Who Am I Essay Tumblr Outfits

Anonymous said: Hey there. Not sure what kind of questions you accept but…here goes. Do you have any tips for writing kiss scenes? Not fluffy kiss scenes but really passionate ones. Thanks!

I was hoping to post this on Valentine’s Day, but I got a little busy so it got pushed back. Happy (late) Valentine’s Day, and enjoy!

|| 1 || Detail. Remember that describing a kiss means including more detail than just what is happening and when. Be sure to include description of how the protagonist’s five senses are being affected, as well as some other elements such as:

  • What the protagonist smells
  • What the protagonist tastes
  • What the protagonist hears
  • What the protagonist sees
  • The inner monologue of the protagonist, if the point of view in your story allows it.

|| 2 || Make the kiss(es) realistic. Situational details are a key factor in making the scene more satisfying and memorable. Pay attention to details like the character’s physical characteristics, such as glasses, braces, messy hair, etc. and incorporate those tiny details into the scene.

She turned her head to the left, leaning in to brush her lips against her partner’s, but was interrupted when their noses bumped together, making them both giggle, and the awkwardness fade away.

I mean, sure, that’s not the best example, but at least it’s better than:

Their lips collided, and they made out flawlessly, as if they were in a Nicholas Sparks novel.

Little details like bumping noses, giggling, grinning like an idiot, stumbling, hesitating, etc. can make the scene so much better.

|| 3 || It doesn’t always have to be a full on make out session every time two characters kiss. A lot of the time, kisses are short and sweet and that can be enough to send a substantial spark to the fingers and toes, and send the reader out smiling. Pecks, if only on the cheek, can be more than enough and are extremely underrated.

|| 4 ||Pay attention to what your characters do with the rest of their bodies. Kissing is in no way just about the mouth. Keep in mind that most of the time, people don’t just lean forward and mush their faces together. Grab the face, caress the lower back, hold their hand, hell, sweep them off their feet and carry them into the sunset! Don’t just stand there!

|| 5 || Lastly, but not least..ly.. VOCABULARY. Using the right wordage can improve your kiss scene-no, scratch that- ANY SCENE a million times better. I’ve made an entire post on vocabulary and synonyms to use for your sex/kiss scenes {shameless plug} and you can find it: 


|| 6 || Read kiss scenes as a writer would. Read kiss scenes that you’ve enjoyed and nitpick them to find what you do and don’t like about them, adding the good things to your own scene and being wary of the bad. 

And now, here are some extra tips to get you going:

 I.Practice - If you’re in a relationship or have a really great friend {;)}, practice the act and take notes on how it actually feels! A lot of people who read these kiss scenes take it as the reality because some have never kissed anyone, so teach them how it’s done!

II.Know your characters - Would they actually bite their partner’s lip like that? Would they actually go as far as caressing the majestical inner thigh? Think about it.

III.Add elements of the setting - Are your characters standing in the middle of a crowd? In a high school hallway? Elevator? Include details like sounds and smells and lighting to give the reader a more full-sensory experience.

IV.Dialogue can be fun to play with - Kissing doesn’t always have to be silent. Maybe they break for a second to say “You’re so beautiful” or “Did you pop a mint when I wasn’t looking, oh sneaky one?”. Include those little mutterings or comments because they are some of the best parts.

V. Have someone you trust read it - If you’ve got a good friend who will be honest, have them read and suggest edits. Google docs is fantastic for having your friends read and help you edit your work, because you can change the setting to “suggest edits” and you can see everything they’ve suggested without permanently altering the scene.

Under Pink Covers

A Response to Susan Griffin’s Red Shoes

by Roxanne Stathos

Inspiration for the Work:

Every time I read “Red Shoes” by Susan Griffin, I put it down a bit overwhelmed, inspired, panicky, sweaty, hot, bothered, confused, and ready for action—writing action! My current interests within the vast and diverse world of creative nonfiction include (but are certainly not limited to) writing about the body, the family (mainly female lineage), and finally, playing around with form. Susan Griffin’s “Red Shoes” just happens to deal with all of these interests of mine. The form Griffin utilizes successfully mirrors the world of the body—a world that is both private and public.

I have been told that western civilization imprisons the female mind.

I am getting ready to get up and go. Mom wakes me up. I always get dressed under the covers of the bed, although it is difficult to put pants on this way. I think I do this because it feels safe, and it is also really cold in my room— if I am remembering correctly. Mom leaves my clothes by my feet which remain under the pink covers. 

In fact, George Sand dressed up as a man to go to the theatre. She had to.

Once I arrive, and once the door to the room is tightly closed, I begin undressing in order to be in the uniform I should have put on in the first place—pink tights, shoes, leotard, hair in tight bun. I know I am remembering this part correctly because it never changes—same clothes every time. I remove the sweatpants that cover the tights, the grey sweatshirt that covers both the pink of my body and the tall reaches of my bun. Tennis shoes are replaced with slippers

I have been told that the fiction novel has always been the space for the feminine world, where the private realm can finally be accepted/embraced by the public. But the funny thing is—it is not real.

Before I go out into the world again, I make sure no one can see the pink. I cover it with the grey. I cry when my brother’s friend, the first boy I ever wanted to kiss, pulls off the hood of my sweatshirt, revealing my tight, feminine bun to the world. I am ashamed of the crying, almost as much as I am ashamed of the bun.

Then, I wonder, what happens when the private sphere, the feminine world, meets the nonfiction essay?

7 years later, at the age of 12, I see bright red between my legs and cry, apologizing to my mother for becoming a woman. Actually, no— I am not sure it was a bright red. And come to think of it— did I really cry?

Isn’t everything a construction anyway once it makes its home within the memory?

Would it be a radical act to show you my world? What would change if I let you in?


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