Been forced by blogger.com to move to their website. Can't get it to work within asstr anymore, so redirecting.

I'll fix broken links on my asstr website over time, for now the redirect should catch everyone.

New location of the blog is here:

http://tenyari.blogspot.com

Oh hai. I can haz blog?

So here's something I haven't done in a few years; post to this old blog of mine.

In the time I've been away, it looks like blogger has removed the ability to use its toolset for posting external blogs. In other words, the ability to post to asstr through blogger. So if I keep this thing going, it's going to have to be done manually.

So where have I been? Well, I've not been so active in writing for a while. Life has been hectic. Everyone knows the economy of the late 00s hasn't been a picnic. In the time since I was an active writer I've gone to and finished graduate school. But I graduated right as the economy went down the drain, and life has been rough.

While in school I took up researching and writing on human trafficking; a topic of great concern to me. Some of my fiction in the past may have hinted at this, but I am quite the feminist and quite concerned with human rights and empowering victims. Many of my stories back in the day thus focused on a person put into a shocking situation, empowering herself, and taking 'ownership' of her reality; mastering it rather than letting it overcome her.

From AI girl through to Alandra, that's been a consistent backdrop of otherwise erotic tales. Peppered in there has been a healthy dose of caution about the dangers of the new world economy; globalization and capitalism without the spread of democracy.

That's how I tackled the 'Program' of NIS: it saw itself as the new way to better humanity, but it was just as much a tyranny as a liberation, and my protagonist has to try and subvert it to empower herself, and yet nonetheless falls prey to her own environment and lack of perspective.

I've written quite a lot since then, but it consists of a series of unfinished stories. Chief among this is one with a prospective title of 'Life on Venus.'

Life on Venus tells to story of a person from the ruins of Earth being taken to a colony on Venus. She goes from a world of scavenger surviving to a lush society in space. From being unaware she is even female, unaware that there even are sexes, to living in a world where women are bottomless and notions like the 'presenting' of NIS form a solid foundation of the social system.

It is erotica after all, and its got a healthy dose of sex, even though I think I was on page 70 or so before the first scene of intercourse.

Here's a little teaser, but keep in mind this is a draft, alpha revision at that. You're looking at stream of thought here:

My name, well; like most people, wasn't much to take pride in. I was 69-23121903-404907355. That was my ID number, that's what I had to legally answer to, and there wasn't anymore than that. Well, among friends I was just '69'. I think it referring to my hatching order, I'd been the 69th person to come out of my birthing chamber that day in the city of New York.

Given the crowds, I never did quite understand why the government still produced us; but there you had it. I guess every society just needed it's toiling masses.

My life was one of roaming the ruins, breathing in toxic fumes, living on a dump, and hoping to stay one day ahead of the next plague, cancerous blight, or murderous rampage.

I was nineteen cycles old when the feds pulled me off the street. I guess, for a thrall; that made me old. Most of the people I'd grown up with were already long dead.

--- That part is in conflict with a later theme where I have her living in New York in an almost feral hunter state, even hunting her fellow citizens, as they rumage through the city for things to sell to the 'people of the dome cities.' Obviously I need to pick one of these paths and run with it. Her Earth past is only a short part of the story, but she refers back to it often and it often shapes her reaction to events on Venus

Another teaser:

"69?" the woman who'd come out after me asked.

"Wow!" I said. "88 right? You look... different." I looked at the name tag dangling on a cord between her enormous breasts. It said Eladia N. Orleans. She sat down beside me on a cushion. We were in a waiting room of some kind. No windows, just a steady stream of other 'new women' coming in, and a couple Venusians moving about taking notes.

"Melani... I like that, it fit's you," she said. "Melani N. York. And you're barely anything like the 'thrall' I remember." I liked her milky skin and long wavy fire-red hair. And I liked how it felt when she ran her fingers through my black strands.

"Oh no!" she gasped out, holding up a hand. I looked, some of those strands were stuck in her fingers.

"Quick," I said. "Put them back!" I didn't want the Venusians to see that I might be defective.

"Good idea," she said, trying to stuff the stray strand back into my head. I didn't tell her that I could see one of her strands on the floor next to her. Rather, I put my foot over it when one of the Venusians passed us.

For her part, the Venusian just giggled, shook her head, and walked away.

One of them kept touching herself whenever she talked of going to 'Sparta.' I watched for a bit in rapt curiosity as her vulva became puffy and red with the touching.

She turned away when one of her companions scolded her, "you're going to freak out the new girls if you let that run it's course," she was told.

"They looked freaked out enough as it is," she said in response, pointing right at '88', who still had her hands in my hair.

'88', or rather Eladia, quickly took her hand back and folded it under her butt. She tried her best to look innocent. I just cast my eyes down, trying to hide. The Venusians however, just laughed and continued with their notepads.

I like teasers, so here's two more. This first one is her first site of the -inside- of the Venusian space station's open city area:

I thought we were in space. But I could see clouds. The streets were crowded with people walking in every direction. More people than I'd ever seen. And many of them were smiling. They looked healthy, happy, and busy. A stream of them everywhere.

No vehicles. There was a riot of different building styles, and many of them were connected by walkways. On the first walkway, maybe fifteen levels up, I could see small vehicles going by - what I would later learn were bicycles.

