In that this is the first post I'm adding to the Explicit Kisses blog, I figured I wouldn't start out with a story or musing like the rest of the posts will be from this point on. Instead, I'd like to explain the purpose of this blog. ...But I suppose I need a story to preface that, don't I?
A large portion of my childhood was dedicated to waiting for the magic that would await me in the years after puberty. I spent too long looking forward to my first kiss, my first boyfriend the loss of my virginity, and thanks to Disney's sugarcoated influence, my knight in shining armor. After fourteen years of patience, I got my first real kiss [even if it was on the cheek] in the greasy green and brown booth at a Subway near my school. The guy was not only not actually interested in me in the least, but he was also distinctly unattractive, and last but not least, had a girlfriend. Despite all of these details that would make such a specimen unappealing, my self esteem was just low enough to make this kid the current love of my life. I obsessed over him, every unrequited love song I listened to was obviously about my relationship [or lack thereof] with him. Eventually I got over him, moved on like any girl in their right mind would do. What I never got over was the lack of actual romance in the situation. You can make anything sound sexy if you like a person enough, or if they're attractive enough. In truth, however, the experience itself isn't anything more than two pimpled high schoolers getting freaky in a Subway. Disgusting.
Explicit Kisses is intended to be the antithesis to pulp romance novels; the ones with pink covers and Fabio nearly fucking some random glamour model dressed like a pirate. It's an objective look at innocent kisses, kinky sex, the time you gave your boyfriend a handjob on the ferris wheel with someone else's gum stuck to the metal restraint in front of you. In this blog you'll find works of both fiction and creative nonfiction, so if you know me personally and find our story among them, take this into account; if I gave you my heart for any moment in time, in return I took your face, the way you speak, your mannerisms, your body, your clothing, and above all else, the time you farted while I was giving you head.
Don't worry, I won't use your real name. Your secret is safe with me. Kind of.
For the time being, I plan on all posts being in first person [that is, from the 'I' vantage point]. This does not necessarily make every piece nonfiction. As stated before, some entries will be fiction, others nonfiction, and some a hybrid of the two.
Also, I ask that you please do not make the assumption that I am bitter toward the concept of love or romance. I am simply attempting to reveal physical/sexual experiences in a more tongue-in-cheek, objective way through this blog. Just because I'm sitting at my laptop wiping french fry grease on my pants as I write these entries does not mean that I am incapable of feeling or that I can't get a boyfriend.
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Hi! Dad here! Can't _wait_ to read more! Yessiree Bob!
ReplyDeleteBTW: Time-tested/old school method of engaging in this sort of search for authenticity: Hand-written diary hidden under mattress.
ReplyDeleteJust thinking aloud here: If you put EVERY_FREAKIN_THING you think and experience on the web, who's going to bother BUYING the books you will eventually write?
ReplyDeleteWhen I do Google searches and even the most neutral terms result in copious references to varieties of sexual behavior a few things are abundantly clear. 1) Sex has universal appeal (duh!). 2) People are doing, saying and publishing impulsive thoughts and images regarding this part of life (duh!), and 3) The most impulsive people with the greatest preoccupation and/or too much time (or something) on their hands have founded cottage industries whose only product seems to be validating the momentary poor judgment of others. ("Everybody ELSE is doing it! Just look on the internet!") and creating a fundamentally self-destructive culture of drunken nihilistic abandon.
ReplyDeleteHow much damage does one do to the lives of others by promoting such behavior as normal or acceptable?
How many people will be influenced to abandon their self-protective instincts and thereby die early deaths of AIDS? How many loving relatives and friends are left behind marked by this tragedy?
ReplyDeleteHow many children will be born into lives far more difficult (for them and their caregivers) than they would be if they had a pair of parents who brought them into the world on purpose rather than by accident (pardon me, "on accident"...yeesh) ?
How many will spend the rest of their lives struggling with the emotional (and possible physical) consequence of their decision to have/not have an abortion?
How many people's lives and relationships will be complicated by the long-term health consequences of other related STDs like herpes, gonorrhea, and syphilis?
How many secrets will one have to keep or risk revealing in trying to establish an authentic and lasting love relationship?
Just because one CAN do something, SHOULD one do it? I could go buy a gun and shoot someone who annoys me. Should I do this? Why not? Thinking about the long-term consequences of one's actions is a fundamental characteristic of intelligence. Sure, spontaneity is one thing, but the greatest chess players are the ones who can envision where the possible outcomes...several turns into the future their current move will leave them.
ReplyDeleteWhen one thinks sex one certainly would want it to be passionate and spontaneous…but one must find one’s ground rules that will allow this to be so. Sure, I’d like to just flap my arms and fly whenever I want to…but as sad as that may be, that’s just not the way it works.
I don't see what possible good adding even another drop of this sort of content to the sea of similar stuff already on the internet does for anyone at all. It just makes the author look like yet another lemming heading for the same cliff.
I am familiar with a hauntingly brilliant painting by an excellent visual artist who created a horizontal image of various religious symbols and at the lower corner added the words “Thou shall not make mistakes…”. Too bad she ran out of room. The ellipsis should have been eliminated with the words “…on purpose.”
...all that said, the graphic at the top of this blog IS hysterical.
ReplyDeleteIs a person who subscribes to someone's twitter feed a twit?
