genstarr replied to your post: Kevin’s Sense of Smut

Is this based on intuition or how well worn the binding is at those passages? Ahem.

The protagonist and the love/sex interest will usually have gotten to know each other well enough for sex to happen at around the same time in most of these formulaic thrillers.  Also, authors tend to throw some sex in at around the same point to perk up a reader’s flagging interest.  So, it’s based on knowledge of the formula more than anything else.

Now, me, on the other hand: I’m writing (slowly) a fantasy Western, and I just went ahead and threw in a couple sex scenes in the second chapter, because why the hell not?

Kevin's Sense of Smut

One of my more interesting and useless skills is that, presented with a thick airport paperback, I can deduce where in the book the smut will be located, and turn straight to it with alarming frequency.  I demonstrated this ability in the work breakroom the other day.

Somebody had left a thriller of some kind on a table, and picking it up, I announced that I was going to find the smut.  I felt along the edges of the pages before deciding it would be approximately 70% of the way into the book.  I opened to the chosen section, and there, on the facing page, the protagonist was describing a woman sticking her tongue into his mouth.  “My cock felt like an iron bolt,” it read.  I didn’t need to read any further than that.

So, anyway, yeah…how does a person monetize a skill like this?  There must be a way.

Truth, Written on Mountains

Even the most obvious truth seems ever so much more devastating when it’s written across the face of a mountain.

For instance:

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See?  I mean, holy shit, I always suspected that, but now that it’s written on a mountain, the essential truth of this statement is undeniable.

Try out this next one, and prepare to have your assumptions about the functionality of your government BLOWN TO SHIT:

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That exploding sound is coming from inside your own head.

Finally, a little something for all of us to remember whenever we complain about the lack of stars/likes on our Twitters and the like:

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OUCH.

Ouch, mountain.  DAMN.

Mountains: telling it like it is for millions of years.

iamjustcara replied to your post: Question

if memory serves you have to get rid of all the members and then remove yourself as a member and *poof* it’s gone.

Thank you!  That’s the same way you had to close down groups on Vox; I should have remembered that.

Related: I am no longer the proprietor of any porn blogs.  That shit’s too much work.  Go find your own smut like everybody else.