No one had weapons, no one seemed to be guarding territory, and I couldn't see any hunters.

Almost every last one of them was, much like Eladia, Daphne, and myself; bottomless. But I did see a few with pants on.

They looked strange. Then it clicked for me. "Are those... men?"

Daphne giggled. "Of course silly. You'd think you'd never seen a man before." I figured I could tell her that, more or less, I never had. The way I'd seen '13' before didn't really count after all.

"Why don't we have pants?" Eladia asked. Daphne just kept giggling.

"Silly dirt-pounders..." she said. "Welcome to New Lesbos girls. The subway's only a block over." She looked around. "What a city..."

"You're not from here?" I said. I glanced around as well, a reflex motion. I noticed something strange about the horizon in the distance - it curved up, not down, eventually fading into a haze.

"Oh no... I'm a native of New Minoa. Though I did do college in Sparta..." she grinned at the mention of Sparta. "Now that was an adventure."

And finally, a lesson from Ms. Manners:

"You're going to have to explain that presenting thing to me," I said.

She was doing stretches. The entertainment screen was showing women in a group doing synchronized movements, and she was trying to copy them. Her legs were spread wide apart and she had managed to stretch down and do a perfect split. Then without interrupting it, she bent down and almost managed to touch her hands to the floor while they were stretched above her head. "Yeah," she called out. "Wake up Eladia and we can have a chat."

Later as we lounged about the living room she explained presenting.

"So," Eladia said. "They can just make you display yourself like that anytime, anywhere?"

"Well, you have to show them whatever it is they want to see," Daphne said. "But of course, away from the apartment they can't make you take off any clothes."

"But, if they want to look inside your vagina, you have to spread yourself open, or let someone else do it. Of course if you're worked up enough, it might not need spreading." She blushed.

"But what about the touching?" I said.

"Oh yeah, unless your in Sparta they have to ask," she said.

"Sparta?" I said.

"Yeah, the other city. In Sparta as long as you're not busy, they can touch you any way they want, any time they want. Men there can have sex with any woman they find," Daphne said.

"Anywhere anytime?" I said, a little surprised.

"Well..." she said. "As long as you're not too busy, like if you're working, at something that isn't public service, or if you're trying to get somewhere, you can say no. But if you're just there, or you're shopping, or chatting up your mates - yeah, they can and will just screw you then and there."

"Oh my," I said. "They just come up and put their fingers right into you?"

Daphne laughed, hard. She even rolled over for a second and kicked out. "No silly, not their fingers. Their cocks. In Sparta, they can fuck you, right there in public."

"What's a cock?" Eladia asked. I tried to pretend being cool enough to know.

Daphne gave us the strangest look though. "Yeah.... that's right... You dirt-pounders really don't mix the sexes at all do you..."

We shrugged at her. "Yeah," I said.

Daphne picked up her dildo and said, "its kind of like this. They put it in you."

"So..." I looked at her dildo. Now I understood its shape at least. Eladia just looked shocked.

"But they can only do that in Sparta?" Eladia asked.

"Well, they can ask here in Minoa, but not in public," Daphne said. "And there's no presenting at all in Lesbos."

"Really?" I said. "Why not?"

She just shrugged. "I dunno. That's the capital though. Where the Queen and Crone's Council sit. Only women can make you present there, and only to other women of a lower status."

I remembered something from my nanite education. The Venusian Federation was a matriarchy. The Queen, as she was called, was really just the head woman of the Crones council. It seemed odd that a country run by women would have all the women bottomless and let the men have so many liberties with them outside of the Capital.

"I just don't get this whole presenting thing," I said.

"Well... I dunno. But you know, there really aren't as many men," Daphne said.

... SKIPPING A BIT ...

We spent the afternoon getting something of an education. All the little details our nanite training hadn't covered. The nanite training had been about things like reading, math, using a restroom, not continuing cannibalism, and some basic history. Daphne told us about regular life.

We learned we had to keep our breasts covered outside, except in Lesbos or a park. In formal situations we had to wear gloves, shoes, a hat, and a good clit ring. We could go barefoot anywhere otherwise, but it was seen as tacky unless you were doing something sporty.

We learned how she shaved her pussy, and that something about our hormone treatments meant we didn't need to. She told us we were expected to have a dildo with us, to make presenting easier. We could touch ourselves and even cum pretty much anywhere, unless the situation called for people being quite or busy.

Maybe you can see how I managed to get so far before hitting a full MF sex scene. Its up to 88 pages right now, and maybe half done with -just- the initial draft. Then I'll have to go back and do revisions, get rid of inconsistencies, and tighten up for the plot.

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Otherwise life goes on. Another thing that has kept me very busy is joining Second Life

I'm not too present there as Tenyari, but I do have an avatar as a Point of contact for me:
Tenyari Inkpen

Here's a pic of what my 'Avatar' in Second Life currently looks like:

Though I am often in furry form instead:

If you're in Second Life, and you are or were one of my readers, or a fellow erotica writer, drop me an instant message in there and say hi. Hopefully I'll be able to finish the Venus story, or one of my other stories, and get back in cycle on writing.

May 29, 2010.