Another drabble, for Cindy really, just to show there isn't always gel on this particular lens.
The Powder Room, 1971
The after-gig party is always the same. New York, LA, London, San Francisco - no difference.
There's always someone backstage offering up a mirror and some blow. LA, might be a house up in Coldwater Canyon; San Francisco, maybe the studio owner's deck in the redwoods. NYC, who the fuck knows: always a door, always the hangers-on, always the white lines.
After the show, at some point, someone will get shy about it, and head into the loo. In the morning, someone will push that door open and find them, blue and cold, pants around their ankles, their fire out.
Oh deb, how sad.
And also the submission piece about Patrick Ormand.
The mind. It goes places it oughtn't.
I only asked because it was a drabble to the challenge for the week
Duh. I feel like a stupidhead.
Sail, great drabble. Hee!
Deb, both of yours are really powerful. The first one especially.
And also the submission piece about Patrick Ormand.
The mind. It goes places it oughtn't.
Heh.
So. This scene may be terrible. I just don't know. But it's not the worst ever.
If you didn't use the words "love grotto" or "throbbing lance," you're several steps up on the competition.
Oh, no. I am pretty sure I understand what it means. I just can't understand how someone thought it up, and then that that someone was able to bear writing it down for the world to read.
Is it in a published work?
Oh yeah. Bertrice Small is famous for her sex scenes, and she used to (perhaps still does) all kinds of, uh...colorful metaphors like that. "Love grotto" and "throbbing lance" were just two of her stock phrases.
She dates back from the 80s, though, when sex scenes in romance were generally a little more metaphor-happy (and much more purple). That was the age of titles like "Love's Savage Passion" and "Desire's Wild Flower," et cetera.
I've read about lots of throbbing things (usually members and manhood). I don't know if I've ever read about a throbbing lance, though. That sort of anthropomorphizes it, since
Lance
is a name, and it's not a good thing. *shudder*
If only it would scan, I would so filk
Love Grotto
to
Love Shack.
Amy, those titles always bring to mind the scene from the Ice Pirates movie and the woman with the husky, hesitating voice, "Welcome! to...Passion's...Storm..."
I love the Ormand idea for the cop short story, Deb.
And I loved Sail's drabble. I'm thinking Lady or the tiger, but it won't come out in drabble form, so the subject's not got my name on it.
