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  1. Dear 'Pecman' (by the way, I love the name):

    Thank you for an honest post. Most men do actually have sex drives at some points/levels

    in their lives .. and erotic writing exists (among other reasons) to satisfy and perpetuate/

    help us to identify with that basic, primal function. I have decided that I would like to read the

    "barn orgy" scene in Groovy Kind of Love; and let you know if it functioned physically

    (i.e. if I became aroused, as you have intended) and at the same time as "so-called literature" .

    However, I cannot find the name 'Pecman' on the author list.

    Please direct me to the proper link, or send me your entire story pr. e-mail.

  2. I am certain that you are great to look at Cole, but I must say that (being a dog lover) I find your profile photo quite "gorgeous" and would be honoured to take you for a walk.

    Seriously guys, this is a fun thread .. let's me get to know a bit about other writers' experiences/feelings about writing.

    I look forward to reading several of your stories and novels and poetry.

  3. Great Graeme!

    Have you been asked to read the story aloud yourself and to talk about it,

    or will the teacher assign the story to the class members? Either way, it

    would be very interesting to hear the students' reactions/feedback. I just had a

    similar experience earlier tonight: several of my Spanish-language poems

    were read and analyzed at my Spanish conversational class. Interesting

    comments and varying degrees of understanding/interpretation ....

    Such feedback is every bit as exciting as official book reviews in my

    opinion.

  4. what is the most interesting/complimentary/satisfying comment you have received regarding your writing from an admirer?

    - that the admirer likes your style, use of technique and characters, message etc.?

    - that the book/story was entertaining?

    - that he/she wishes he had written it himself/herself?

    - that he/she wants to get to know you better?

    - that your style reminds him/her of another 'famous author'

    - that he/she has become inspired to start to write him/herself?

    - that he/she wants to meet you (and possibly date or have sex with you)?

    I have received all of the above reactions, but enjoy most number 6:

    that he/she has become inspired to start to write him/herself.

    How about you guys?

  5. he he funtails ... hardly............

    but good, engaging writing sometimes does, as does anything

    that titillates the sensations to creative ideas and production.

    my point is that 'pornography' has gotten a 'bad rap' as the

    bane of modern civilization, but that sex/nudity and profanity are

    now to been seen and enjoyed in all facits of everyday life (art, television,

    newspapers, magazines, books, films, rap songs etc. ad nauseum) ..

    the sex act is now "normalized" and unfortunately so is violence,

    social injustice, corruption, killing, torture, marginalization of persons

    who do not fit into accepted societal norms.

    people who care about others are once again often referred to as

    'commies' etc. we are becoming a world who believes everything

    we read in the news (which is surprisingly similar on all world

    broadcasts except in the so-called "axis of evil", isn't it?!!) and who

    are deadened by fascination with superstars/celebrities and the possibility

    of instant fame, and collective and individual self-centeredness.

    The large corporations who steer the world (and who also steer

    Bush and other world leaders) produce true pornography --

    here defined as written, graphic, or other forms of communication

    designed to excite lascivious feelings (Webster). Lascivious:

    of or characterized by lust, lewd, lecherous (Webster). The new

    lasciviousness in my opinion is not sex (Bill and Monica ruined

    that fantasy for most of us), but that which truly turns us on today:

    greed, materialism, the "he who owns the most when he dies, wins" attitude,

    non-compassion for those who are less fortunate (both near and far),

    rampant and indiscriminate consumerism, abuse of those who are different

    and the poor etc. Not to mention glorification of 'superstars' and getting

    hooked on all products they 'create' (with the help of ghost writers and

    designers) in order to keep their names in the forefront of

    everyone's minds (and credit card bills). Pornography is now also the brainwashing

    activities and subcultures of various forms of mafia, drug cartels, established religions

    and money-grubbing (and sex abusing) spiritual cults, the media, cyber monopolies etc. and

    all who attempt to gain control of our minds, hearts and behavior by sucking the

    'soulness' out of being human, and instilling in us a constant

    code of control and comformity. The new 'sexy-ness' is increasingly mental,

    and often quite concerned with personal image, money, power and influence.

