Full Frontal Nerdity

This started back when I polled you people on what I should write in like February, and I said J2 Sixteen Candles AU? And a good half of you were like "WHAT? NO! GIMME SIXTEEN CANDLES FIC!"

So, I wrote the sexual adventures of Samantha and Jake.

( Travels Like Lightning, Jake/Samantha, NC-17, 3523 words )

Don't think I won't write that AU at some point either!

I'm one of those authors (maybe this is just low brow of me) who doesn't really consider her fic to be finished if there isn't sexing of some kind. That person who wrote the epic Jonny/Reed F4 slash and cut it off with cuddling on the couch? Hell, I felt cockblocked. I think the only exception to this rule I have (in my own fic) was Stopped at the Crossroads because if I put buttsex in there it would've RUINED it. Or--I don't know--been really stilted. Who would I have observe it? Grandma? Yeah that's a real turn on.

Anyway, considering that I find porn so *cough* crucial to my writing, I guess it's just odd that I struggle with it. I find myself trying to find meaning and getting all poetic, when that's not necessarily what I want to read in the porny interlude of a fic. You, flist, learn me how you do this hot porn thing. I can't figure it out. I can't stop myself from the analysis and the memories and the thought behind every touch. Oh lord, I might as well pack it in and start writing for Celine Dion.

I know what the problem is though. I want so desperately not to sound cliche. I don't want it to just be the whole "stick it in and ride 'em cowboy" thing. I could probably do that, er the closest I got to that was the "library porn" story. Leaving that aside, God knows none of us want to sound trite, but I feel that in fic there are a couple of paths writers traditionally take or--as someone I know would say--the "tropes" of Wincest sex.

( Lauren very intelligently analyzes cliche (mostly first time) sex scenarios in terms of Sam and Dean, heavily inspired by her writing seminar. Only don't tell her professor that. )

Basically this was all a way for me to procrastinate on writing that porny sequence I was hinting at. And possibly my Japanese homework. Actually me doing anything up to and including brushing my teeth is a way for me to procrastinate on my Japanese homework.

I'm in a very good mood. Henry read "For it's Madness To Do Otherwise" which is my story about as he put it "boys in a whacked out boarding school" but apparently he liked it. Which is good, very good. I think Leon prepared him for gratuitous porniness, which you know, has it's own merits, but that story isn't like it. It's set in the bloody 19th century to seventeen-year-olds.

Today was our screening for Sin City. I forgot how crazy that movie is on the big screen. I think Malcolm nearly came in his pants during it, it looked that amazing. It gave me a few inspiring points for my story too. When I got back I went to get my laundry and I discovered some little bugger had made off with one of my bras! It wasn't even one of my "sexy" ones, it was just a plain cream colored silk, AND IT WAS A GOOD BRA!!! And now it's gone. V. annoyed.