I keep a list of things to write about, ideas and such, but also fragments, beginnings of things. One such fragment says simply, “Stuff I can’t say.”
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I once considering writing a piece about what I do when I masturbate, or what I used to do, only I soon realized that I couldn’t possibly write such a thing. Which is sad, because my plan was to simply describe what I do, or did, as opposed to making it pornographic, which as a reader I would dearly appreciate, having never seen anyone write it that way.
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I have a friend (this is a different subject now) who can’t come unless she’s reading pornography. Out of shyness, I’ve never asked her how this works with partners (do they read to her? do they fuck her, etc., while she reads? how does she handle lighting?).
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A character in a story: A woman like my friend but blind. The texts she reads are written in braille. Exploit the sensuality of touch.
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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