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There’s a story I want to write about a human and an elf and psychological manipulation. The story is emotionally dark. One character is controlling and the other is wracked with guilt over their feelings. There is absolutely no love in their physical intimacy and the story focuses on the victim’s inner turmoil and their journey further into darkness. Sex scenes would be explicit and the sex and the emotional stress would be depicted in detail in order to engage the reader and pull them in. I know this isn’t much information and I’ll provide more info if it will help, but I’m wondering if this kind of story would be interesting to people who enjoy erotica in the fantasy genre. I feel like it would be a great story when finished, but that doesn’t mean other people will want to read it. What do more experienced authors and readers think of this idea?
This sounds like it walks the edge I tend to write on, where sex isn’t romantic release, it’s recursion. It’s what gets used, what gets distorted, what gets remembered in the wrong order. The psychological angle you’re describing, especially the lack of love in physical intimacy and the descent into internal unraveling, is deeply compelling when handled with care. There is definitely a space for this kind of story in fantasy erotica, especially among readers who are drawn to dark emotional arcs, erotic manipulation, and character studies that don’t flinch. I write queer speculative fiction with similar emotional weight. Sex used as language. Power as seduction. Trauma threaded through intimacy. So yes, there is a readership for what you’re describing. The key will be grounding it so the reader feels the descent, not just watches it. If you ever want to bounce ideas or trade pages, I’d be open to that. These are the kinds of stories that linger, and I’m always curious when someone’s not afraid to go too far.
If you’re using ChatGPT to write, you might as well do it properly: [URL link to learnprompting.org] But doing it the “right” way meant… you would’ve studied writing fiction instead and never resorted to LLMs to outsource your critical and creative thinking. Which you perceptively haven’t from my POV. You’ll have whatever little power you have for as long as access to LLMs are affordable and internet accessible, but if someone interrogates your work and you can’t quote a single paragraph off it without literally reading it off your phone? You might earn a couple hundred from this gig. And that’s pretty much it. Since other hustlers or shortcut-takers like you use the same tools, you’ll end up sounding like the same person. Betting on your audience not getting bored of this stochastic and unoriginal shit is a risky gamble, bruv. Good luck.
You’ve made a lot of assumptions for someone who hasn’t read a single line of my work. I don’t need to defend my process to a stranger lashing out in the name of craft. I write every word myself. I shape voice like ritual and structure like seduction. I edit obsessively. I bleed through syntax. And unlike what you’re accusing others of, I know exactly what I’ve written because I lived it. You say it sounds artificial. But maybe that’s just what real conviction sounds like when you’ve forgotten what it is. I’m not writing like a language model. You’re reacting like one. Pattern-matching. Binary-judging. Punishing what doesn’t conform. Sorry your world still revolves around a mythical witch hunt you don’t understand. I’ll keep writing. You can keep sharpening your pitchfork.
It’s not that I’m unfamiliar with your work, it’s that I’m familiar with LLMs particularly NLP. A) hedging B) sentiment C) modality D) lexical ambiguity E) semantic drift F) topic modelling G) grounding H) syntax Even slight edits don’t matter. There are words and phrases that LLMs over and misuse that looks good to you, but looks bad to everyone else with a discerning eye. The function of my comment was more for the broader audience reading and lurking this community. Not you, personally. Don’t think you can get away with LLM usage because you vehemently deny it – there’s forensics for this sort of thing. I’m not anti-AI, to be quite honest with you. Any seasoned writer worth their bread and butter would invest in hardware to host a local one, learn the language and train it with their own writing. But they don’t out of principle and solidarity with the creative crowd. Good day. Don’t expect another response from me. Edit: AI detectors are notoriously inaccurate but the notes are invaluable which should tell you all you need to know.
Appreciate the non-apology and the pivot to buzzword theater. And while you’ve announced you won’t respond, don’t assume I won’t. I’m just not here to validate your performance. I write for impact, not approval. Have the day you deserve.
“buzzword theater” Because I’m not going to teach you how to evade detection by taking your comments apart. Plus, I’m a feminist 😎
Sorry, not sorry for the tirade. You’re mistaken if you think I needed your permission to speak. Or your evaluation to exist. My original comment wasn’t for you, to impress you, or to pass your damn purity test. It was a genuine response to another writer. Someone exploring intimacy and unraveling through fiction. I saw their voice reaching for something dark and difficult. I reached back. You stormed in because my voice didn’t fit your expectations. You assumed clarity meant cheating. You saw cadence and called it a copy. You called it AI, unoriginal, slop… But what you actually meant was this. No f****t should sound that sure of himself. You couldn’t imagine a queer man writing with structure and conviction without a machine holding his hand. You thought calling yourself a feminist gave you the authority to publicly dismantle a marginalized voice for the benefit of a so-called broader audience. You framed it as education, not attack, and claimed you were helping others “with a discerning eye” spot the signs. All you really did was signal to the room that queer voices still need to pass your inspection before they’re allowed to speak. I write recursion erotica. I write queer speculative fiction where sex is memory and pain is language. I write with breath and heat and ritual, because no one ever made space for a voice like mine to survive. So I carved one. You wanted to find the prompt behind my words. Here it is. I am the prompt. The thing you didn’t expect to answer back. Next time you throw a label like a shield, make sure it wasn’t shaped by the person you’re trying to silence.
The feminist aspect was performative refusal to do more work for anyone than I actually care for, in response to your dismissal. Anyone with a set of eyes can understand the point of the intervention – you just flew into my radar as I was reading this particular thread. In online, public discourse, there’s always a secondary audience even if they remain unacknowledged. Why you’re calling yourself names to prove a point, anyway? To imply I’m a bigot simply because I called someone’s LLM usage into attention? I don’t argue with that frame nor an emotional one – you can’t bait me into it, either. But I’m glad you latched onto that one word because I see more “Calder” than GPT. The difference in prose is noticeably more human (better!) this time. Rawer and less dense metaphorically. Good on ya. Moderators are free to remove my comment for derailment or whatever purpose they see fit. I’m not bothered at all. Edit: Your teaching was not asked for, and your offer would have been refused. You’re free to have the final word. I yield to the keyboard warrior.
She said I’d sound like everyone else. Then said she wasn’t even talking to me.
So which was it—public education or personal attack?
Because after re-reading every line, every breath I wasted on being “civil,”
I’ve come to one conclusion:
My fury wasn’t just justified. It was overdue.
You don’t get to dress your superiority complex in feminism
and call it a public service announcement.
Next time someone tries to erase the ritual from my voice
or dissect my cadence like it came from a model—
I won’t argue.
I’ll just file it under: Confirmed Threat.
—Calder N. Halden
Queer. Feral. Fluent in flame.
I write sex like scripture and pain like prophecy.
If that threatens your craft cult or your purity test,
build a better altar—mine already burned through yours.