STOP! Those words don’t go with those shoes. A defense of artisans of the word media

 

Do you think anyone ever looked at a painting by Pablo Picasso and said: “I can’t believe he used pink that way. I mean, the nerve. How dare he use it like that? It’s not even a real pink.”

            

Mmm probably not, while like any artist I doubt he was repose from critics, as I recall many had outwardly spoken against him, that he should be ashamed of himself for stepping into and marring the beauty that is art with the peddling of such displays that even a toddler could do better at drawing with crayons.

   

 

While I may not be a guru on the timeline of his art works or at what point he went out of his way to prove them wrong, I’m not sure. But he did eventual shut them up and went on to be famous for the abstraction he is best at. Perhaps you missed it, for all the above images are works of no one but Pablo Picasso. Including the one that looks like a Claude Monet painted of a dude playing golf or the sketch of matador Luis Miguel Dominguin to show he really did know how to draw.

Of course, now, they are revered like most all his paintings but they weren’t the ones that made him stand out.

 

The point of this is while he and all other artists are subject to criticism, I can’t recall a time when anyone was ever criticized for their media. Painters are allowed to use every color of the universal vast spectrum… sculptors are free to use metal, plaster, wood, ice, watermelons and even garbage… pretty much whatever they can get their hands on.

 

 

 

So why is it, a Writer isn’t allowed to use words so freely?

It is most flummoxing to me. That according to these critics I’m not allowed to do this.

I mean seriously, words are our media. And I am not talking about being allowed to get away with grammar misspellings or type-o’s… but certainly if the 15 year teenage punk is allowed to make up a new word that everyone uses to such a degree that TWERKING just got indicted into the hall of fame of Webster listings, while Lascivious is still sitting out in the cold despite support from literary support and acceptance.

Words get changed, altered and made up every day, the language of using them evolves with ever generation. If it didn’t we’d still be reading: Thou’st make thine lips come true with rouge from such succulent kiss upon mine.

 

So if language is fate to always change, flux, be convoluted into such bastardization of meaning and vision until it become mainstream only to be altered again, then WHY CANT AN AUTHOR whose media is the word itself be the frontier of such exquisite explorations?

 One would think a story teller would be far craftier at creating new words that some kid who hasn’t even finished school yet. Not only are authors often ridiculed to the nines about using slang or EEEK… god forbidden, a  FOREIGN  WORD…. But we’re not even allowed to stretch the boundaries of an already existent word’s meaning.  One of our fortes’ for me and Talon.

Take THECA for example. We’re probably the only 2 people on the planet to use it in erotic lit. That’s a difficult crown to capture, but we have, so back off bee’tchess. But Theca is such an awesome word. It was a treasure to find. But wow do we get shit for it. “That doesn’t even fit there!”

Well, yeah, actually it DOES>

THECA – the vulva, area of seeding in a plant or to describe the womb if the female anatomy

Synonym – THECA – n. (urban dictionary included) – Pussy, Cunt, Twat, Vulva, Vagina, Hoohoo, Mound, Entrance, Lady Bits, Nethers, Pudendum, Silk Walls, Heaven Box,  Down There, Pink Parts, Garden of Eden,

 

I could go on, but they just head down the hill toward ridiculousness or to the side which succumbs to the pit of vulgarism.

For a writer of erotica, the above choices leave the palate a bit dry. Yet when faced with a novel size story with considerable explicitness, one must delve down deep into the bargain bend for alternative words to break up the mainstream of verbiage. Even if it means using some orally gift retrofitting. We love the word Theca

 

 

 

 

“Th…eh…cah…”

It rolls off the tongue in a warm whisper to kiss the back of your neck. It’s soft and polite and can be used most anytime of the scene where as Cunt is usually reserved for the raw fuck me moments and angry sex. Pussy is usually the one over used… O.o… but for us we tend to savor it for when super wet is acceptable… Lady Bits can be amusing and polite in mixed company. Vagina we’ll leave to the gynecologists. Down There is for those who play naively naughty but don’t want to get caught with their fingers in the cookie jar.

When reading one of our books, pack a lunch, we’re not shy one bit and we plan to have you on the edge of euphoria for a page or two. Edging is a favorite sport of ours.

Nethers and Pudendum seem fitting when it’s DEEP. But Theca is our favorite of them all. It whispers against your lips like naughty poetry that will make you blush in more than one place in a most provocatively delicious way.

Theca won its place in our work because Hoohoo….???

 

                       

 

we rest our case.

 

 

V for Vendetta

written by Andy Wachowski & Larry Wachowski, from characters created by Alan Moore & David Lloyd

V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. (he carves a “V” into a sign) The only verdict is vengence; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. (giggles) Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

Evey: Are you like a crazy person?

V: I’m quite sure they will say so.