We're supposed to take seriously the literary criticism of someone who spells enough "enuff" and who brings us the sizzlers: "dppy" and "simmple?" perhaps it's slightly harder to write a piece like this than it is to provide completely subjective, unintelligible criticism of it.
--DM
02/26 |
OK. Enuff of true romance. what a disgrace. that is what an ungraceful dingbat. that is how could any self-respecting woman, even a girl-woman, even pretend that she actually did this and then talked, not only talked about it, but wrote about it for the whole world to puke on.
excuse me. she was overwhelmingly horny? go to town.
was she too ugly to eliminate her cravings for aimless, unsatisfying sex over and over with any guy? so she had to try the evil housemate of no redeeming virtue...now i see before me the incredible illogic that got me unlaid and laid and nearly fatherhooded by all the dppy chicks of my bewildered past.
It's not to say youth is wasted on the young, but more like the beauty of youth is wasted upon young women. this story was yucky, to borrow a phrase. EEEUW!
still the writer, as an entity detached from the sordid, pointless, deserved to be exploited, protagoniste, has some potential as a simmple story-teller. Then when we all get to know what she has to say, over time, she will starve to death for lack of readership. Whew...
--jrh
02/22 |
"...we both cried; he because he was losing someone to yell at and fuck..."
Awesome!
--JB
02/09 |
sj - brava? it took you to the END to figure out the author was female? jeez, talk about gayocentrism.
--gc
02/08 |
really lovely bit
--tlk
02/07 |
hey, what about this piece? I'm sure the writer isn't all that interested in readers' recollections of year-abroad, gone-awry, eurotrash hookup tales. but it is funny to see how the essay shows france has such a bad reputation in this area.
--
02/06 |
I lived in Bordeaux, France on exchange for a whole fucking year with the same family. My host brother was also sexually attracted to me. I am glad that I hated him enough not to act on it.
--K.S.
02/06 |
When I read the article, Iassumed the author was a guy because the picture was a guy, the one beside the title. interesting to find at the very end it was a woman. Intuitive style and right on at times. you have a sense of the French and of straight men. I lived in France for 6 yearsa nd have deplored many straight men in my 31 years of life and my 8 years of gay life.
It really added a new dimension however to have thought the whole time you were a man. (sorry for not having read the author's name in the first place. ) Brava!
you can email me back if you want at monrufus@yahoo.com
--SJ
02/05 |
Jennifer,
Your article is the best, most candid piece I have read in ages. As only another young woman who whored it up in France could understand, I salute you and very much look forward to reading more of your writing. You are presently my literary hero. Forwarding this to my other girls who lived "la vie de salope" and with whom, to this day, are still dissecting our reasoning, or lack of, that drove our impulses in Paris. Bien fait ma fille.
--KAH
02/05 |
this paradox isn't as appealing or novel in principal as you title it. your story isn't about screwing someone you hate, it's about feeling like the belle of the ball in france. mirror please.
--gc
02/05 |
Great piece!beautiful.Reading this type of stories is what keeps me logging into NERVE.As a young female Iīve been there many times.Iīve also fucked a whole bunch of guys who I didnīt care less (sometimes i did it for the wrong reasons,O.K...) On the other hand,if I stopped and think about it,I donīt regret it.Sex is fun (at least I like it) whenever it comes with love or without it,and fucking a total moroon can be entertaining and fun when thereīs nothing better around.The problem is when you are unable to dump them due to guilt,unfortunately this is your tipical female problem.
--SU
02/04 |
Beautiful writing. Very good story.
--ME
02/03 |
all i have to say is...wow. my french guy wouldnt make a sound when he came either.whats up with that? i'de be jerking him off and he would suddenly put his hand on mine gently and say 'i came'. it always came as a surprise. he wouldnt even move or show he was being excited in any other way, but he still would tell me i was the most 'torrid' girl he ever met. interesting.... glad to be rid of the emotionless prick.
--mo
02/03 |
Jen, he was the worst sex ever. But yes, a great ass. Love, Ariel
--
02/03 |
Tres amusant, et tres bien ecrit.
--KB
02/03 |
i don't think so. i get that whole 'hate' thing is possible (and whether one can identify or not doesn't mean one is incapable of getting one's head around the possiblity)... and if the piece was longer, maybe cc is right ... i might believe the narrator hated antoine. but, as it stands, for me, i don't believe the hate part.
--cla
02/03 |
I think anyone who can't believe she really 'hated' Antoine simply can't identify.
I, however, have fucked someone I hated..and stayed with them for quite a while, and what the writer explains here, if perhaps too breifly, is that you convince yourself that it is okay to fuck that person because the idea sounds good in your head. "All my friends would LOVE to fuck this guy" or "This is the guy I always dreamed I would have when I was younger" It is a weakness, and you hate yourself for it, and that only adds to how much you hate him. A very accurate depiction; four star writing
--cc
02/03 |
sounds gross.
--
02/03 |
the whole setting of france is funny and the depiction of antoine seems developed. but i don't believe the narrator 'hates' him. he's repulsive, maybe, and that's what makes the scene a little funny. but i don't think it needs to be stretched to hate... kind of a strong word for something that really doesn't seem to merit it. -cla (a different one than above)
--cla
02/03 |
this is so good, well wrotten and i am ashamed to say, i can relate completely. Been there, done that, ALSO with a french guy, only his name wasn't Antoine, but still starts with an A...scary.
--
02/03 |
REMINDS ME OF ME! Except for the fact that I never been to France, never slept with anyone I hated, but the whole health class filmstrip thing is definately reflected in my personality. :) I know that if I had done the same thing, I wouldn't have been able to take enough baths to wash away the stank or the guilt. Whether or not this was a work of fiction or non-fiction, it was more than refreshing to read something that understood how I felt about sex.
--CLA
02/03 |
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