For as long as I can remember (and considering that I grew up when gas was but 75 cents a gallon), my mind has been refreshingly unclean.
Uncluttered by wholesome thoughts, unfettered by good taste and almost devoid of any kind of sensible rhythm, I have grown up to be something of an anomaly.
Even though I may have those particular frat boy qualities, I also have a set of values that seem to run counter to about 25% of the blog posts and 99% of the stories I've written and shared with everyone.
For instance, I have no qualms in writing or talking about the female form in the most basic of terms and sometimes in the crassest way possible. Clothed, semi-clothed, buck naked, sex object, whatever you can think of, I probably wrote it.
But if I took those exact same elements and applied them to the here and now, the result is something that is completely unexpected.
Let me give you a few examples to show you what I mean.
1} In a few stories I wrote about women performing in the nude and semi-nude. Whereas I have no problem watching on the boob tube (pun intended) women perform in the semi-nude (like stripping or nude dancing), I have yet to set foot in a strip bar. Other than it not being my bag, I actually don't have anything against it. I understand the nature of the business and what not, but it's just something I don't prefer to do.
2} I often write about the size of a woman and the type of clothing (or lack of) that they wear, often in semi-excruciating detail, but in actuality, I often look at women like that with either a critical eye or a hard stare. Double standard at times, but I am really trying to work at being neutral about stuff like that.
3} In my latest story, I write about one of my characters going commando (both upper and lower) and yet, I made a comment on someone's blog post about a "wardrobe malfunction" that was rather off base and somewhat irreconcilable to what I write.
4} I frequently write into my stories same-sex romances/affairs/encounters (female) and yet....well, I don't know if I have anything in my set of values that runs counter to that issue, but I thought I would throw it out there anyways.
5} And the all time irreconcilable moment that I will forever judge all future melding of values and writings: Breastfeeding.
I think its safe to say that I will always have problems with breastfeeding (real or otherwise) but since I do consider it a fact of life, I tried to write about it as unbiased as I possibly could, and I think I managed to accomplish just that. Please judge for yourself by reading this excerpt.
Overall, I have made a concentrated effort not to turn my stories into one big non-stop orgy punctuated by a fluffy plot (aka porn), but instead to use a particular scene of sex (of any type) to advance the plot.
For the most part, I will always have an unclean mind and will always have problems reconciling my personal beliefs and hangups to what I actually write.
Was there a point to this post? Not really. I just needed to fill up a blank space on the screen and talking about my set of values and why I seem to suspend them when it comes to writing seemed to be a good topic as any to write about.