As we slide toward the bottom, and near the end of all this alphabetical silliness, we finally reach the letter
Back in April for some reason (laziness, stupidity, forgetfulness, distraction….what was I writing about?, the fact that all Challengees who were going to write about V were killed when a transport truck full of bowling balls rolled over) I only wrote down two prompts, verbose, and vicarious.
Verbose can match with voluble. Both mean ‘wordy or longwinded’ and tend to refer to the spoken word, but can also refer to (my) writing. Learning to compose 100 word Flash Fictions has tightened it up a bit, but my compulsion to deal with every conceivable detail still has me occasionally running overtime.
I’ve written about how age and finances have me regarding the world vicariously. There was a time when its partner could have been voyeur, but there’s almost no need of window-peeking these days. There are now a vast number of voluptuous vixens, only too willing – anxious – to voluntarily allow men to view their ass….ets.
Where the Hell was sexting, when I was young and needed it? When the only choices were hard-to-obtain, airbrushed Playboy, or Sunbathers Monthly? Even the words nudist or nudism were hidden behind the veil of ‘Community Moral Standards.’
A Voluble Trivia Addendum
In the late 1960s, after the grudging establishment of Playboy and Penthouse magazines, another entrepreneur decided that he also wanted to print and distribute a skin mag. After his first issue, he was taken to court on morals charges. He cited Playboy and Penthouse as precedents, and argued that his magazine was an artistic publication, for the appreciation of the glorious female form.
The judge looked at the fact that he had intentionally chosen Intercourse, Pennsylvania as his mailing address, for titillation purposes, (Ooh! I wrote ‘tit.’) and convicted him of pornography. 😯
Okay, mission accomplished. I’m going to take a Vicodin – and a nap!