I'm back. For those who have been sitting around waiting for a new post (hi, sis), thank you. For those who have not, I totally understand. Face it, my life is not that exciting.
Anyway, as you may or may not know (or care) I make a living by writing. And when I say, "Make a living," I mean "have no problem staying under the income guidelines for food stamps." I get gigs from a site that pays a penny a word. I create "gigs" and post them, and people order them.
I've got one for blog content, one for ghost writing, one for screen writing, and one for erotica (call it porn). Guess what? The porn is where the money is at. People love kink, people.
I'm not surprised by much, let's put that out there. And nothing sexual really freaks me out (except that whole "Two Girls One Cup" shit - so to speak - which still keeps me from eating soft serve ice cream). I expected the deluge of requests for lesbian bondage kink, gay orgies, horrotica (my specialty), and lots of other fun stuff that gets people off. But I don't understand one thing: Tentacle sex.
I'm not even kidding, you guys. People love to read about other people being violated by giant alien tentacles. I had no choice but to Google that shit when I got the first order because, believe it or not, I had no idea what the dude was asking for. Apparently, there's a whole community of hentai and manga and plain old porn readers who enjoy - extremely - the notion of a person having slug-like crawlies violate their privates. Who knew?
I'm also kind of surprised at the number of people who ask for pregnancy-related stuff. One person actually asked me to write a continuing series where the guy was held captive by beautiful female aliens and forced to procreate with them.
I don't judge. As long as everybody is of age and no one is getting hurt, I have no issue with providing entertainment for people. It just kind of surprised me that I could be, well - surprised by anything anymore. Maybe I'm not as old as I feel.
On the other hand, I still can't figure out how to get the pictures off my camera, but I'm sure my 12 year old nephew could do it with one hand tied behind his back. So yeah. Maybe I AM as old as I feel.
Oh and by the way - I have a date tonight. He seems normal so he's probably a total freak or another mama's boy. But I'll keep you posted.
Because I know you're just sitting there waiting for my posts.
Thanks for sticking around and reading. I'll try to be more diligent in my posting future.