ReplyDeleteI apologize that you clearly don't bother to ask me for the context as to why I do things. Whether or not you actually listen to what I said in this post [about it being fiction vs. non and your lack of ability to actually differentiate the two without making rash assumptions], I'm not concerned with. I refuse to censor myself. This is a project not only supported by, but REQUIRED by my class [if I DON'T do this, I will fail the course]. If you have a problem reading dirty things, why are you on the internet? I suppose objectivity isn't an option, so let me explain again.
ReplyDeleteThe purpose of this blog is not to encourage irresponsible acts of sex. If anything, in fact, the opposite. Bookstores are filled with raunchy nothingness disguised as romance and relationships. This literary blog is used as a device to expose the lack of love or romance in a world filled with sex. This isn't purely a self indulgent tool from a cynic. This is a compilation of stories. Sex is real whether you repress it or not. People are naked beneath their clothing. If this blog ever reaches any degree of popularity, I expect to have countless criticisms in the same category as yours, Sir.
I apologize that censorship and repression has been a theme throughout your life, but I am more concerned with telling the truth rather than simply hiding things underneath a mattress.
-Explicit Kisses.
...so the purpose of pursuing a degree in the English program at Santa Fe is to train you to produce the same sort of stuff that kids (and fixated adults) all over the world are just producing spontaneously? As a class assignment for which one pays tuition?
ReplyDeleteYoung Miss;
ReplyDeleteOne would assume to be a good writer, one ought also be a good reader. Re-read my posts and then react. I'll permit a "do-over" this time.
Don't make too many assumptions about my beliefs or experiences. It's clear from the too-few direct things you've ever said on this topic before that the truth you assume is far, far, far from the reality. And since you give yourself no opportunity to ask, you can't ever acquire any truth. At this point it seems that is more convenient for you to write me off as some pathetic stereotype. Sad, but I think I understand where that comes from. (I will censor myself here...for my part I believe it would be inappropriate to publish these thoughts to a world-wide audience)
The issue is NOT censorship.
The issue IS exhibitionism.
In one's race toward courage one risks foolhardy exposure (and in the world of the internet the unrestricted publishing and archiving) of one's vulnerabilities. IMHO such public disclosure may be for later, not for now.
The following is quoted back to you not to throw your own words in your face, but to request that you reflect on how, as a writer, you put this.
"If you have a problem reading dirty things, why are you on the internet?"
The surrounding context does not make it clear to the reader that the internet is for anything BUT reading dirty things. Did you really mean that?
I'm taking your advice and re-reading some of your prior posts here. I know some of my reactions are gut-level/impulsive/emotional. You clearly have a brain and a conscience. Please also know that I love you and that every pink hair on your head is numbered.
ReplyDeleteI simply don't understand the probably with publicly posting stories that could just as well be fiction as nonfiction. I find it offensive that just because a topic is taboo in a home setting [due to the amount of irrational assumptions made without complete knowledge], it is not appropriate to have any creative outlet for such pieces. That IS an issue of censorship, whether you admit to it or not.
ReplyDeleteI am offended that you dare criticize the merit of this assignment. No, the purpose of this assignment is not to make a sex blog and produce what you are assuming will be "the same sort of stuff that kids (and fixated adults) all over the world are producing." I haven't even posted any work yet, so how can you say that I am not creative or professional enough to display pieces with true literary merit rather than typical porn? The purpose of the assignment is to create a collection of literary work [in blog or 'zine form--I obviously prefer the blog], that is either our own or a collection of submissions. This is supposed to be based around a central theme, and mine happens to be slightly voyeuristic. Art usually is.
I am aware of the blatancy of sex in our society today, and the possible effects it has had upon our society and culture. More prominent than the presence of sex is the misinformation given to young people around the world on the subject. Teaching abstinence and repression is not the answer to dealing with epidemics of STDs and teenage pregnancy. If people are going to have sex, they need to take responsibility for themselves by being well informed, as well as engaging in the act with someone that they are able to trust implicitly. By your logic, me becoming a 'lemming' to this sort of expression of sexuality will have no major influence anyway, so what's the real harm?
This is not exhibitionist. Nowhere do I use my real name and the only reason you happened upon this is because clearly you have a problem allowing ME creative outlets that could be seen by the world. You literally search for every bit of incriminating 'evidence' against my moral character [or apparently lack thereof] and distort it to try and make me afraid of having a life. As someone who is pursuing a career in creative nonfiction, what is the difference between starting now versus repressing it until I'm old enough for it to be deemed more appropriate? When will you stop attacking me and realize that you're the only ones who think I'm royally fucking up my life by being honest? Obviously this concept was approved by authorities higher than myself, who have a background in the literary world and can see the merit behind my ideas, as well as knowing my work well enough to know that is never simply for shock value or 'exhibitionism.'
ReplyDeleteIf you continue to spam my comments with impulsive and personal feedback, I will ban you from making such comments, as they are not beneficial to the readers of this blog.
Thank you for interest in Explicit Kisses.
-Explicit Kisses.
...well, suit yourself. Sorry you feel the honest exchange of ideas is such a threat. But do us all a favor and don't dig yourself into a hole too deep to climb out of with a modicum of personal dignity intact.
ReplyDeleteLiz Phiar's dad must be sooooo proud.
I'd be proud if my daughter turned out to be an iconic female rock artist too! Thanks for the input, but I'm banning you from leaving comments from this point on. My posts deserve more thought than emotional outbursts.
ReplyDelete-Explicit Kisses.