“Happy anniversary, Sophie. Our blog was one year old last week.”
“Which one is that, paper? What do you buy for the paper anniversary of a blog?”
“Maybe we turn it into a book. Give it the gift of existing on paper.”
“I think that’s an excellent idea – but what is the plot? Is this an ongoing story? Obviously we’re living it.”
“I’m not sure. But we’ve certainly planted some seeds. Maybe we tell the story of telling the story. With lots of good parts.”
“It’s a terrible romance, though. Not enough fraught drama.”
“Give it time.”
“That’s not funny.”
“Or likely. Sorry.”
“But maybe we should make some shit up. Using ourselves as the basis, of course. I’ve always wanted to see who would play me in a movie.”
“Maybe we should start with a book and then sell the movie rights. Is this a real plan?”
“Anything can be a real plan if you put your mind to it. The question is, who is the director we trust to make our pornography?”
“How about we focus on getting this post up first, then the others, then a book, and then see about selling a script?”
“Oh, you. Always logical, always with a plan.”
“Debatable. But….”
“This year has already been rather exciting in bed. And out, but mostly in. Do you agree?”
“It certainly has been. Maybe we should start a blog and write about it.”
“Silly. Maybe we should try some new stuff – not that I am in any way tired of the “old stuff.” But I can’t think of anyone I’d rather explore frontiers with, or a better place to describe those frontiers. Like that new toy you bought. I’m excited to practice with that.”
“Ah yes, that toy. I’m sure we could write a how-to manual on how to carefully proceed with new toys.”
“Or maybe we should write a how-to series. You know, teach people to fuck like we do. I think that would be rewarding, in many ways.”
“We could teach seminars. Using ourselves as living visual aids.”
“Ha, ha.”
“But seriously, I think anyone can do it. The knowledge is within. They just have to care and focus. I think lots of people already are doing it.”
“I agree. But there’s something about you. And me. And this.”
“What we have that’s perhaps more unique is the ability to describe and discuss it. Which brings me back to getting this post done. And all the others. And the book.”
“Yes yes, I have been remiss. I am working on it. We’ve been busy fucking and it has affected our writing about it. But what a glorious run of fucking!”
“Should we tell them here, or make them buy the book?”
“I can’t decide. On the one hand, if E.L. James can do it….”
“The motivation for an entire new generation of porn.”
“But on the other hand, I get excited at the idea of bettering people’s lives through well-written porn.”
“Erika Lust.”
“Hmm?”
“Or Petter Hegre. Or if you want to go old school, Peter North. That’s who I would pick to direct our porn.”
“I apparently need to do more research. One of the things I like so much about you is how I continually learn from you.”
“And for my next trick, so to speak…. I just realized it would be very cool to interview one or all of those directors for the blog. Discuss the state of porn, past and present.”
“I also like your ambition. Have I mentioned I like your ambition?”
“Okay, to sum up. This conversation is a post. You’re working on posts. We’re working on fiction for posts. We’re pondering a book based on our posts. And we’re going to interview directors who may or may not guide the film version of this portion of our lives. Does that cover it?”
“That sounds accurate, yes. Sounds like we almost don’t have time to fuck.”
“Oh, and Valentine’s Day is coming up. Maybe we can come up with some sort of marketing outreach thingy to appeal to the enlightened masses.”
“Maybe we should also add some visual interest. You took a fun photo last night.”
“Oh yes, that too. Photos by us and perhaps others. At least then we can prove that we sometimes fuck. And on that note, it’s a wrap. Happy Anniversary!
“Here’s to many more.”
“Seems quite likely.”
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