any day now, or perhaps more accurately, any week, the first of what I am calling my "little books" will be out in a magazine called New Genre (volume #6) -- maybe it is more like a periodic anthology -- and then in an approximate autumn the second one will appear within Birkensnake (#2) -- I have a feeling the things will be too long (10,000 words-ish) and many people won't want to read them -- I have a feeling people prefer the littler things (the flash fictions etc) -- I can't say I blame them -- what a glut we are in -- we certainly seem to have our full of it.
I thought of things that people like to be long, these are: penis, legs, lunchbreaks.
I thought of an infinite penis and how impossible it seems, because people expect a penis to have an end, so that it can be a penis, it requires its tip, at the very least. (I thought of how the penis needs to intrude somewhere, it's an enterer, where (into what) could an infinite penis go?)
I thought how nice it would be to have a trunk like the trunk of an elephant, maybe to scale to fit my human stature. Not for sexual purposes, just to have a useful lengthy limb.
I thought that maybe mutated people may have trunks, or the early signs of trunks, but maybe no-one wants to make babies with mutants, and the human race is therefore being limited to its un-trunk un-tentacled norm. We should have flippers too, and elegant probosci like butterflies or bees (but not like flies).
I thought that sexual attraction and therefore the making of babies is a preserving of normalcy, and anti-mutant. And old people: we think most old people are a bit boring, conservative -- naturally they are, because they have surivived so long thanks to a highly developed normal nature. All the others died before they could be old. They "rocked the boat". They probably had mutant tendencies. Maybe one or two had infinite penises.
I think it's a shame what survival (continuing) is dependant on. Or, the other way round.
infinite penis / mutations / survival
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
This idea of an infinite penis brought to mind Urotsukidoji.
ReplyDeleteThere has been a history of British Science Fiction on BBC4 here, that you may have enjoyed. I missed the one about Dystopias, perhaps they will repeat. But last night I saw the one entitled: The End of the World as We Know It. "A look at the genre of destruction, where the writers abandon time travel and alien invasion and declare the end of the world as we know it."
When I was very young (pre-pubescent, but not by much) I dreamt I had a penis that stretched up through a hole in the ceiling, and perhaps infinitely beyond. Nubile lovelies would wrap themselves around it and treat it as they would a pole-dancers pole, but nothing more could happen because of my penis's unfortunate infinite nature.
ReplyDeletePerhaps the lovelies too were infinitely lovely, and I was required to reduce my expectations over time so that unattainable infinite sex could be replaced by attainable limited sex (bless my soul, how limited it is).