| Subject: Re: OK |
| From: Barrett Brown <barriticus@gmail.com> |
| Date: 5/5/10, 19:21 |
| To: arathe <ARathe@manhattanmedia.com> |
I find the idea of any sort of conventional concurrent-to-coitus conversation to be kind of unseemly, like stealing a magazine from an airport gift shop or dancing when you're straight and male. Gays can dance and steal all the magazines they want for all I care; I believe that their persecution entitles them to certain liberties above those afforded the rest of us. I guess what I'm trying to say is that a girl prompted me to pretend-rape her on our first date, and I did so. Insomuch as that I was once asked to talk dirty to some other girl but could think of nothing non-sarcastic to say, this was a big step.
The date was going well even before it started going memorably, which is bizarre, as I gave off every warning signal as to my failures as a person, like having to share a coffee mug of vodka with the girl because I'd accidentally broken all the glasses in the apartment, one by one. At some point I actually made her look at this game I was playing, called Dwarf Fortress, in which I pretend that I am some large number of dwarves, all living together in a fortress. Eventually she relented and we had sex, which was probably for the best.
At one point I was fucking her
from behind, as is my custom, and the girl asked, "Are you going to rape
me?" I probably would
have been shocked had the girl not previously made it clear that she was
not so much sexually vanilla as she was double chocolate with kinky
sprinkles; meanwhile, I'm so sexually clueless that I have to resort to
ice cream-oriented metaphors.
Inexperienced as I am in such matters, though, I managed not to miss a beat. Who am I, after all, to refuse to pretend-rape a girl? I used to pretend to kill my friends all the time as a kid. I still pretend to kill things, or rather my dwarves do. With that in mind, or perhaps something else, I held down her arms and proceeded to "rape" her. This consisted of me engaging the girl in continued sexual intercourse, with her occasionally struggling to escape but not so diligently as to complicate our couplinga good thing, as I'm a heavy smoker and don't really exercise during winter. It would have been pretty impolite for her to overcome my wanted advances.
And politeness is important to
me, which is why I've never been inclined to even fantasize about
coercive behavior, which I consider to be even more unseemly than
magazine theft. Less unseemly than our rape game, meanwhile, was our
second round of sex later that evening, which went from me spooning her
to me fucking her while she did a not-particularly-good-job of
pretending to be asleep. For instance, she would talk every now and
again. This particular act should probably be coordinated in advance,
rather than on the spur of the moment; in this case, it was pretty much
just like having regular ol' sex.
Hi guys,
I want the story to run next week, which means I need to get a finalized version done by Friday. I am attaching what I have nowboth sides of the copy in one doc to make things easier. I have left notes for both of you in the copy, but also want to ask that you read each other's work and try to address the same topics; it doesn't seem, at the moment, that we're telling exactly the same stories. Also, I'd like a bit more about how this felt, what you were thinking, etc. Even the most seasoned swordsman might be put off by this request, so I think the fun will be in sharing that part of the experience...
Adam