More often than not I receive judgmental smiles and those suddenly uncomfortable look away moves whenever I tell people that I write adult erotica books. Even as people page through my book or see teasers of it, I’m given that smile.
You know that smile, right? That smile that says “well done, but why can’t you write about real stories?” or “don’t let our children read it.”
Honestly, I don’t write for children. It isn’t something I want to do. I’ve tried it once or twice but I always ended up adding sex or language somewhere in the story. Maybe to some I might be crass, but to me, my characters probably project the amount of passion I have.
And real stories? Sex and language is part of real life, right? Or are we still with the stalk theory?
No, I’m not a sex fiend who gets boinked every which way on every other day. Nor am I a potty mouth unless I really have to be.
In fact, any author would tell you that it isn’t even us that we’re writing about. Sure, maybe a quality or two would be siphoned off of us, but everything else is pure creativity.
This might have me losing brownie points, but what the actual fuck?
This is story-telling. That is exactly what Fifty Shades of Grey was about. It doesn’t mean that suddenly every woman/man who writes erotica has certain guilty pleasures or adapt that kind of a lifestyle—honestly even if they do, it isn’t anyone’s right to judge—it is what works with a story.
Even if there isn’t any need for the extra-special BDSM sex play, so what if an author decides to put it in? *pun intended* teehee.
Authors have stories to tell, be it personal or fictional, that is what we do.
Comparing every story to a label of whatever is hot out there in that moment, is an insult to the author and to your intelligence.
If you do not understand it, don’t judge it. Leave it where you found it and carry on with life. Talk crap about the character if you want. Talk about how the story never made sense in your head. Don’t bash an author though. Don’t give them those uncomfortable stares and sly smiles that say, I know what goes on in your head, you sex freak!
Where is this coming from you may ask?
Well, the other day I was asked why don’t I try my hand at writing children books. I laughed and said, “That isn’t something I’m looking to do just yet.”
To that end I was given a long lecture about how even adults prefer Harry Potter over books like Fifty Shades.
Firstly, two completely different genres. Don’t compare the two.
Secondly, so what? If there are adults out there that shy away from sex in books, then power to them. It is their choice. Just like how it is my choice to write the kind of books I want to write.
If no one reads it, it is okay. I had a story to tell and I did, and it’s out there… making me immortal.
Storylines can always match. There will always be hundreds of books about a human that falls in love with a vampire, the billionaire and the poor girl, the reformed bad boys, and the super rich lifestyle—it will always be there.
But in each word between each cover lies the dreams of the individual whose name is on the book.
Maybe respect that before judging someone for what story they choose to tell.