I saw this ad on Facebook today and thought it the best way to illustrate my post about tentacle porn. The tentacle porn has been programmed into the apps in Honey’s phone.
Tentacle porn. Two words that sound remarkably well together in The Daisies That Open at Midnight. I just like the sound of the words next to each other. As an added bonus tentacle porn works incredibly well in this story. So well, it seems to be what The Daisies That Open at Midnight was missing. Finding that missing element because I’m fooling around with words and trying to find something that fits is a huge part of why I love this job.
That said, I would like to remind everyone this is fiction. I have never in my life seen actual tentacle porn nor do I wish to. These stories are meant to have sensual parts as well as horrific and disgusting etc etc. Everyone is different. Some people are going to find some of the more disgusting elements sensual and some will find the sensual elements disgusting. And that is perfectly okay. What isn’t okay is projecting those desires onto me and then trying to enact them in real life. That’s sexual harassment territory. I’m an author doing a job I greatly enjoy, but it starts to lose its enjoyment when I’m dealing with people being creeps because “you wrote about it”. That really isn’t cool. It isn’t acceptable.
Sometimes in writing, I like to write something that should be disgusting (tentacle porn) in a sensual way or a funny way, because that is art. And sometimes the words I choose are there because of how they sound in the overall piece. In the case of “tentacle porn”, I started weaving that into the story.
I’m sure there are authors out there that get off on their books or have their fantasies published. I’m not one of them.
Tentacle porn. Two words that sound remarkably well together in The Daisies That Open at Midnight. I just like the sound of the words next to each other. As an added bonus tentacle porn works incredibly well in this story. So well, it seems to be what The Daisies That Open at Midnight was missing. Finding that missing element because I’m fooling around with words and trying to find something that fits is a huge part of why I love this job.
That said, I would like to remind everyone this is fiction. I have never in my life seen actual tentacle porn nor do I wish to. These stories are meant to have sensual parts as well as horrific and disgusting etc etc. Everyone is different. Some people are going to find some of the more disgusting elements sensual and some will find the sensual elements disgusting. And that is perfectly okay. What isn’t okay is projecting those desires onto me and then trying to enact them in real life. That’s sexual harassment territory. I’m an author doing a job I greatly enjoy, but it starts to lose its enjoyment when I’m dealing with people being creeps because “you wrote about it”. That really isn’t cool. It isn’t acceptable.
Sometimes in writing, I like to write something that should be disgusting (tentacle porn) in a sensual way or a funny way, because that is art. And sometimes the words I choose are there because of how they sound in the overall piece. In the case of “tentacle porn”, I started weaving that into the story.
I’m sure there are authors out there that get off on their books or have their fantasies published. I’m not one of them.