tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12135159.post9179235206592657569..comments2022-03-25T12:27:47.618-07:00Comments on M.Christian: Confessions of a Literary Streetwalker: Fetishesmchristianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11887406428164757014noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12135159.post-18223686875654430022008-11-10T09:59:00.000-08:002008-11-10T09:59:00.000-08:00Thanks! I'm so glad you liked it -Best,ChrisThanks! I'm so glad you liked it -<BR/><BR/>Best,<BR/><BR/>Chrismchristianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11887406428164757014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12135159.post-61640082132658919532008-11-07T23:22:00.000-08:002008-11-07T23:22:00.000-08:00This blog is a good example of knowledge..i like i...This blog is a good example of knowledge..i like it..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12135159.post-9648387865015325412008-10-05T19:33:00.000-07:002008-10-05T19:33:00.000-07:00Its a great blog..i m impressed by your writing st...Its a great blog..i m impressed by your writing style..keep the good working.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12135159.post-43211765679997271452008-07-22T08:00:00.000-07:002008-07-22T08:00:00.000-07:00You paint a good and reasonable approach and I wil...You paint a good and reasonable approach and I will remember your words as wisdom. Your last paragraph left me in a contemplative melancholy. The act of stretching yourself literarily is bound to impact the rest of your life and it has done so for me on several occasions.<BR/><BR/>I once slipped on a banana peel into writing a narrative of lovemaking from a woman’s point of view. I entered into it with the intention of writing from the man’s point of view, but the flow of the story took me into the woman’s head and before I noticed it, she had taken over. Had I noticed earlier I would have forcibly turned the narrative around because I was frightful of doing the complexities of the female experience justice. <BR/><BR/>As it happened, the devil flew in me and I finished the story owning the woman’s mind and body and what an enlightening experience that was! The fictional character took me by the hand and walked me through her experience with me stumbling behind, pointing and gawking. Mildly amused with my cluelessness, the character showed me things that men think are female secrets but in reality are truths out in the open. Truths that leave women baffled that men cannot see and understand.<BR/><BR/>Sadly, the truths that were so obvious while cradled in her mind, faded quickly like the memory of a dream once the story was finished and I was expelled into the cold, harsh world of my own reality. But the memory of the imprints of the remnants of the shadows of the experience nevertheless made me a better lover and a better man. And it gave me a newfound respect for the fictional characters running around in my head.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12135159.post-64874877052249769092008-07-21T16:29:00.000-07:002008-07-21T16:29:00.000-07:00You paint a good and reasonable approach and I wil...You paint a good and reasonable approach and I will remember your words as wisdom.<BR/><BR/>Your last paragraph left me in a contemplative melancholy. The act of stretching yourself literarily is bound to impact the rest of your life and it has done so for me on several occasions.<BR/><BR/>I once slipped on a banana peel into writing a narrative of lovemaking from a woman’s point of view. I entered into it with the intention of writing from the man’s point of view, but the flow of the story took me into the woman’s head and before I noticed it, she had taken over. Had I noticed earlier I would have forcibly turned the narrative around because I was frightful of doing the complexities of the female experience justice. <BR/><BR/>As it happened, the devil flew in me and I finished the story owning the woman’s mind and body and what an enlightening experience that was! The fictional character took me by the hand and walked me through her experience with me stumbling behind, pointing and gawking. Mildly amused with my cluelessness, the character showed me things that men think are female secrets but in reality are truths out in the open. Truths that leave women baffled that men cannot see and understand.<BR/><BR/>Sadly, the truths that were so obvious while cradled in her mind, faded quickly like the memory of a dream once the story was finished and I was expelled into the cold, harsh world of my own reality. But the memory of the imprints of the remnants of the shadows of the experience nevertheless made me a better lover and a better man. And it gave me a newfound respect for the fictional characters running around in my head.<BR/><BR/>Come to think of it: I have a serial-killer character in my head that I have so far shied away from. Maybe it’s time to say hello?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com