Wednesday, May 4, 2011
X Is For...
X Is For...XXX
Naughty is the name of my game and I am proud of that fact. When I tell people I write erotica, I get the initial "You write what?" followed by either prurient curiosity, righteous disdain or shock. Writing sex apparently makes me less than. In the blink of an eye, I go from being a fellow writer/interesting person/nice woman to one of those people.
Writing sex makes me a pervert, a lame hack writer, a desperate woman who can't get any and whole host of other rather nasty labels. It's amazing. I write erotic fantasy therefore I'm harboring illicit intentions toward your man/woman/kid. Back off, I obviously can't control myself. Why I might turn into a quivering mass of frenzied desire before your very eyes. I might rape you in public.
And some of my fellow writers are just as ridiculous. I write sex, therefore I have no concept of themes, conflict, characterization, good dialogue, tension or anything resembling good writing skills. All I'm capable of producing is weeping channels, manly rods, quivering lips and raven tresses. Or the more straight forward cunts, pussies, dicks, cocks, thrusts and orgasms.
The third response makes me smile at times and also cringe. When people find out I write sex, they endow me with a wild side to make porn stars blush. I'm the go-to Encyclopedia of All Things Sex. "How do you use those Altoids?" "What's it like being handcuffed to the bed?" "Can you show me how to use that riding crop?" The cringe factor comes in when they feel comfortable blurting things out to me. "I tried anal sex once. It was weird, but good." "My girl gives the best head, she sucks it just hard enough, you know?" No, I don't and I don't want to.
I often wonder if writers in other genres ever get the same responses. Do people expect you know how to stash a body because obviously you've had practice? If your villain chains someone up in the basement, is that because you've done it? Can you really fly a spaceship through an asteroid field? Do you mix poisons and potions in your spare time?
I will admit I do have my Great Store of Knowledge, but only very, very special people get inside to see my cash and prizes. I write sex. Write It. I am not a pervert/pedophile/nymphomaniac, I am quite capable of crafting well-executed stories. I am not a red light library and no, I don't need to hear about your sex life for inspiration.
I write sex, but it's not all that I am. Sorry for the rant, but over the last week or so, it came to my attention that a high school English teacher in Middleburg, Pennsylvania was persecuted by a group of parents and the local media for being an erotica writer. She's taught at that school for 25 years, but because someone found out she writes erotic fantasy under a PEN NAME, suddenly she's the biggest pervert in the history of the town. The outpouring of support for her, however, has been tremendous. Check out this video made by one of her former students.