This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Parody/Poetry
Tortiillas
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You can make hot fresh tortillas easily if you have
You can't learn as an adult
You're almost born knowing. Early on you learn that the best masa is soft
Good masa smells of sweet fresh corn
Damp without being wet. In your hands it smooths,
You stoke the fires hot to start And then ready the tortilla for the heat. You've got to pat pat pat
Tortillas made with love get flavored by the patting. I can't tell you how many pats
Time for the fire. Your grill applies heat in hard, hot lines
Darken its skin and make the moisture steam Until it's so hot your hand can hardly bear to
Turn it over
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The End
This is my first poem. I've never written one before -- I'm not that sort of Chicana critic.
From where it came I've no idea. I can't make tortillas, have never even tried. En mi familia that knowledge is lost with the women de mi abuelita's generation. We use tortillarias and don't even make our own masa. My aquaintence with masa comes from my experiences with tamales. And even those I'm lame at making.
Is it right masa for tortillas or tamales to be damp without being wet? I'm not even sure of that.
The poem expresses something important. The F/F side of my sexuality (tortillarias is Mexican slang for both women and lesbians) and has BDSM -- even more specifically spanking -- overtones. It was inspired, if inspired is even the right word, by Sandra Cisneros's story My Friend Lucy Who Smells Like Corn.
© Copyright Summer, 2002
Reviews
Tami <tamishy(at)webtv(dot)net>
It's no surprise this came from Mija, she just has an uncanny knack of making anything sound erotic. But, it's very soft, obliviously anyone else(vanilla) who reads this would quite possibly enjoy it for what it is, and not have any idea of it's true meaning.
A lovely poem, I encourage you to write some more.
Louise <louise(at)nunn58(dot)freeserve(dot)co(dot)uk>
On first reading I found this a little confusing, but on reading it again I found it very clever although very subtle. For me maybe slightly more obvious references to spanking would have been appreciated!.
I think this is a very original idea, and not something that I would have readily likened to spanking. Bravo!
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
It's a real treat to find poetry like this. The tortilla metaphor is an interesting one, and is sustained very well throughout the poem without having to be explicitly stated or overdone. It reminded me of the conceits, the extended metaphors, found in the Metaphysical poets like Donne and Marvell. It works excellently to convey the different levels of spanking, starting slow and getting more severe. The last line is particularly evocative, suggesting a very raw and explicit image; the phrase «split it open» is very erotic in this context. Excellent.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
This poem is sweet and tender - and it is good. Sexy and squirmy, as well. I'm not sure whether tortillas fetish exists, but this tale of making them is positively steamy. Whew.