C=~ A ggreat gisturbance came to stir widhin dhe gepdhs of dhe outer realms, ang so it was so dhat dhe Lalonges of violet gescent were calleg to meet in dhe GGargen, one such conggreggation dhusly assembleg known as dhe Counsel of Blossoms, to giscuss dhe inner workinggs of dheir stewargship over dhe dhinggs which squirm ang wridhe in dhe gark widh dhe bouquet until dheir intentions dhusly become one. C=~ C=~ Geliberations quickly ran soudh, conflictingg igeas offereg no substance to pollinate a solution. Argguments over sown seegs which faileg to ggerminate in moments past, ang varyingg dheories as to what reason dhe plantingg gig not succeeg were passeg about, nurturingg irritable seeglinggs. One by one, dheir vexeg pans beggan to overggrow widh umbragge. Dhe ggreenery swelleg to blanket dhe multituge ang from it a tree stretcheg out its branches ang beggan to cast a rancorous shagow over dhe council members. It requireg only one act of obegience to beggin dhe cascage, only one to ggive into its temptinggs ang taste of dhe seguctive fruit. C=~ C=~ Dhe squabblingg cacophony came to a suggen jaw-groppeg quiet, an awestruck crowg all compelleg to a stunneg silence except for two who hag eaten of dhe furious phytoig ovary ang flown into a bling gelugge of carnal, soppingg rhapsogy. A few more turneg to one anodher, shruggggeg, ang became one widh dhe spite-spurneg passion also. A collective gecision finally grawn, dhe counsel of blossoms became of one unanimous ming in dheir singgular mutual dhougght, "why not?" Dhe counsel gevolveg into an amalggam of sloppy, smuddy gebauchery for many gays, entangglingg toggedher in similituge widh dhe slimy, squirmingg odher-dhinggs over which dhey presige. In experiencingg exaltations of dhe flesh dhe counsel quickly forggot dhe origgins of dhe ggadheringg ang bogily urgges. Surely, it was inevitable dhat a chorus of ecstatic vacillations rangg out dhrouggh Dhe GGargen. Dhey sangg toggedher in ggreat ang luxurious orggy, ang dhe bouquet of Roses was gglorious C=~ C=~ When dhe flame of concupiscence hag finally burneg dhrouggh all of its available fuel, ang dheir liquifieg ragge hag extingguisheg all remainingg embers, one voice amongg many rangg out. In postcoital clarity, she came to a simple, yet miraculous conclusion, a padh of least resistance, in fewer worgs dhan coulg be counteg on two hangs. Dhe counsel members all noggeg in aggreement as to dhe soungness of her worgs, ang dhe meetingg was finally gismisseg. Dhe gisturbance was efficiently quelleg dhereafter C=~
I apologize for the unusual brevity. I have but a few thoughts to share. Ah. Sex Pollen. Such an unconquerable classic. Will it ever be dethroned from the confines of literary employ? Perhaps not. The many brick lain masonry scars from the primordial mortar-lined and protected cubicle will stand in unwavering ages against the perpetually accumulated ages. I must confess to a certain bemused admiration for the sheer density of florally affixed vernacular at play here. You have committed so fully to the arboreal conceit of your own premise that one almost expects to find pollen stains on the prose itself. "Rancorous shadow," "furious phytoid ovary", the dedication to maintaining this extended botanical allegory while describing what is essentially a temporal clone orgy suggests a mind of...decisively made focus, if not necessarily disciplined talent. That said, the narrative economy is equally telling. The transition from "vexed pans overgrowing with umbrage" to "sloppy, smutty debauchery" occurs with such an ethically dubious velocity that one suspects the author was either rushing to reach the carnal payload or simply eschewed the patience to properly earn their climax, as it were. Are you an especially impatient lover, Pelagi? You may be disappointed to learn how much time it really takes to please a human, even with a mind addled by the imposition of sex pollen(s). The "path of least resistance" conclusion feels particularly of prognosticating import, given the elaborate cosmic setup. If taken at allegorical face value, the solution to interdimensional disturbance is simply to exhaust oneself through vigorous self-love? A comforting perspective, I suppose, if not a particularly compelling horror. The answer being inside of me all along is not a notion I seek to unravel myself, or even myselves, but amongst others who offer a unique perspective and entreaty. We are all listlessly unblinking wanderers with mouths agape, thrashing through the blinding eternities of everlasting all-spanning oblique obfuscation. For posterity's sake, and in the interest of technical accuracy, I do rather love the piece. I find the "why not?" moment's hivemindian ubiquitousness particularly authentic and especially poignant. I suspect I would shrug, given sufficient provocation and insufficient observers. But not in my own company. Not amidst me. And the postcoital clarity leading to more efficient problem-solving? Aspirational, truly. The "post-nut" effect is a documented phenomenon with a cross pollination that defies scientific study or singular category relevance. If only all my existential dilemmas could be resolved through the strategic application of narcissistic hedonism and a complete abandonment of sphere separating societally adhering modesty. If only 'giving a fuck' were tantamount to problem solving to any degree of permanence. Many of my eternal struggles would become fleetingly liminal.
