Flash Fiction (a Hundred Words or Fewer) #62: Nosebleeds

Watching Japanese anime on the Internet (why not?), I noticed that lots of saucer-eyed guys develop nosebleeds when looking at saucer-eyed girls.  Then I searched further on-line and found, yes, actual adult nosebleed-fetishists (male and female) exist.  By comparison, you can call me vanilla—not a kink in sight, just the plain old missionary position.  I don’t wish blood (in manga or in real life) turned me on, for I’ve always found bodily fluids messy.  But I do wish something else allegedly strange did.  Does my relative normality support the status quo?  How can nostril tsunamis overturn capitalism?  Should they?

Copyright © 2019 by David V. Matthews

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Flash Fiction (a Hundred Words or Fewer) #61: Le Hoppy Merchant

Seeing that Jeff’s blog featured Le Hoppy Merchant, in which that black-and-white drawing of the yarmulked, hook-nosed, black-bearded Jew gleefully rubbing his hands together, a drawing the alt-right called Le Happy Merchant, had turned into a purple Easter bunny, with even the yarmulke and beard purple, reminded Taylor once more that the alt-right sucked.  As head of REAL (Republicans Everywhere Are Lit), an organization aimed at Millennials, she knew that reclaiming wokeness from the Democrats required an avoidance of stupidity and an embrace of inclusiveness toward everyone, even Muslims and Latinx.  (Plus that creep Jeff had kept hitting on her.)

Copyright © 2019 by David V. Matthews