“An alarm is
sounded. Throngs of armed women in tight or skimpy uniforms pour into view only
to be slaughtered in droves. Their bodies carpet the floor in various poses of
lifeless indignity. Eyes are rolled back, tongues are hanging out and the
fingers of the limp or twitching hands are curled.”
Sex and violence are indeed intrinsically linked. Both
are physical and passionate. Both are thrilling.
Why is the alarm sounded? The hero has already
entertained us by easily silencing sentries. We relished the feeble struggling
of his victims. We were delighted by the wincing, grunts and groans. We were
amused by the snapping of necks. The
foreplay was fun but it got us excited.
Why throngs of women in tight or skimpy uniforms?
Insignificant people enjoy numerical superiority. Women are sexy to everyone.
Tight or skimpy uniforms accentuate those feminine curves.
Why the slaughter? Why carpet the floor with corpses? Why
are eyes rolled back, tongues poking out and fingers curled? Imaginary violence
is already silly because it is imaginary. Such silliness is slapstick unless
taken seriously. A theme of lethality is serious by default. As for the sprawl
of bodies: excellence is celebrated and mediocrity shamed in summary.
Our fiction is like our dreams and daydreams: it is our
imagination turning thoughts and feelings into fantasies. Even the nonsense
makes sense. Think about it… always.
Brainstorming. Some of the most fun we have ever had in fiction came from goofy brainstorming! Reality is often boring. The sad thing is that reality should mirror our fantasies somehow.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Reality as it has been has been a boring drudgery.
DeleteTo all the sexy nonsense I ask "Why not?". Sex and violence is my lifeblood that inspires me to create, may our fantasies remain unabashed and uncensored forever!
ReplyDeleteBravo! Yes, a part of us is missing if we deny ourselves even the slightest possibility.
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