you may remember, Round 4 closed with a total of 30 writers moving on to this round. But due to things in life we can’t control, like other projects, family problems, or other issues as Marie Rebelle addressed, five writers have chosen to pull out of the competition. This now leaves 25 total entries left in the marathon. I wish all those who pulled out a bright blessing, and great success in their future endeavors.
Do you remember those ‘Choose your own adventure’ books from the 80’s with the elaborate cover art, written by Edward Packard? I remember first finding one in middle school, around 20 years ago now, and thinking how innovative I thought it was. My school’s library had dozens of them, and I think I read every single one of them.
Have you ever dreamed you were a porn star? I mean, I’m sure plenty of you have had dreams or maybe day-dreamed of it, or perhaps even pretended you were while you were in the shower. But the other night, I had a dream in which I was a pornstar having sex with another pornstar. But it wasn’t me who was the pornstar, per say, if that makes sense. I dreamt of specific porn actors I’m already very familiar with.
This round of the Smut Marathon has been one of the most trying for many of us, I have to say. But the reason for this isn’t the tasks we were given, but because of what came after. Many took the feedback they received on their entries as a big hit to their self-esteem as a writer. I’ve been talking with several of the other writers all morning on Twitter as the feedback and results were released. It’s stirred me to take a step back and take a closer look at everything going on.
Earlier today, an article was published by NYTimes writer Ross Douthat titled ‘The Redistribution of Sex’. Which, that fucking title alone is cringy enough to make any vagina go drier than a Sahara desert. But in light of the recent attack in Toronto by a self-proclaimed “incel” in retaliation for not receiving the fornication he felt he deserved. Mr. Douche-hat then goes on to suggest, in elaborate detail and political heehaw, that the idea of a redistribution of sex, the very thing the “incel” movement is asking for, isn’t something we should immediately dismiss. In fact, he believes we should be talking about it more!