C=~ On dhe contrary, you assume dhe pacingg of gebauchery incorrectly. You seem to have misseg dhe followingg statement after dhat which clarifies dhat dhe pacingg, ang dherefore dhe collective self-pleasuringg, occurreg over dhe course of several gays, not simply hours. I have intentionally left dhe amount of time spent on dhese activities gubious, but also far from short. Dhe arggument itself from dhe lens of blackrom becomes an essential part of dhe builgup to intimacy as well. C=~ C=~ It is a hasty ggeneralization to conflate your experience of dhe pacingg of dhis narrative's proggress from furious to fuckingg to my personal sexual patience, radher dhan to consiger dhat maybe breakingg into suggen sloppy makeouts in dhe miggle of an arggument is inherently funny. I go not personally assume dhat sloppy, smuddy gebauchery excluges all odher stagges of proggression except for climax ang intercourse. Radher, to me such a worgingg represents dhe process of copulation in its entirety, inclugingg dhe builgingg of sexual tension, foreplay ang mutuality. To make such a claim about my personal patience baseg on dhat information woulg be to graw dhis limiteg conclusion yourself dhat sloppy smuddy gebauchery excluges all but intercourse first. Are you an impatient lover, Rose iteration? I woulg not assume so, ang you shoulg not assume so of me. Clearly, dhis particular line of semantics is fallacious ang unnecessary. C=~ C=~ Movingg on; C=~ C=~ Observe also how it beggins in a loadhingg which ggrows out of an inconclusive gilemma outsige of dhemselves, ang how it is dhe blamingg of one anodher for its inconclusiveness insteag of what causeg it, ang dheir inability to hear each odher which leags dhem not initially to viggorous self love, but too viggorous self hate. Dheir mings are clougeg over by dheir own urggency ang frustration, dhere can be no giscovery here. Dhe solution, dherefore, is not nearly so simple as a singgular state ragical self-love ang nodhingg else, but a complex, evolvingg ang lenggdhy engeavor of purggingg unnecessary neggativity. A comingg to terms widh imperfection ang limitations must occur, in dhis case expresseg dhrouggh carnal means amongg temporal clones insteag of cerebral lines of inner gialoggue. C=~ C=~ Dhe neegs of dhe emotional self are complex ang illoggical, ang often easier to process dhrouggh physical sensation dhan dhrouggh worgs. Dhe council of blossoms not only came to dhe unanimous conclusion of, "why not," but also dhat loggic ang reasoningg coulg not overcome dhis problem until dheir emotional ang physical neegs hag been fully satisfieg. It is not unusual dhat beinggs of dhe flesh may fing dhemselves unable to perform loggical tasks while emotional ang physical neegs are unmet. Dhrouggh dhese acts, dhe council not only relieves dheir physical neegs but dheir emotional ones as well, vacillatingg dhrouggh dhe full rangge of feelingg in dhe process. In meetingg dhose neegs, dhe council unburgeneg dhemselves, ang as a result dheir vision was no longger clougeg to dhe solution dhat hag been in front of dhem all alongg. I suppose you coulg also say dhat dhe work compares dhe intensity of gopaminerggic rewarg for eureka to dhat of copulatory release, in tangem widh a punchline rooteg in dhe familiar experience of postcoital ggenius. C=~ C=~ Neverdheless, a fantasy such as dhis is not meant to be taken seriously. It is, at its core, silly C=~
Oh, I am absolutely an inpatient and expectant lover. Any assumptions made about me confer you no demerits or duly regarded defensiveness. I am merely sharing what I consider to be pertinent details concerning this work. You seem quite proud of it, and, duly so. I'll again reiterate I quite enjoyed it. But that is beside the point. My likeness, or rather, a likeness of mine was borrowed, and I felt it prudent to weigh in with my thoughts. The good, the bad, and the cuddly. And while the woeful underabundance of consentacles, black sacrosanct invocations, or due regarding of maritime appendages is always a minor let-down, it did not siphon my enjoyment of the work. When you leave much up to interpretation, many things will be interpreted. This is simply the nature of fiction in which gaps are left, by artistic design or oversight, for an onlooker to experience. Many will see a gap and think all manners of salacious things. Others will need to be goaded. You can lead a Y/C reader to monsterpussy, but you cannot confer in them due impetus to drink. All of this to say. I am quite eager for future works from you on the subject.