    ... I do not worry about words like 'fuck', 'dick', 'prick', 'pussy', 'cunt', 'clit',

    'asshole', 'fuck hole' etc. however i do worry very much about many of the

    forms of lasciviousness referred to the the previous paragraph.

  6. Very good observations Des and Cole!

    In my opinion, the real "pornography" today is glorification of violence,

    abuse, warfare and political corruption for economic gain and power/control.

    The worse kind of pornography for me (is then) apathy or quiet acceptance

    of these transgressions. I have seen too many people lose their lives and/or

    sanity because they felt too alone against their oppressors, or because they

    did not live up to the 'systems' rules for being a "member of society". I write/paint

    (and provoke myself and others through my literary and visual art) in order to

    constantly ask the question: 'is this really the kind of reality/consciousness

    we wish to create/have?' It all really does start in the mind; and that is where

    the changes need to occur. Sometimes this means putting the question 'in the

    faces' of our audiences in order to awaken the mental/emotional processes,

    which often have been deadened by the constant onslaught of anti-human values

    and non-acceptance of those who are different. Of course, this is nothing new.

    The list of famous writers who have employed this technique throughout history

    is long, and so-called 'provocation' and the 'anti-art' movement has been popular

    for decades both in literary and visual/performing arts circles.

    And I agree: experimentation with style in writing keeps us 'young' and

    'throbbing' (mentally, at least).

  7. Hi guys!

    Having recently had my AD "debut" with a rather explicit novella ("Entre Nous"), I feel that it is (perhaps) appropriate that I make a comment about both the question at hand and my motivation for writing the story.

    Firstly, certain parts of the story do arouse me mentally-sexually when I re-read them. This because many parts are based upon actual experiences or long-time fantasies that I have stored on my "mental-sexual hard disk" for many years. This does not necessarily mean that they still function as "jerk off material" for me. However, the sensational and emotional aspects I identify with in the various characters and their predicaments do awaken both memories (albeit fictionalized in the story) and new perspectives based on seeing things from the characters' perspectives (which is something I could not do before actually writing the piece).

    Secondly, this was not my first time to write about sexual arousal -- but it was the first time to write so explicitly .. and it was planned. The plan (whether the final result is perceived as "successful" or not by readers) was to explore and experiment with the boundaries between pornography and literature .. writing explicitly while still maintaining a psychological/human interplay between characters and an almost "Harlequin romance novel" writing style. I chose to further challenge myself by making the story multi- and intercultural, and multilingual -- this to accentuate the universality of one expression of big city, urban gay lifestyle -- in a state of transition.

    Lastly, I wished to attempt to challenge my own and the readers' perceptions/judgments of various gay identities and relationships, and overall questions of deciphering confluent aspects of self-identity vs. how "the world" expects us to be -- both as society members in general, but also as gays that are possibly most accepted by greater society with the provision that we fit into the structures and limitations of others.

    This is the first .. and possibly the last time .. I have/will attempt(ed) something of this sort. It is very much "formula-writing" for me personally, but it was fun to do it just once. And yes, I did get a "tickle" out of reaching into my own experiences and fantasies and revealing them for others' possible pleasure and introspection .. but that is what all of my writing is about, regardless of whether I write about philosophy, human condition and psychological questions or spirituality (all my primary literary themes).

    I personally feel that it is quite "okay" to get excited (or provoked) by one's own writing and by the writing of another author. That indicates that a "connection" has been established, and that (hopefully) the reader is encouraged to "co-create" art/literature with or as a result of the art/literature presented, or eventually to personally challenge one's own changing perceptions. The life process is a continuum.

  8. INSIDE LOOKING OUT - alternative voices.

    Let?s get something straight ...

    Let?s get something straight ...

    I am not ?gay?, and this is a

    One-time thing .. so don?t

    Go expecting anything more;

    Don?t say ?hello? to me on

    The street, at the mall or at the gym;

    And for God?s sake don?t you ever

    Tell anyone about this ..

    (if you know what is best for you.)

    Agreed? Good! Now ?manhandle? me bitch ....

    Yeah!!! .. now THAT?s what I?m talking about ...........

    Still horny.

