Blog of Rob Wolfsham. I live in Lubbock, Texas. I'm 23. I have this tendency to write about guys. Or the cynical before and afters. Some know me from my erotica or other stories. You can find my work inside these books:
Email me at rwolfsham(at)gmaildotcom.
(via jasminejade.com)
I was reading the author guidelines for the womynly erotica publisher, Ellora’s Cave (vagina?). I want to write something for this publisher. I’m serious. I want to write a “pleasingly fleshy” heroine in the future, fighting well-endowed warrior vampires.
I probably wouldn’t get accepted, and if I did, I don’t give a fuck if that’s selling out.
But the scariest sound to me, is the sound of a tornado siren. They’re testing them on campus right now. The season is about to begin. I think everyone knows what a tornado siren sounds like. It’s sort of like an air raid siren. It whirrs up into one long sustained blaring note, a bullhorn, the kind that raises the hair on your neck. It means you might die.
I’m so excited that spring is almost here.
That was a disaster. Two hours and the dentist didn’t even see me. I have a cavity. A cavity! My teeth are all mostly clean, I just have to go back and get the cavity filled.
This was the first time I went to the dentist in Lubbock (I usually go in Dallas). The office was filled with fake plants and Thomas Kinkade paintings. The staff and hygenists were all very pretty young girls and the dentists were three very handsome men. Everyone walked around giggling and the girls checked their faces in mirrors. The clients, except me and a 90-year-old rich man in a wheelchair, were all middle-aged women with Lubbock hair. Lubbock hair consists of chunky fried blonde highlights with big poofs in the front or back making their heads shaped like King Tut.
I got to miss two hours of work at least.
That was fast. Usually there’s an ugly denial period for a few months… or eternity (Larry Craig).
sl1m:
He’s really short. He was wearing a pinstripe suit and he was alone, looking at sushi. No college student recognized him except me and my friend. You’d think he’d eat at Stella’s or Cafe J for lunch.
I took his class, nothing special.
Revolting. I couldn’t stand to listen to him for more than six seconds. I’d answer every exam question with “I don’t recall.” What a silly embarrassment. I’m never giving a cent to Tech. Unless it’s straight to the English department.
