puppet smut redux
I don't usually re-read books or see movies or plays a second time, but last night I went to see the remount (tee-hee) of Avenue Q. It was great, again. so I decided to also revisit my blog about seeing Avenue Q. Here it is: (easiest blog, evah!!!)
The New Pornography?
As always I’m trying to find more ways to make money from my writing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to be a published novelist, but I’ve found that regardless of the amount of dough I rake in, there always seems to be more money going out.
Well recently I’ve found a niche market. Puppet Porn. Turns out there is an audience for the depraved antics of little cloth creatures with people’s hands stuck up their butts. Who knew? (well maybe the hands up their butts might’ve been my first clue, but I missed it.)
Let me start at the beginning. I went to see a fun musical called Avenue Q at the Arts Club Theatre on Granville Island. (held over for another week) This show is an adult version of Sesame Street complete with learning moments—Everybody is a Little Bit Racist, The Internet is for Porn—and more importantly, puppets having sex. And holy cow, they were going at it!
You might think, given their limited parts, the aforementioned hands, and perhaps even their previous lack of propensity for sex, that puppet sex would be tame, if not non-existent. (although that would beg the question as to where new puppets come from…) Apparently these puppets—a monster puppet and a recent university graduate puppet—can go at it for quite a while in a variety of positions without straining themselves or even needing protection. What a bonus for a smut writer!
(hey, wait a second— interspecies breeding? Does that mean I can shift my puppet smut into the werewolf and shifter genre lit as well? Can you have vampire puppets given that they don’t have blood? Now I’m getting confused.)
Anyway, the point is, the audience watching the fuzzy sexual antics (to the song of You Can Make As Much Noise As You Want To, When You’re Making Love) really seemed to enjoy the voyeuristic spectacle. As did the puppets—so don’t go sending me no, Against Puppet Exploitation Petitions to sign. And I realized that there is really not a lot of other puppet lewdity out there for general consumption.
Now all I need to do is figure out a great plot to throw all this puppet fornication into, and I’ll be laughing all the way to the bank. So keep your eyes peeled here for new updates as to when my new writing endeavours will be available. And if you see me with my hand up… well, you’ll know why.
The New Pornography?
As always I’m trying to find more ways to make money from my writing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to be a published novelist, but I’ve found that regardless of the amount of dough I rake in, there always seems to be more money going out.
Well recently I’ve found a niche market. Puppet Porn. Turns out there is an audience for the depraved antics of little cloth creatures with people’s hands stuck up their butts. Who knew? (well maybe the hands up their butts might’ve been my first clue, but I missed it.)
Let me start at the beginning. I went to see a fun musical called Avenue Q at the Arts Club Theatre on Granville Island. (held over for another week) This show is an adult version of Sesame Street complete with learning moments—Everybody is a Little Bit Racist, The Internet is for Porn—and more importantly, puppets having sex. And holy cow, they were going at it!
You might think, given their limited parts, the aforementioned hands, and perhaps even their previous lack of propensity for sex, that puppet sex would be tame, if not non-existent. (although that would beg the question as to where new puppets come from…) Apparently these puppets—a monster puppet and a recent university graduate puppet—can go at it for quite a while in a variety of positions without straining themselves or even needing protection. What a bonus for a smut writer!
(hey, wait a second— interspecies breeding? Does that mean I can shift my puppet smut into the werewolf and shifter genre lit as well? Can you have vampire puppets given that they don’t have blood? Now I’m getting confused.)
Anyway, the point is, the audience watching the fuzzy sexual antics (to the song of You Can Make As Much Noise As You Want To, When You’re Making Love) really seemed to enjoy the voyeuristic spectacle. As did the puppets—so don’t go sending me no, Against Puppet Exploitation Petitions to sign. And I realized that there is really not a lot of other puppet lewdity out there for general consumption.
Now all I need to do is figure out a great plot to throw all this puppet fornication into, and I’ll be laughing all the way to the bank. So keep your eyes peeled here for new updates as to when my new writing endeavours will be available. And if you see me with my hand up… well, you’ll know why.
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