Slash Page #6
or celebrity slash.
Slash about, you know, celebs.
Oh, oh, like the Bronte sisters.
They wrote stories
about Napoleon
and the Duke of Wellington.
Yeah, I mean,
it's pretty old school,
but now it's mostly just like
pointless boy band orgies.
Yeah, and juvenile regressives
are popping up all over.
Speaking of... How long
have you slashed vanguard?
Oh, vanguard is juvenile,
but trek and Tolkien, that's...
It's all about audience
and intent, Denis.
This is first year stuff.
Vanguard doesn't play to
the 40-plus crowd, our base.
Besides, it's not our mission
to indoctrinate children.
It's not our mission
to indoctrinate anyone.
I read Tolkien when I was eight.
Yes, and Denis loves
his vanguard.
Ronnie prefers
her masturbation material
to stem from bad
'60s television.
You ever see
"the Brady bunch," dude?
Really, Freddie?
He's a child.
Mainstream success has no bearing
on our field. Never has.
What we do know
is juvenile fiction
begets juvenile erotica.
Let me be frank. You write
sex like a 12-year-old
and I think you know it. It's like you
found all these provocative words
and just tossed them
into a text editor.
Have you ever even had sex?
I doubt half our writers
have had sex.
- Let me see your ID.
- Ronnie.
Well, I don't know
about you, Denis,
but I don't want to go to jail.
Nobody's going to jail.
Jesus!
Neil, come on.
It's fine. Sit down.
Yeah, it's fine
if he ponies up an ID.
I remember now.
You wrote all that really gross
Mike and Greg Brady fic.
What's your point?
with 12-year-olds.
If it's written maturely.
Nice.
Are you really 18?
Neil, Neil, come on, stop.
Stop, stop, stop.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Look, Ronnie, I mean, you know,
she's like that with everybody.
It's not you.
Oh, um.
Let's go someplace else.
Wait, wait, wait,
wait. Wait.
It just...
This doesn't feel right.
Why?
Look, I'm not gonna be mad,
I'm not be upset or anything.
I need you to tell me
how old you are.
- I already told you.
- I know, I know.
Tell me again.
- 15.
- 15? Oh, f***!
I'll be 16 in November.
- Dude, this is wrong.
I know it is.
This is just
the second time today.
- I could go to jail.
- I won't tell anyone.
Did you just tell me you were 18 so
you could get into the live reading?
- No! -What do you
even want from me?
I just thought
it'd be different.
Here with you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
a lot of myself.
- You turned out okay.
- Did I?
I shot off a series
of insane messages
to somebody I didn't know
say to somebody face to face.
Ever.
You know, outside of like cons,
I have practically
zero social skills.
going to get me in trouble,
and now here I am. And yes,
incidentally, I live with my mother,
grew up, in Saginaw.
So, you know, don't be
too sure about things.
You live with your mom?
Stop. Stop. Stop.
Stop.
You said this was
the second time.
It it someone in our group?
Was it that girl
you came here with?
Yeah, well. I thought
you might be straight.
- I might not be. -Well, this
isn't the way to find out.
You have time. You're writing.
Focus on that.
How can I focus on something
I'm not even old enough to do?
Well, what do you want to do?
You want to be a writer?
A real writer, not fan fic?
You're good.
Keep writing and let
the rest of the stuff
sort itself out naturally.
I wish somebody had told me
that when I was your age.
Well, you better go.
It's about time.
I don't know what the right
thing to do here is.
I wanna make sure you're okay.
Well, I know you have to go.
I am the moderator.
I mean, you don't have
to worry, I'm not coming.
I can't, not now.
Not right now.
I wish it wasn't this way.
You know, for what it's worth,
I think you want to be queer.
To fit in,
even some place small.
I'll see you around.
You came back?
The live read's about to start.
You should be there.
I came back for you.
You don't get it.
You submitted once
and they're like,
"hey, come read it
on stage."
I have like 500 things
posted up there.
I know.
I've read every one of them.
It's hard caring about someone.
Letting them care about you.
It doesn't have to be hard.
I love you.
I kissed him.
That Denis guy?
I'm not going to the live read.
- You have to.
- I can't.
Neil, please, for both of us.
F*** those crusty old a**holes.
I followed you
into the restaurant
when you weren't
answering my calls.
I'm sorry that lady
is such an a**hole.
Look, they only win
if you let them.
You are a featured
f***ing story, dude.
You made it!
We're doing this.
You and me together.
I am your goddamn coach.
Okay?
As they entered the nexiverse,
Gandalf, his penis
now longer than his staff,
tuned... turned
to Dumbledore,
"Dumbledore,"
he said to Dumbledore,
"only the energy
of our mutual orgasm,
combined with unbroken
eye contact
can close the door
to the nexiverse,
thus stopping the combined
armies of Sauron and Voldemort.
Without a moment's thought,
Dumbledore selflessly
gave of his own manhood,
placing the head
of his pounding penis
against that of the wise old
wizard from alt middle earth,
like in Ghostbusters.
- End of chapter seven.
Okay, that was gan-dum 69
with "hole pluggers
of the nexiverse."
And who doesn't like some good
old-fashioned wizard-on-wizard action?
One more time for her,
gan-dum 69.
Um...
So-uh, I think everybody
knows my feelings
about what we do
and the purpose it serves.
Often we're treated like freaks.
Especially those of us
who are a little bit older.
Um... and when we're away
from this little community
that we've created
for ourselves,
you know, we're outsiders,
and we're weirdoes,
and we're sexual deviants,
but not here.
Our next reader is a young man
that I have been following
with much interest.
And not just because
he writes vanguard.
Please welcome to the stage,
Van fan 42.
Um, this is called...
"Shore leave
on dreenan four."
"The balmy tropic
weather patterns
of dreenan four gave cause
for the indigenous proxans
to wear very little
in the way of attire.
This year with the elliptical
orbit pulling them closer
than ever to dreenan prime,
clothing was more
a hardship than an option.
Vanguard found himself unarmored
on the beaches of the Zaraug
during what seemed to be
'Do you happen to know
where they keep the towels?'
a lean, naked proxon inquired.
His supple manhood stood proud
against the harsh light
of dreenan prime.
The proxon boy repeated himself,
'well, do you?'
vanguard's hand now pumped
his stone cock."
He's 15.
You're outsiders.
You were supposed to support
other outsiders.
I mean, you guys write
and you're judging?
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