01-31-2017, 06:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-03-2017, 10:07 AM by GuyByThePond.)
Setting up the stage
"What is this place ?"
It's a small globe, a bit like Hugh Jackman's ship in "The fountain" (Darren Aronofski, 2006).
It's suspended in a violet nowhere by two HUGE Stone arches. One is leading to the back of a giant screen. The other is shrouded.
I look at the girl. Her name's Gaerlind.
I was writing, I was happy, I was at peace, under the giant baobab standing in the middle of the globe.
Willy told me I should come back, and I did.
The girl's pretty, like most of the girls that come from the screen world.
"It's my Laputa (Hayao Miyazaki, 1986). I carved it for myself, somewhere between the Mnf world and the back of my head. If you've seen "Being John Malkovich" (Spike Jonze, 1999), you could say it's the 7,5 th floor."
I take a look around. The pond's there. It's a hot spring. The stones around make for a kind of natural bath, a onsen, like in the japanese Alps.
My wiccan queen and my Venezuelan princess are relaxing in it, quietly chatting in all their naked glory.
Cindra is writing some fantasy stuff she may let me read this time. She's sitting under one of the cherry trees, on a carpet of flowers. Everybody should visit Japan in spring.
There is the wooden bridge over the pond. I like its shape. Certain nights its reflection in the water spouses the curves of the moon.
It also makes me think of the Shoei Imamura movie, "warm water under a red bridge" (2001). It's a masterpiece, a blend of eroticism, fun, and drama, like some of the best tales you can find in here.
MaryJane is on the bridge, taking pictures. Maybe she'll manage to catch the love there is in the kiss MaiLyn and Emma Peel are exchanging. Or the energy Selyann is putting in her Kiss Fu katas.
"Who are all these people ?"
"Threads. Stories I care deeply for. You see, I'm this successful guy. 40, exec in one of France's biggest company. 6 figures wage. A smart, beautiful wife. A 6 years old kid full of life. Owner of his apartment in Paris. This is a good life, the life I was expected to have. But is this the life I really wanted ? Yes... and no. I've got this craving. I love storytelling. And all these guys ? Inspiration. Everyone's a tale, and all tales are worth to be told. So I listened to them, I played with them... And with a bit of luck and glee, it made a good story"
"You know, I read your gibberish (http://www.mnfclub.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=991). Why don't you write it there ?"
"Because this was a very different chapter. I thought it was about... I don't know... Sex, probably, in the beginning...then love, after the C&O night... This game is deceiving, you know ? We're actors, we invoke powerful feelings when we play our roles. I got hooked by the neurotransmitter rush the big L situation could kick in. And it backfired. So I stopped. I started a psychotherapy. Now, I'm beginning to understand what's my longing, this dead part I need to revive. I'm not cured, because I want to come back. Because there is this romance . But I know what to do. And I do it here, in this garden, looking at my friends playing, playing with them or others, weaving all these threads in a fine, colorful tapestry. It makes sense. It heartens me... and them, hopefully."
I take another look. Frankie Lee, Boobenna and p0mmy are nowhere to be seen. I guess they made an incursion together in the MnF world, leaving a trail of lust and bodily fluids.
Sabrianna, Wismera and Chichouss, my lusty French friends, are speaking and laughing, sharing impressions of the last "party" they attended, the last guy they put under their spell.
I offer a pasteis de nata to the girl. Rick sent them to me.
"It's very good !"
"Yeah, that's what there is in here for you. Tasty things. Pleasures of the flesh. Crafted in words of a language that's not my native. It’s also a place of delusions. An elvish girl from air and water ascent like you may like that”
"You spoke of romance..."
"A worthy tale. It's about a swedish girl called Emma"
"Where is she ?"
"I dunno. She killed her avatar. But that doesn't matter. She's been IanParis' lifeline. Maybe we manage to find each other in the end"
"Don't listen to this smooth talker too much. Don’t make Gwendyyd’s mistake". It's Lorenna. I liked to call her sensei.
"He's speaking of romance, he quotes Shakespeare at times, but I know what lurks in the darker parts of his mind. It's not the most savory thing a girl could live. So, be cautious. This guy should be handled like dynamite on a short fuse".
What could I say ? What SHOULD I say ?
I don't care. I loved them. I think I still do.
Ice & fire, fire & ice. Here, it doesn't matter. It's lukewarm. It's peaceful.
