I have mixed feelings about current events creeping (or smashing) into porn fantasy (or fantasy porn). My main objection is that it is very hard to do well. Amateur size fantasy is hard enough on its own without introducing one’s political opinions, which are often less coherent or thought-through than one’s sexual perversions. My last foray into politically-charged size fantasy was cathartic for me, but I have no idea how successful it was for others, either as a political statement or as a wank.
On the other hand, passionate writing is some of the best writing, and many people’s passions are roiling these days, so perhaps this is a proper way to speak to the moment. I don’t know how sexy this batch of stories will be, but I remain curious how my fellow size writers will rise to the challenge. Personally, I’m going to have to consider how to avoid repeating my most vicious cop-smashing scene.
ETA: “Smashing Cops” is out. You have 24 hours to vote for one of the four runners-up.
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The new resident, Brian, backed through the breakroom doors with his arms held out in front of him, bent up at the elbows like a surgeon. Like all of us, now. He didn’t notice me as he went straight to the sink, tapped the footplate for hot water, collected some soap, and began scrubbing.
I waited until he was done before speaking. “Take a load off, Brian.”
He put on fresh gloves, made some coffee in the Keurig, snagged a chair with his foot, then lowered his mask to sip the bitter brew.
“How long you been on?” I asked.
He squinted at the wall clock. “Comin’ up on forty hours. You?”
“Almost the same, but I just had a four-hour nap in my car, so it’s all good.”
Brian shook his head. “I didn’t sign up for this.”
The evaluation form for the GentleApril20 flash fiction contest is now up! Thirty-one stories and nine categories, for each of which you can nominate up to three stories. Plus the usual feedback page, which as an author I can assure you is at least as important.
You have until May 24 to read the stories and fill out the evaluation.
So, when I got up this morning, I had written 680 words of my story for GentleApril20, the deadline for submission to which being, um, tonight. I just finished editing and submitting it. I actually feel pretty good about this, because I had a firm idea of what I wanted to do before April even started, and this was one of many month-end deadlines I was able to juggle, pandemic nonwithstanding.
It was fun to write, and I hope you like it. Great success!