Saxon: Blog

Thanks moderators, success at last getting chapter 5 posted with the lines where I want them. So far so good in my ruling of the world in the name of my personal male gratification, but I'll be sure to pass measures for the good of all men in due course. It's not that I don't care about women too - it's just that they tend to need a little teaching to be more liberal in their ways : - )

Some people need to learn to respond to feedback, especially when it's constructive and positive! If not, then they damned well deserve to get low scores. Pet hate #9 in this world: authors who no not acknowledge feedback.

If this new law was brought in today (the setting is an average early 21st century western culture, but under a new world dictator, and the law is fully enforcible) how would you respond? Particularly seeking women's (or 'girls') responses to this, for authenticity to put into the story.
ALL FEMALES (16yo and over) MUST GIVE THEMSELVES SEXUALLY FOR AT LEAST 24 HOURS IN EVERY MONTH TO ANY RANDOM GUY WHO ASKS FOR IT.
This means one 24 hour period per female, only one guy per month, and the guy has probably selected her from a database or maybe approached her right there on the street. I have to fine-tune the details of the premise, but the fact is, as a woman, you are legally bound to give yourself to some random guy once a month in order to 'make the world a better place' (for men at any rate) as the new world dictator puts it. There would also be laws in place to make sure you are not violently treated during the encounter, but you'd have to do such things as be fucked up the arse if the guy wishes it, and have unprotected sex (but he'll be medically screened and you are allowed to be on contraceptives).
Your honest reaction to this as a woman (or a man) please - no offence to be taken (it's only fiction!). Give a few well-chosen expletives, or a intelligent rationale, or envisage your state of mind in this scenario - the choice is yours. Thanks.

After months of painful blockage (no, my guts are fine) I finally uploaded a new story. It's only 1600 words long - 'Educational Support Worker' - and I continue my hobby of reading the news and putting my projection on sexual ethics in an entertaining (I hope) way. I indicate my inspiration for the story in the end notes, which might provoke a bit of discussion.
Oh, and 5 days of voting has been enough to tell me what I knew already: most readers have about as much cerebral capacity of a wanking monkey, so... regarding voting, I've decided 'fuck you' and switched it off. This means if anybody hates or doesn't understand the content, or thinks it's poorly written, then maybe they'll feel strongly enough to explain coherently why in feedback (particularly those who felt 'strongly' enough to give it less than a 6).

An excellent piece of feedback which puts things better than my story did!:

Finally someone has taken on the "caretakers of
the world's official attitudes" to show them up
for the hypocrites that they are.
It has become apparent that love is not love until
some guardian of morality says that it is. Every
tender feeling from affection to lust must be
carefully scrutinized as to its suitability. The
narrator of the story objects to that in her way.
She recalls her own "molestation" as a sort of
initiation into the realm of sexual desire, though
one that is forced. Yes, the perpetrator took
advantage of his position to digitally assault the
girl. There is no suggestion in the story that
this is at all right. The girl was affronted, violated, which was wrong. she knew it then and knows it now. The point she wishes to make, however, is that despite the truth of it, she is not a victim.
Instead of taking the easy road of pointing an
accusing finger at the now aged perpetrator, with
which all of society is bound to concur, she takes
not only a more charitable view but one that is
infinitely more mature and protective of herself.
She is not a helpless victim of anyone's advances.
She did not like what the man did but she dealt
with it in a mature way. Far from being
emotionally and psychologically scarred, she
learned from the incident that her body is her
own. In anyone's estimation, that's a valuable
lesson.
She also learned that there is an incongruity
between the need to see herself empowered to
recover from her assault with her self esteem and
pride intact and the societal view that's she been
irrevocably "wronged" and will always be dependent
upon some paternal figure for her own self worth.
Our narrator is also pleading for recognition of
the need for some sense of proportion in regard to
these cases. No one, it should be pointed out,
died as a result of anything the perpetrator did.
The same cannot be said, she tells us, about the
"leaders" of government and industry that, for
example, send young people to fight other young
people over something so flimsy and unworthy as
national honor and something infinitely more
concerning: the preservation of business,
military, and social dominance. The same cannot be
said for corporate heads whose business practices
regularly result in the deaths of children in the
third world.
The willingness of the media to parade old men in
front of the rest of us and to brand them as
"others" apparently doesn't extend to those whose
worship of profit takes preference over clear
human need. Our narrator is rightly concerned
about whether or not the little boy and little
girl in that village in Ethiopia will be alive
when she returns. Three hundred African and Asian
children die every day for want of clean water
when it is well within our capability to provide
it.
She is right to want some justice to be done in
the world. And it has nothing whatsoever to do
with pursuing the perpetrators of perceived child
molestation in the UK or the US.
I thought the story was a reasoned and urgent plea
for sanity that was well written and powerful.