"Do your duty in all things. You cannot do more, you should never wish to do less." -Robert E. Lee

I'm in the midst of writing something, and I've hit an impasse. This is frustrating to no end, of course, especially when you have fangirls awaiting your latest installation of porn.

I'm three pages in.

THREE.  BLEEDING.  PAGES.

In smut terms, that's quite a lot for me, but really, when you pare it down to the pure, unadulterated porn, it's only about a page and a half.  The rest is "plot" and fluff- put in to keep the kiddies happy, and everyone in character.

I want to write a man's version of "School Life In Paris."  To hell with the lesbians.  Everyone writes lesbians nowadays.  And what isn't lesbian or straight porn is invariably this "yaoi" crap that demeans bottoms to no end.  For once, I want to read a good, porny story with a bottom that isn't basically a girl with a dick.  Fuck the girly bottoms, and not in the fun way.

Ah, well. Such is the life of a porn writer.

Maybe if I get enough done tonight, I'll post it on here.  After all, this is my lit blog.