    It feels great to be ?in love with love? ..

    Floating .... with butterflies tickling my insides.

    Fuck yeah; it feels good .. real good.

    Keep looking at me .. just like that ....

    But what is that hard-metal music

    Thumping and overtaking my body rhythms ..

    And causing me to jerk uncontrollably?

    Keep touching me .. just like that ....

    And why am I sweating from my armpits,

    Forehead and testicles ? involuntarily emitting

    The unmistakable scent of natural musk?

    Tell me: why am I still so damned horny?!!

    That's fucking awesome dude!

    Keep doing that .. whatever it is ............

    Punk.

    I want a real lover ..

    And I want him now.

    Like Arthur Rimbaud .. or Jean Genet.

    Not like those pseudo-punks

    Who have figured in my youth:

    The uncle who convinced me that

    I was a ?fruit? and was ?special?

    Before I even knew what sex was;

    And the asshole who raped me

    In his mother?s house ? forcing me

    To hold my tongue lest she awaken and

    Call the cops .. and really get me into trouble.

    Or even the tiresome ?S&M queen? who had

    An endless supply of sex toys and rubbers,

    But who became angry when I laughed when

    He couldn?t ?get it up? .. naturally.

    I want a real lover .. a ?real punk?;

    Who can fuck me and suck me,

    And take what I got ? like a ?man?.

    I want a real ?punk? .. who is exactly what

    He says he is; and who couldn?t give a fuck

    Who else knows that he loves another man.

    I want a real lover ..

    Like Arthur Rimbaud .. or Jean Genet.

    And I want him now.

    Survivor.

    Yeah, he?s a survivor ...

    His alcoholic mother has breast cancer;

    And his ?dad? left long before

    He was born.

    Living in a trailer park

    Has its perks: no one really

    Cares if you stay out all night ..

    Or for days on end, for that matter.

    Yeah, he?s a survivor ...

    His sister is an ex-whore;

    Struggling to stay ?clean?

    So she can keep her job

    As a cashier at Wal-Mart.

    Her loser live-in boyfriend is

    A ?good-for-nothing? ..

    A fucking bum who

    Won?t even bother to recycle

    Bottles discarded in garbage

    Receptacles or containers.

    Yeah, he?s a survivor ...

    He gets beaten every other day

    At school; and slapped once-a-week

    At home. He?s used to it: doesn?t care

    Any more really, but he has recently

    Begun carrying a switchblade to see if it

    Can be a deterrent .. like going to war in Iraq.

    He dreams of getting a handgun, and is hoping

    That someone famous will one day pimp his ride.

    Yeah, he?s a survivor ...

    He takes his HIV-meds when he remembers.

    Life is a sweet mixture: sometimes ?heaven?,

    and oftentimes ?hell? .. depending on the ?high?,

    the sex .. or the lack of either (or both).

    A neighbour-punk called him ?faggot? once ..

    He just smiled ............. causing the asshole

    To split in haste and fear. Who cares?!!

    It?s all temporary anyway; what with

    Global warming, nuclear threats, serial killers

    And terrorism .. and those fucking ?super malls?.

    His favourite posters in his room are pictures

    Of victims: from the second world war, from

    Natural catastrophes, from terrorist attacks ..

    Anyone who reminds him that he is one of

    The lucky ones.

    Doesn?t matter. For the moment anyway.

    At least that?s what he thinks when his

    Mom blasts the old disco hit ?I will survive!? ..

    The one time in a blue moon when he

    Sets himself down to do his homework.

    Yeah, he?s a survivor ...

    Busted by a banality.

    I was just about to successfully pull off a ?premature evacuation?

    when the goddamned computer announced ?You got mail!?;

    thus waking my sleeping partner.

    After lying and saying I was just going to get a glass of water,

    he turned over and returned to his snoring. I sat up awake ..

    wondering what his important e-mail message was.

    It was spam, and read: ?We can get you a bigger penis!?

    I crawled back into bed, quietly singing to myself about the

    fifty ways.....

    Instant recall.

    ?Real? briefly becomes surreal,

    Through transference;

    Flashbacks of earlier moments ?

