I am trying to imagine what directly writing personal erotic fantasies would look/feel like. I think identification is a different kind of activity.
If I were to write a pure and simple wish-fulfillment, self-insertion fantasy, it would probably involve something entirely different. Winter right now sounds good! Or uninterrupted privacy perhaps.
I remember my reaction to the old Schwarzenegger movie "Total Recall" (and no, I am not usually a Schwarzenegger movie fan) where people were able to take a "virtual vacation." Now that was a fantasy so sweet that it almost broke my heart with longing at that period in my life. Working two challenging jobs, with a pain in the ass of an attention-sucking life partner, and two young kids, the idea of checking in for a virtual two-week or longer vacation and only losing a few minutes of real time was a wish fulfillment that trumped the hottest sex for me at that moment. I was also young enough, as was the aforementioned partner, that real life hot sex wasn't that elusive either. It just wasn't enough. Time was the precious unattainable fantasy.
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Date: 2010-07-17 05:36 pm (UTC)I am trying to imagine what directly writing personal erotic fantasies would look/feel like. I think identification is a different kind of activity.
If I were to write a pure and simple wish-fulfillment, self-insertion fantasy, it would probably involve something entirely different. Winter right now sounds good! Or uninterrupted privacy perhaps.
I remember my reaction to the old Schwarzenegger movie "Total Recall" (and no, I am not usually a Schwarzenegger movie fan) where people were able to take a "virtual vacation." Now that was a fantasy so sweet that it almost broke my heart with longing at that period in my life. Working two challenging jobs, with a pain in the ass of an attention-sucking life partner, and two young kids, the idea of checking in for a virtual two-week or longer vacation and only losing a few minutes of real time was a wish fulfillment that trumped the hottest sex for me at that moment. I was also young enough, as was the aforementioned partner, that real life hot sex wasn't that elusive either. It just wasn't enough. Time was the precious unattainable fantasy.