Crestfallen.nu

The fear of sex.

January 12th, 2008 at 11:10 pm

First of all, as promised, the information about helping with P739. Help Me! Free sex is involved!

Speaking of sex, I took Cole’s suggestion and looked for a meme. I found a site that stores a lot of them. However, this one from Writer’s Digest caught my eye.

Today’s Writing Prompt: Create a character that has an unusual phobia. Write a scene that causes that character to face his fear.

Perfect. Remember that I have that passion reignition thing going for me. So here it is.

Meet Hawke. He’s a very sweet guy with attractive features to boot, but that has no meaning since he’s undesirable by a very strange phobia–genophobia, or the fear of sex. He’s had girlfriends, but when it came down to it, if it got too hot and heavy, he’s scared shitless–literally. In the following scene, he’s on his 10th girlfriend, Shannon. After making out, she’s ready to kiss him below the belt until…

Hawke: No.
Shannon: What?
Hawke: I…I…I can’t do this. I feel so sick.
Shannon: Why?
Hawke: I…just do.
Shannon: Does my breath stink? I mean, if it does, you can tell me. I wouldn’t want a guy going down on me with bad breath.
Hawke: No, it’s not that. It’s just…
Shannon: Oh…my…you’re gay!
Hawke: No! I just can’t have sex with you.
Shannon: But…I’m only gonna blow you.
Hawke: That’s sex too! No penetration, no blowjobs, no cunnilingus, nothing! I…I just can’t.
Shannon: Sweetie…I just wanted to give you your birthday present.
Hawke: I don’t want it!
Shannon: Now you’re being irrational. You never say no to anything! In fact, you’re the first guy who’s said no to sucking dick.
Hawke: Oh, so you really are good with your lips.
Shannon: WHAT?!!
Hawke: Nothing. I…I have genophobia. My psychiatrist told me that it’s a very unusual phobia, so it’s not too easy to deal with it.
Shannon: You have an irrational fear of getting fucked? Out of all the guys I’ve dated, you are, by far, the strangest.
Hawke: I’m…sorry. I’ve always wanted to have sex. I mean, I’ve fought tooth and nail so that I could. It’s just that nothing worked. I’m still sexless, and I’m still scared of it.
Shannon: Hawke, your birthday’s tomorrow. If you don’t want sex, what do you want?
Hawke: Do I have to have something?
Shannon: A cake?
Hawke: Yeah…a cake. That’s safe. I don’t have cakeaphobia.
Shannon: Ah, okay. So how many candles should I put on it?
Hawke: Um…40?
Shannon: *coughs* Um…on second thought, I’ll send you a card in the mail.
Hawke: Wait, what do you mean?! Where are you going?
Shannon: I’m sorry, I can’t see you anymore. I have a…sudden case of gerontophobia¹.
Hawke: Since when?!
Shannon: As of one minute ago. Have a nice life! You ain’t got a chance in hell.