Tag: out of character

OOC – Why I don’t write Indian raceplay erotica

Do you also write about [insert race] transformation?

This is a question that’s come up a couple of times over the years. I get variations on it, but Indian is by far the most common one.

While I gotten some really solid, hot prompts before – in my head I’m immediately hitting blind spots. Big fuzzy areas on cultural views on sex, social hierarchy, gender roles, family, etc.

Most of my writing on East Asian Americans girls comes from a place of knowing (second hand) what it actually can be like as 1st or 2nd gen immigrant –  and then twisting is against stereotypes and racist shit they deal with IRL.

On the other end, of transformation – if it’s something I can go totally fictional? Give me.. idk, maybe ‘Dark Elves’? I can work with that.

But as a teen, I actually was close friends with a second-gen Indian-American girl. 

I know she dated a couple white boys and it was an issue.

I know she had never set foot in India, but had to participate in traditions that felt foreign and awkward.

I know all this – her family dynamic, her feelings, the names and general concepts in very, very broad strokes… 

And that oddly puts the Indian-American experience in an uncanny valley for me.

I know just enough to have a sense of where it should go, but I’m missing the nuance to fill in the blanks. There are these juicy twists and internal conflicts I can see outlines of – and they’re just clear enough that I don’t feel right coloring them in half-blind.

I don’t write about Japanese, Korean, Chinese, Vietnamese and Filipina race change because I know how to make it accurate. It’s the opposite – I know just enough to warp it and twist it. I know how to make it wrong and pervert it for selfish enjoyment.

So, I don’t write Indian race/cultural change for any moral reason. If anything, it’s because I can’t subvert the culture properly

Essential Short Story Reading

Fuck it. 

I feel like sharing some non-sexy recommendations today.

Great inspiration for anyone writing nuanced erotica, mind control fiction or just fucked up short stories. Each taps into some underlying discomfort, be it disturbingly mundane horror or fantastical warping of the familiar. 

These are all short stories that have shaped me and I aspire to someday evoke. Links to the full text when available; otherwise links to Kindle editions.

The Screwfly Solution by Alice Sheldon

The title refers to the sterile insect technique, a technique of eradicating the population of screwflies by the release of large amounts of sterilized males that would compete with fertile males, thus reducing the native population more with each generation this is done. This story concerns a similar distortion of human sexuality with disastrous results. 

The Lottery by Shirley Jackson

The book does not contain any hints on how to win the lottery. It is, rather, a chilling tale of conformity gone mad.

The Life You Save May Be Your Own by Flannery O’Connor

An elderly woman and her daughter take in a traveler who brings hope back into their lives.

Araby by James Joyce

A boy falls in love with the sister of his friend, but fails in his quest to buy her a worthy gift from the Araby bazaar.

The Shadow at the Bottom of the World by Thomas Ligotti

Inhabitants of a small village who encounter a mysterious black mass which appears to emanate from the bowels of the Earth.

Barn Burning by William Faulkner

Tenant farmers try to find work.

Suffer the Little Children by Stephen King

A ghastly sick-joke with no redeeming social merit whatever.

Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius by Jorge Luis Borges

Detailing the discovery of the mysterious and apparently fictional world of Tlön, whose inhabitants believe a form of subjective idealism, denying the reality of the world.

In the Hills, the Cities by Clive Barker

A vacationing couple disturbs a sacred local tradition.

The Inexplicable Sexiness Of Ivy Valentine by Maddy Myers

The Inexplicable Sexiness Of Ivy Valentine

This is probably my first post both in and out of character on this Tumblr.

I’ll need to add this to the footnotes on my manifesto on Unified Progessive Kink Theory.

“I like seeing my female peers reclaim Soulcalibur’s characters without shame—characters who weren’t created “for” them but who became weapons in their hands. The most recent time I played Soulcalibur VI at a party, the room was full of my queer friends, all of us hooting and hollering at Ivy’s slow-motion breast jiggling. “My girlfriend! My queen!” we screamed in delight every time she stomped. She was part of us, one of us.”