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The October 2002 Silver Clitorides Awards Nominees.
Asian Beauty's Dark Desires by Black DemonBlowing Off Betsy BJs by Father IgnatiusEnchante by Number 6Episode 36: Lust for the Aliens by Jimmy HatA Fool Such As I by DrSpin (Also at Ruthie's Club)The Gift By Jules at http://bleachblondbondage.tripod.com/Hjemve by Parthenogenesis aka threefriedeggs)LaDonna and Sparky by Cal RitterLet Yourself Go by Selena JardineMaddie and the Dust Motes by SouvieThe Missing Mail by Al SteinerPogo Stick by Number 6The Question of a Third by One Idle HandTag by Shon Richards |
The October 2002 Silver Clitorides Awards Finalists.
Blowing Off Betsy BJs by Father IgnatiusEnchante by Number 6A Fool Such As I by DrSpin (Also at Ruthie's Club)Hjemve by Parthenogenesis aka threefriedeggs)Let Yourself Go by Selena JardineThe Missing Mail by Al SteinerTag by Shon Richards |
The October 2002 Silver Clitorides Awards Presentation.
"Hold still." Gary couldn't help fidgeting, as his Muse tied the noose-like object around his neck. "I hate these things." "Oh, hush. You look good in formal wear." Gary rolled his eyes. He'd suspected his Muse told the occasional "little white lie." This was confirmation. Actually, he considered this one an outright whopper. Only Hollywood actors looked good in formal dress. Guys like Timothy Dalton or Pierce Brosnan. Shaken, not stirred. He tried once again to avoid it. "Look, I'm not into BDSM. This thing is a collar and leash if I ever saw one. If I have to wear one, couldn't it at least be a clip-on?" "No." He knew that "no." It was the "no" that said, "You'll shut up about this if you know what's good for you." It didn't matter. Gary had never known what was good for him, and he knew that, at least. He persisted. "But it's La Taverna. People like to be comfortable there. Let their hair down. Flirt. They have comfy bar stools. They have comfy tables..." "It'll be the comfy chair for you if you don't hold still." Gary rolled his eyes again. "Ha, ha. Very funny." Finally she cinched it tight against his Adam's apple. "There. All set." She snapped her fingers. Gary was disoriented for a moment. Teleportation always had that effect on him. He looked around. He was on La Taverna's stage - he'd expected that. He looked to the left. The curtains buldged slightly, and 10 pairs of spit-shined white boots peeked out from the bottom. Turning to the right, the curtains bulged even more, hiding any trace of footwear. He shrugged. Looking out at the patrons, he did see a mixture of formal and casual clothing. There was that sysop guy in a penguin suit - no surprise there, considering. Fine. As much as he hated ties, he figured he might as well get on with it. "Good Evening, Ladies, Gentleman, Turtles, Dragons, Nymphs, Cats and Dogs." By the time he finished that much, a semi-respectful semi-silence had fallen over the patrons. Some were even paying attention. "It gives me great pleasure once again to announce the winners of the Silver Clitorides Awards. The Winners of the Silver Clitorides Awards for the Best Story of the Month of October, 2002, are 'Enchante' by Number 6 and 'Let Yourself Go' by Selena Jardine. "Congratulations, Number 6. Congratulations, Selena. And congratulations to all the nominees and finalists." Okay. Some ties he didn't hate. |
The October 2002 Silver Clitorides Awards Winners
Enchante by Number 6Let Yourself Go by Selena Jardine |