Curious Lit

By Cat Rambo

Someone mentioned that they’d like to see a post on endings. Endings are hard. You have to go back and look for all the loose ends. It’s like weaving a basket – all those spiky little sticks poking out need to be woven together into a coherent shape. Here’s three things I think about when working on an ending.

Wilde would whisper flowery sweet nothings in your ear during foreplay but then have his very dirty way with you

Fitzgerald would spend like an hour bragging about how good he was and then come much too soon

Shakespeare would make up positions on the spot but they’d be awesome

Doyle would please you once and then complain when you kept asking him to do the same thing over and over again

Hemingway would explain in no uncertain terms exactly what he was going to do, and do exactly one very simple act, but goddamn if it wasn’t the best time you’ve had in years anyways

Joyce would take FOREVER but eventually satisfy you

Rand would make you do all the work yourself

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