I'm thinking, yeah! There are a couple good reasons why either one of them would be up there, and that could be hot.

Exactly. Nibbling her ear on the floor with chairs stacked in one corner and plaster dust everywhere, and rolling around and getting caught in a tarp, as if it was a blanket, with the Manhattan skyline out there. HOT.

Also? My plan on Thursday (or Friday, depending on how wiped I am Thursday) is to download the new book (yours) to the laptop, and curl up and gorge myself on JP and Bree. So expect a shitload of feedback all in one fell swoop soonish.

You'll find Bree a bit in the background in this one - it's scarily JP. In this one, the musician is completely to the fore - everything and everyone takes a back seat when he's in that headspace. I remember alternately resenting it and loving it, back in the day, but it's flooring me how right it feels to write him that way.

Star bubbles. Angel's breath. My mantra for this one. It's insanely intimate.

Ima guess 842 words is a bit over the top though; especially since this is a frothy one.

Gar, no idea what Teppy's take on it is, but at that length, I'd probably be inclined toward blogging it in my journal, providing a link, and adding a note upfront that this is not a drabble, it's short fiction, don't read if that's an issue, thank you, etc.

Right. Guess it's time to sign up for livejournal.

It's a good thing to have, Gar - even if you never use it for anything beyond short pieces of fiction or journalism, it's a useful tool.

Ok - on subject, but a short story not a drabble>

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The thing is public. Comment is open. You can judge this persons character by the content of his ..... well if you read it you can see soon enough.

The thread isn't just for drabbles, is it? I love the challenge, and stick to 100 words like my krav depended on it. But any sort of fiction can be posted here for people to read and comment on, on challenge topics or of challenge length. Or neither.

Right?

ita, yep, that's the way I take it, as well.

But for longer pieces - much longer, something that's well beyond the drabble and even past flash fiction, all the way into basic short fiction - I'd probably link it, rather than post it.

For one thing, the b.org interface doesn't allow for long posts, so I find posting up in chunks is problematic. You risk losing the fkow if the layout is inherently choppy.

The b.org interface will do its own splitting, so you can fill the posting box with as much as you like. But I can see you might not want to post it--just wanted to restate that it's allowed just fine.

And see, for the drabble form, my challenge is always getting to 100 words.

I know the conversational moment has passed, but I want to go back and elucidate what I meant about unapologizingness being more of a problem for me in relationships with women, and see if other people have had the same or contrary experiences. I am even going to link it to writing, because I tend to write in a male POV more easily than in a female POV (for some things, not all), and I think this relates to that.

I certainly noticed the environmental pressure for girls to be cute/pretty and not smart (and especially not smart-ass), but since that wasn't expected of me at home (quite the opposite) and since it just wasn't who I was, I never went that route.

I think men sort themselves socially along the Y axis, while women sort themselves socially along the X axis, to shorthand it. When I'm with a group of women (in general, not all women) I feel a great pressure to reinforce the similarities. In school it was dressing the same, liking the same music, thinking the same boys were cute. Being too far outside allowed parameters was a problem. Girls avoided being friends with me, starting in about 5th grade, because I was the smartest kid in the class.

Boys, on the other hand, seemed to be more comfortable that they could slot me into a ranking and didn't have to worry about what I wasn't advertising. And I never had a problem dating because I was smart (I had a problem dating in my hometown because I was weird, but that was different...and I still got some anyway), in part because I never tried to date guys less intelligent than me.

OK, there was that one time, but it only lasted 2 weeks.

College was different - I had a big group of female friends, and we were all smart, so I wasn't out of bounds. And for the most part we were feverishly establishing ourselves as individuals, so dressing different, having a different major, was not a problem.

The work world is back to high school, though. I've spent my adult life working for extremely gender-biased organizations, and it has seemed to me that other women have been more threatened by smart women than the men have.

I've also noticed, and this is going on right now, that the Good Ol' Boys have started to learn that when you want to say you like working with a woman, you can no longer say "She's got great legs" or "She's got great tits" but you can say "She's really smart." Cause, seriously, unless my new boss looked up my IQ test in my personnel record, he's got no grounds to describe me as "really smart" my second day on the job.