Honesty
I've shied away from writing erotica for a long time. Part of me held the notion it was dirty and that it mostly should only be carried in shady porn stores staffed by fat men. Don't get me wrong, I adore my fat man---just not all fat men. Anyway..
In order to get to a place where I could write the kind of literate things that I wanted to read, I had to be honest with myself about what I really needed and desired and wished for-- whether it was correct or not, whether it was anathema to everything or not, whether it was prudish or kinky or frightfully old fashioned or extremely taboo and virtually unheard of and unspoken except in whispers, I had to come to terms with those things to write about them. Why write about them at all then? Because I fucking want to dammit. This isn't an English 101 essay and I can swear however much I want to and it doesn't cheapen my argument--if you think so you are boring and I demand that you leave this place at once--off with your head.
I'm openly hostile here at times, I feel I need to apologize for it but understand that that is my own hang up and my own issue--and that those things can also hinder my writing. I am a young American and I feel the need to push and mangle boundaries--yours and mine. Let me tell you something--art doesn't give a shit about your boundaries or mine. Art wants itself and it wants you to want it *cue cheap trick*
So yeah back to erotica--I dislike that I'll be reading something nice and arousing and then all of the sudden the girl voyeur who was only supposed to be watching gets thrown in and she has two cocks in her mouth, oh yeah I adore that. I don't hate it because I think it's wrong, I hate the forcefullness about it, the fact that the girl is always portrayed as secretly wanting something she doesn't really want. If she does want it then good for her. But yeah author so and so not only did you turn me off, but you threw off my fragile rhythm as well. And this is part of my response to you.
As far as my own sex life I don't lack for passion and I thrive on foreplay, but when it comes down to it, I'm not that good in bed with men. So I want to read about women who are and men who see it for its' beauty and don't label their partner a whore just because she's good.
As far as auditory stimulation goes I believe that the art of dirty talk lies in the way that you use it, the way it rolls off your tounge in a whisper or a moan--don't call it a member, don't call it a love muscle--please fucking spare me, save me from Danielle Steel (who doesn't really write "romance" but really should, but when I think of bad writing I think of her..But I can't blame her, her target audience consists of fluffy women who fall for that shit). A cock is a cock. A cock is a cocked gun and it is ugly and awkward but fun if you aren't looking at it, fun if it isn't being used to degrade you. I realize the definition of degradation varies from person to person--and that is why I'm really liberal when it comes to porn although not as liberal as I am with erotica. My only qualm with most pornography is that you know eight times out of then, the women are not being treated properly--they are doing a job, a very good job that pays well-- and yes they did make a choice, but at the same to do that job does require them to frequently have sex unprotected and to do things they would most likely not do in their own bedrooms, but they suck it up as they are sucking and you can see in their eyes that are slightly mortified--or maybe I'm just projecting I don't know. Don't kid yourselves, a lot of those women have been abused--and some of them not only don't want you--they hate you, and if you take advantage of the fact that a women has been abused to arouse yourself in bed--then you are just as guilty as the person who abused her. The same goes for men who have been abused. There is something vulnerable about a guy who is a little lost puppy--but unfortunately the little lost puppy may like to bite at your heels a bit too often--therefore little lost puppy belongs at the pound and not in my bed. I'm here to shatter your boring fantasies and give you new ones. Some of my own fantasies will be boring to you, but I will try to jazz them up and twist them a bit because I am trying to challenge myself.
If I don't scare you I'm not doing my job.
I will get over my shock value phase--or maybe not, I've always liked to shock and get under people's skin, it's part of what I do. I say the wrong things, I am sometimes awkward and unsure or cocky and rude and all of it makes you uncomfortable right? So fuck it. Might as well just say what I want when I want to--with the exception of the work place and the University environment, where I tend to leave the shocking stuff to the artistes who love that sort of thing more then I do.
Pull.the.curtain.
B A C K
In order to get to a place where I could write the kind of literate things that I wanted to read, I had to be honest with myself about what I really needed and desired and wished for-- whether it was correct or not, whether it was anathema to everything or not, whether it was prudish or kinky or frightfully old fashioned or extremely taboo and virtually unheard of and unspoken except in whispers, I had to come to terms with those things to write about them. Why write about them at all then? Because I fucking want to dammit. This isn't an English 101 essay and I can swear however much I want to and it doesn't cheapen my argument--if you think so you are boring and I demand that you leave this place at once--off with your head.
I'm openly hostile here at times, I feel I need to apologize for it but understand that that is my own hang up and my own issue--and that those things can also hinder my writing. I am a young American and I feel the need to push and mangle boundaries--yours and mine. Let me tell you something--art doesn't give a shit about your boundaries or mine. Art wants itself and it wants you to want it *cue cheap trick*
So yeah back to erotica--I dislike that I'll be reading something nice and arousing and then all of the sudden the girl voyeur who was only supposed to be watching gets thrown in and she has two cocks in her mouth, oh yeah I adore that. I don't hate it because I think it's wrong, I hate the forcefullness about it, the fact that the girl is always portrayed as secretly wanting something she doesn't really want. If she does want it then good for her. But yeah author so and so not only did you turn me off, but you threw off my fragile rhythm as well. And this is part of my response to you.
As far as my own sex life I don't lack for passion and I thrive on foreplay, but when it comes down to it, I'm not that good in bed with men. So I want to read about women who are and men who see it for its' beauty and don't label their partner a whore just because she's good.
As far as auditory stimulation goes I believe that the art of dirty talk lies in the way that you use it, the way it rolls off your tounge in a whisper or a moan--don't call it a member, don't call it a love muscle--please fucking spare me, save me from Danielle Steel (who doesn't really write "romance" but really should, but when I think of bad writing I think of her..But I can't blame her, her target audience consists of fluffy women who fall for that shit). A cock is a cock. A cock is a cocked gun and it is ugly and awkward but fun if you aren't looking at it, fun if it isn't being used to degrade you. I realize the definition of degradation varies from person to person--and that is why I'm really liberal when it comes to porn although not as liberal as I am with erotica. My only qualm with most pornography is that you know eight times out of then, the women are not being treated properly--they are doing a job, a very good job that pays well-- and yes they did make a choice, but at the same to do that job does require them to frequently have sex unprotected and to do things they would most likely not do in their own bedrooms, but they suck it up as they are sucking and you can see in their eyes that are slightly mortified--or maybe I'm just projecting I don't know. Don't kid yourselves, a lot of those women have been abused--and some of them not only don't want you--they hate you, and if you take advantage of the fact that a women has been abused to arouse yourself in bed--then you are just as guilty as the person who abused her. The same goes for men who have been abused. There is something vulnerable about a guy who is a little lost puppy--but unfortunately the little lost puppy may like to bite at your heels a bit too often--therefore little lost puppy belongs at the pound and not in my bed. I'm here to shatter your boring fantasies and give you new ones. Some of my own fantasies will be boring to you, but I will try to jazz them up and twist them a bit because I am trying to challenge myself.
If I don't scare you I'm not doing my job.
I will get over my shock value phase--or maybe not, I've always liked to shock and get under people's skin, it's part of what I do. I say the wrong things, I am sometimes awkward and unsure or cocky and rude and all of it makes you uncomfortable right? So fuck it. Might as well just say what I want when I want to--with the exception of the work place and the University environment, where I tend to leave the shocking stuff to the artistes who love that sort of thing more then I do.
Pull.the.curtain.
B A C K