Here you'll find a collection of people, some with amazing abilities, trapped in some of the darkest of circumstances. Don't come here looking for a happy place -- although sometimes there's a light at the end of the long, grim tunnel.
The name should describe it all.
The Postmodern Galateas universe derives from a very old myth. Thousands of years old. It’s the story of the sculptor Pygmalion and his unnamed statue. Unhappy with the women of his time, he sculpted a statue, who was so beautiful that he fell in love with it. Deciding at some point that this wasn’t working out very well as things stood, a love-struck Pygmalion went to the alter of Aphrodite and humbly prayed for a woman like his statue. Seeing a sign from the Goddess that he interpreted as favorable, he returned home. And when he touched his statue, it came alive under his lips and hands. And they lived very happily ever after as far as we know.
We know of the story because Ovid (born March 20, 43 BC) included this myth in his seminal work Metamorphoses (changes in form) published 8 AD. While Ovid was retelling older myths that he had gathered together, it’s hard to say just how much weight he gave to this one. It is only a scant few paragraphs in his much longer work. And yet it has endured for over 2 millennia and is still going strong.
This timeless story has been told and retold again and again endlessly down through ages because it touches something special inside of us. Finding one’s perfect true love. Is there any finer thing?
Centuries later someone decided that the statue needed a name, and they settled on Galatea.
Modern incarnations of the myth include: One Touch of Venus (1948), Mannequin (1987) and the stage play actually named Pygmalion (1913) by George Benard Shaw, which would eventually become the movie My Fair Lady (1964), among many others. All of my Fembot stories are retellings of this myth.
The modern incarnation of Galatea are the love dolls, sex toys if you prefer, or fuck toys as some might say. These Dolls don’t care which term you choose for them. They know what they are. If you consider that Pygmalion and his statue were a proof of concept run, and the idea took awhile to become firmly rooted in the collective consciousness before reaching the critical mass that shapes our universe, then the time has arrived where you step into a world where your love doll just may become the best living partner that you will ever find.
Just a couple of things to remember:
1. A Doll is not a Woman. She may be alive, but she’s still a Doll. Some will consider that a good thing.
2. Even True Love doesn’t always run perfectly smoothly, as hard as it tries to.
These are the stories that the DOLLS category was created for.
Sometimes I really like a story, and afterwards I wish there was more. When the author has not been forthcoming with more, I've sometimes written my own "more." Stories here are that more, with the exception of those that have fit directly into another Universe of mine and were placed there instead. Sequels Universe just sounds so much better than FanFic.
When the Zansasi arrived on Earth, it wasn't an invasion from giant interstellar space ships. Nothing so noisy. Instead, they seemed to just walk out of thin air and quietly announce, "We're here."
Thus is the existance of the Zansasi Highway announced. This "highway" doesn't take you to other worlds, but to other universes with other realities.
For the most detailed introduction to the Zansasi and their Highway I recommend reading "Rescuing Silver: Based on the Silver Metal Lover."
First Rule: TRASHY SEXPLOITATION IS NOT STROKE! Look elsewhere for that.
Second Rule: This universe is simply for stories that unabashedly exploit sex, nudity, and sexy situations, for cheap thrills. Stories that have no other justification for being. In short, Trashy Sexploitation exists to show sex and sexual situations in stories the way B-movies exist to show nubile young women topless, naked, threatened, and in showers.
Third Rule: They should be Fun to read.
As for Guilty Pleasures, I might have just called this Guilty Pleasures alone, but Trashy Sexploitation is just such a catchy phrase.
A Guilty Pleasure is something you enjoy, but don't want to admit to anyone. Let these stories become Guilty Pleasures for you.
Initially semi-private (that just means I need to approve authors who want to place their stories here as understanding what it's all about), I plan for it to become fully Public as soon as I see how it's working out.
Overall this idea is an homage to Quentin Tarantino's Grindhouse, which itself is an homage to the trashy horror exploitation movies he grew up with. I find it easy to understand what Quentin is trying to accomplish in Grindhouse. He wishes to recreate one more time something that is either beloved, or fascinating, from childhood. Walt Disney did the same thing when he resurrected Main Street, USA circa 1910 at Disneyland in the 1950's. And I've always felt Rod Serling did the very same thing in The Twilight Zone episode: "A Stop At Willoughby".
Or to view it another way, take "Invasion of the Bee Girls" (1973) as your guide here. It's about beautiful women, who have essentially become queen bees in human form, who kill men by wearing them out sexually, while converting other women to their own true bee nature. Gene Siskel of Siskel & Ebert fame once listed this movie as one of his own Guilty Pleasures. You can't do better than that!