Come, and (hopefully) have fun.
"What is this place ?"
It's a small globe, a bit like Hugh Jackman's ship in "The fountain" (Darren Aronofski, 2006).
It's suspended in a violet nowhere by two HUGE Stone arches. One is leading to the back of a giant screen. The other is shrouded.
I look at the girl. Her name's Gaerlind.
I was writing, I was happy, I was at peace, under the giant baobab standing in the middle of the globe.
Willy told me I should come back, and I did.
The girl's pretty, like most of the girls that come from the screen world.
"It's my Laputa (Hayao Miyazaki, 1986). I carved it for myself, somewhere between the Mnf world and the back of my head. If you've seen "Being John Malkovich" (Spike Jonze, 1999), you could say it's the 7,5 th floor."
I take a look around. The pond's there. It's a hot spring. The stones around make for a kind of natural bath, a onsen, like in the japanese Alps.
My wiccan queen and my Venezuelan princess are relaxing in it, quietly chatting in all their naked glory.
Cindra is writing some fantasy stuff she may let me read this time. She's sitting under one of the cherry trees, on a carpet of flowers. Everybody should visit Japan in spring.
There is the wooden bridge over the pond. I like its shape. Certain nights its reflection in the water spouses the curves of the moon.
It also makes me think of the Shoei Imamura movie, "warm water under a red bridge" (2001). It's a masterpiece, a blend of eroticism, fun, and drama, like some of the best tales you can find in here.
MaryJane is on the bridge, taking pictures. Maybe she'll manage to catch the love there is in the kiss MaiLyn and Emma Peel are exchanging. Or the energy Selyann is putting in her Kiss Fu katas.
"Who are all these people ?"
"Threads. Stories I care deeply for. You see, I'm this successful guy. 40, exec in one of France's biggest company. 6 figures wage. A smart, beautiful wife. A 6 years old kid full of life. Owner of his apartment in Paris. This is a good life, the life I was expected to have. But is this the life I really wanted ? Yes... and no. I've got this craving. I love storytelling. And all these guys ? Inspiration. Everyone's a tale, and all tales are worth to be told. So I listened to them, I played with them... And with a bit of luck and glee, it made a good story"
"You know, I read your gibberish (http://www.mnfclub.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=991). Why don't you write it there ?"
"Because this was a very different chapter. I thought it was about... I don't know... Sex, probably, in the beginning...then love, after the C&O night... This game is deceiving, you know ? We're actors, we invoke powerful feelings when we play our roles. I got hooked by the neurotransmitter rush the big L situation could kick in. And it backfired. So I stopped. I started a psychotherapy. Now, I'm beginning to understand what's my longing, this dead part I need to revive. I'm not cured, because I want to come back. Because there is this romance . But I know what to do. And I do it here, in this garden, looking at my friends playing, playing with them or others, weaving all these threads in a fine, colorful tapestry. It makes sense. It heartens me... and them, hopefully."
I take another look. Frankie Lee, Boobenna and p0mmy are nowhere to be seen. I guess they made an incursion together in the MnF world, leaving a trail of lust and bodily fluids.
Sabrianna, Wismera and Chichouss, my lusty French friends, are speaking and laughing, sharing impressions of the last "party" they attended, the last guy they put under their spell.
I offer a pasteis de nata to the girl. Rick sent them to me.
"It's very good !"
"Yeah, that's what there is in here for you. Tasty things. Pleasures of the flesh. Crafted in words of a language that's not my native. It’s also a place of delusions. An elvish girl from air and water ascent like you may like that”
"You spoke of romance..."
"A worthy tale. It's about a swedish girl called Emma"
"Where is she ?"
"I dunno. She killed her avatar. But that doesn't matter. She's been IanParis' lifeline. Maybe we manage to find each other in the end"
"Don't listen to this smooth talker too much. Don’t make Gwendyyd’s mistake". It's Lorenna. I liked to call her sensei.
"He's speaking of romance, he quotes Shakespeare at times, but I know what lurks in the darker parts of his mind. It's not the most savory thing a girl could live. So, be cautious. This guy should be handled like dynamite on a short fuse".
What could I say ? What SHOULD I say ?
I don't care. I loved them. I think I still do.
Ice & fire, fire & ice. Here, it doesn't matter. It's lukewarm. It's peaceful.
Come, and (hopefully) have fun.
Making a girl smile can be much more rewarding than bedding her...