tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72926305078429703022012-02-15T23:55:44.090-08:00Varianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474758543556727997noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292630507842970302.post-54519629399806441722008-04-12T17:25:00.000-07:002008-04-12T17:27:31.344-07:00<span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">“…[T]he Roughies and Kinkies of the middle '60s generally represent the nadir of the sex-exploitation film, ugly in spirit and appealing to the worst instincts of humankind… Paradoxically, these grotesque films, featuring neither complete nudity nor loving sexual contact, were largely exempt from the wrath of the censors, possibly because the United States has traditionally been a country that censors sex but tolerates violence.”<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Ford: <span style="font-style: italic;">A History of X: 100 Years of Sex in Film</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292630507842970302-5451962939980644172?l=variansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474758543556727997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292630507842970302.post-24231073051837411832008-04-11T13:44:00.000-07:002008-04-12T17:30:43.399-07:00<span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">"Sex is the one area that is innately subversive to the rules and regulations of society, and pornography is the celebration of the subversive side of sex."<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Ford, <span style="font-style: italic;">A History of X: 100 Years of Sex in Film</span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292630507842970302-2423107305183741183?l=variansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474758543556727997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292630507842970302.post-36198451520178556502008-04-05T13:09:00.001-07:002008-12-11T04:36:23.972-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzu-Vv8qOu8/R_ffr4cJFwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XvVuapFHgoM/s1600-h/Abduction+cover.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uzu-Vv8qOu8/R_ffr4cJFwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XvVuapFHgoM/s400/Abduction+cover.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185859440918206210" border="0" /></a>Back in the halcyon days of grad school, when I was supposed to be reading things like Karl Marx's <span style="font-style: italic;">Grundrisse</span>, or Burke's <span style="font-style: italic;">Philosophy of Literary Form, </span>I found myself sneaking in these hours-long sessions of fiction-writing<span style="font-style: italic;">. </span>Little did my fellow grad students or professors suspect that instead of taking copious notes on Foucault's theory of power in human relationships, I was penning an elaborate pornographic tale of kidnapping and coercion!<br /><br />And now that I've long-since left the those hallowed halls of my education for a life of... well, let's just say <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>academia, the fruits of all those warm hours of fantasy and invention have culminated in the publication of that first novel, <a href="http://www.excessica.com/index_files/varianfrylov.htm"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Abduction</span>.</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292630507842970302-3619845152017855650?l=variansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474758543556727997noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292630507842970302.post-71534604201731261972008-03-30T14:10:00.000-07:002008-03-30T14:23:37.021-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The significance du jour in my little me-centric universe? It appears my first novel is about to be published. Glory to Logos, deity of wordsmithery and prurient readerships! And just when I'd half-forgotten my warped little offspring and wrapped myself in the cocoon of a dark and brutal supernatural thriller screenplay!</span></span></span><br /> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">In other scintillating news, over at Literotica, I've got a short story in the offing for Earth Day contest, under way at this very moment. If you're so inclined, of course I'd love everyone to read </span></span><a href="http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=358431"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><i>Lost</i></span></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=358431"><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span></a>I'll warn you in advance, though, it's a fairly distant departure from my usual fare.</span></span><br /></span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7292630507842970302-7153460420173126197?l=variansfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Varianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474758543556727997noreply@blogger.com2