    Long since filed away on

    My mental hard-drive:

    From the first teenage ejaculation to

    Secret college dorm circle jerks, and

    More-recent ?delurked? web chats.

    Our momentary glimpse in passing

    Awakens all those lost memories

    And more.......... yeah ..

    Relentless fever; overtaking us

    Both ? albeit individually, and

    Intentionally confined to our own

    Private memories and fantasies ?

    We meet .. just for a few seconds ..

    And briefly exchange a

    Kaleidoscope of potential

    Experiences ? fuelled by

    Instant recall.

    The remembered scent

    of my own fresh semen

    On my genitalia, chest and chin

    Inundates the moment;

    And my last thought as our eyes

    Finally avert one another is:

    ?Scoop it up!?

    Fag hag.

    Whoa dude!!! That?s no fag hag!

    Jump back .. and kiss yo?self ...

    No, she ain?t my lover;

    But she definitely be my ?girl? ..

    My ?confidante?.. my escort ..

    My confessor .. my social bodyguard ..

    And yeah, sometimes even my ?pimp? ...

    Don?t be fooled: you will not get to me

    Without undergoing her scrutiny..............

    But I do love a guy who is persistent ...

    That is, if we are at all interested.

    Heritage ... right!

    Heritage .... right!

    So what has your generation

    Really passed on to me?!!

    A set of identities that often don?t fit;

    A world riddled with standardization,

    Wars,

    Lies,

    Plastic reality-show idols,

    Virus,

    Global warming,

    Uncertainty,

    And all too easy access to drugs ...

    (that sweet salvation that ultimately enslaves).

    Sure, I respect what you worked for:

    A sense of potential, and the

    Personal freedom to express my

    ?Right to be me?.

    But what the fuck does it matter when

    Individual isolation in an

    Out-of-control jungle presses me

    Further inward than you ever were?

    I won?t give up today?s cyber-existence;

    But sometimes I really do envy your

    ?Good old days?............

    Heritage .... right!

    Identity.

    Don?t be afraid ..

    And don?t be a bioche,

    Or a jackass of all trades.

    Can?t you see that I don?t really

    Want to have sex with you ...?

    I want to be loved, and looked up to;

    And I sometimes want to be you.

    Am I searching for identity in

    All the ?wrong places?? Perhaps,

    But the part I dislike the most is that

    I will do almost anything to get it.

    Identity.

    Gay-ku.

    ?Fag?, ?queer?, ?homo?, ?gay?:

    All just labels .. whatever ....

    How about some sex?!!

    Sex me up!

    Sex me up ? real good!

    I?m following every word

    In our web chat .. looking

    For every possible perambulation;

    All double-meanings and

    Cleverly-veiled suggestive remarks.

    But don?t get too direct with me, and

    I don?t want to know your problems;

    You must never interfere with

    My attraction to the fisted fantasy

    That gives me ultimate satisfaction:

    The ?other world? you think that we create

    Together, but which I (myself)

    Both covet and selfishly desire to own

    Entirely and solely.

    You know the rules .. you know the game;

    Now sex me up ? real good!

    Copyright "A" (another gay writer), 2007

  9. Hi guys (and gals?)!!!

    This is a very interesting topic .. which person to write in. I would qualify my comments by prefacing that I have never written a novel, novella or short story entirely in the second person. I have written some successful poetry in the 'second person', but only successful because I managed to create a psychological interplay/dialogue between the minds and behaviours of the character speaking and the object of commentary. However, I could certainly envision the possibility of writing a longer piece of work in the 'second person'. The second person actually is (for me) a distant cousin of the 'first person' in the sense that the first person context enables one (or at least me) to commute between the "real" and the "surreal". I should think that the subjective qualities that can be achieved through second person-writing are somewhat similar; as long as one does not confine oneself to a mere tirade (that is, without reflecting one's own reactions/thoughts/behaviour in a collective perspective). This could -- hopefully -- lend itself to an interesting "stream of consciousness" technique, where the leading voice blends into the subconsciousness of the other voices (or objects of commentary). After all, we are both individuals and parts of different collective groups in society, as well as a collective consciousness. Just some thoughts from:

    "A" (another gay writer).

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