Saturday, July 5, 2014

Erotic romance, erotica, or porn?

I was standing in the receiving line at a funeral, of all places, when someone I hadn't seen in at least twenty years smiled and spoke to me, then asked me if I knew the deceased. I smiled and said, "Well, I should hope so. He was my uncle." I got the funniest look from her because she's my cousin. She had no idea who I was, not a clue. When I finally told her, after forcing her to squirm for several minutes, she asked the question I always dread:

"So, what are you doing these days?"

Aww, yeah, there it is. So I say, as I always do, "I write." And then comes the other question I always dread:

"Really? So what do you write?"

You knew that's what I was going to say. Of course, first they must get past their shock that I might actually be able to string a group of words into an intelligible sentence. That's sometimes funny and sometimes just downright infuriating; guess that depends on how many idiots from the Middle East have sent me PMs on Facebook that day calling me "bb." So I hem and haw and look at the floor, and then they ask the next question that I always dread, because I know as sure as there's rain on my birthday that it's coming:

"Oh! You don't write something naughty, do you?"

I got that from a guy at Home Depot too, only I think it was more like, "You don't write them dirty books, do ya?"

So I tell them, yeah, that's exactly what I write. I'm not ashamed of it. I write under a pseudonym but, as you might remember if you've read my blog posts before (and shame on you if you haven't), it's not because I don't want anyone knowing what I write. It's because my real name is so damn long and hard to pronounce - difficult enough, in fact, that I've had people argue with me as to how to pronounce it. (What's wrong with me? How could I be this old and still not know how to pronounce my own name? I must be a real imbecile.) And I certainly don't talk about it in the presence of certain family members, mostly my daughter's inlaws, because I really, truly don't give a fuck what anyone in my own family thinks. Seriously. Couldn't care less.

They usually ask me about it. Honestly, they most often ask me for a business card. I don't apologize, and I don't consider that pimping. Any other business person, when asked for their business card, would gladly share one, and I'm no exception. For me, this IS a business, or at least I treat it like one, even though by looking at my bank statement you'd never guess it. But I digress. So, when they ask me what I write, erotic romance or erotica doesn't cut it. They have no idea what that means. I have to find some way to describe it without being descriptive. That makes no sense, but here goes.

I usually say something like, "Well, let's see . . . have you read 'Fifty Shades?'" I almost always get an affirmative on that. Then I say something like, "If you've read that, then mine are like that, only on steroids. And maybe with 'roid rage. Just sayin'."

You know, I didn't know so many people had the talent of being able to jack up one eyebrow, but it seems they do. Amazing.

Anyway, that's usually followed by a "really?" Or maybe a "you're kidding, right?" Sometimes it's followed by an "oh, my." But that's pretty rare.



So I've been grappling with a way to explain to people what I write. To do so, I had to really, really figure out what the words meant.

I write erotic romance. It's pretty damn raunchy. There are lots of naked people, lots of body parts, and LOTS of sex. Lots. Not kidding. And it's pretty wild sex too. A lot of it includes fetishes. If you don't know what that means, look it up - that's an entire blog post for another time. Lots of positions, some only for the double-jointed. Lots of combinations, as in couples, ménages (you can look that up too), singles, etc. Weird locations. Strange situations. If you can think it up, it's okay because, basically, it's an "anything goes" kind of thing. Except for one.

There is NO CHEATING. Not cool in erotic romance. If your hero or heroine cheats on the love interest, that's almost always a death sentence for the work. Nobody wants that. Regardless if the guy is an undercover mob boss and has just had three guys snuffed for stealing his kid's lemonade stand, have him put his willy in any other heroine than the one he just snatched from his sworn enemy and is holding hostage because it was love at first sight, and your readers are going to turn on you like Boehner on Pelosi. That will be the end of your literary career.

Why, you ask? Because in erotic romance, readers expect a "happily ever after." Doesn't matter that they may be the most despicible individual in the world. As long as they have one redeeming quality, just one, they deserve what we in the business call an HEA. Gotta happen. And the joy is in the journey: Readers enjoy the ups and downs that it takes to get the two individuals together forever, for at least a "happily for now," which is also acceptable, as long as there's going to be another book in which they'll have their HEA.

Oh, and please note: I said hero and heroine. It can just as easily be hero and hero, or heroine and heroine, or hero and heroine and hero, or hero and hero and heroine and hero, and . . . well, you get the idea.

I also write some erotica. It's pretty much the same as above, except for two things. The first is that it's a lot raunchier - I mean A LOT. We're talking orgies, swapping, things like that. The second is that there are not "happily ever afters" required in erotica. Matter of fact, most readers don't expect or want that in erotica. Mine usually have just a touch of romance, because most of my readers are romance readers and I want them to enjoy the erotica too. Which I'm pretty sure they do. But they'll never tell.

What I DON'T write is pornography. In porn, there are no personalities. There is no story line. There is no hero or heroine. It's just sex. Nothing else. Sex for the sake of sex. No regard for feelings. No concern for safety. It's just sex.

"Well," you might say, "there's sex going on in your books, so it's porn." Yeah, and that thing that keeps you from pulling your pants up correctly might just be a stick up your ass. No, don't pull it out on my account. I don't give a shit if it hurts like hell when you sit. It's your stick and your ass and you have the right to have it up there as far as it'll go in your business if that's what you want.

But don't get mad if I make that part of a scene in a book, okay? And no, I'm not going to give you any of the profits.

So when they blush as they get the answer to the question of what I write, I don't. I don't see a damn thing wrong with it. I enjoy it. Does it arouse me? Yeah, sometimes. Do I do my own research? Tee-hee-hee, yeah, sometimes. Okay, most of the time. And I'm still not blushing. But when I answer their questions, do you know what usually happens?

They turn to whomever they're with, show them the business card, and whisper and giggle. Or, most often, they ask for more business cards so they can share them with their friends, and I do my best to stifle a laugh or, at the least, a cheesy grin. Because I know the truth.

We're all having those thoughts. Go ahead and deny it, but you know it's true. Quit fighting them and embrace them. Have a little fun. Okay, have a lot of fun. Sex is only dirty if you don't shower before and after; otherwise, it's all the good, clean fun you can stand (that is unless you're bound to a St. Andrew's cross being flogged and then buggered from behind, and then it's more fun than you can stand).

So that's what happens when I'm asked what I do. I've learned to be truthful and accept the consequences. And carry a lot of business cards. Speaking of which, it's time to order more.

4 comments:

  1. I thoroughly enjoyed this!! Excellent story! Thanks for starting my day off with a great laugh and some tips to use in the future!

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    1. Thanks for coming by and reading, Elaine! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. You just made a proud weird smut writer's day! :-)

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  2. I love this! When I started reviewing, I was so nervous as to what people would say when they found out EVERYTHING I like to read. I go through spells of what I feel like reading and one of those spells include books like yours. I sat with baited breath for a while and then one day I decided enough was enough. I am an adult and I prefer things that many people around here either shun....or hide. I am still working on my courage when actually spoken to about it, but reading this makes me smile and happy. The reaction you seem to get is what I found more often than not. So....go! Order those business cards!

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    1. Thanks, Brandi! Don't be nervous. If people can't accept you as you are, then you don't need them. And often, family is the worst of the bunch. There's nothing wrong with what I write or you read. It just isn't some people's cup of tea, and that's fine. If that's the case, then, well, I didn't write it for THEM anyway! I hope you're enjoying the books and keep reading. Reading this made ME smile and happy! :-)

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