Critical Discourse: Erotica and Why We Can’t Get No Respect
*Warning: Public Spanking* Back in early May, I wrote a post on why I felt having a ‘Best Male Erotica’ anthology was important to the genre as a whole. I said I felt that it was vital to the genre to have new, original male voices. It generated many thoughtful, interesting comments. One, however, stood […]
My Problem with Sexed Up Classics
I was recently taken to task by a commenter for being judgmental for replying that I didn’t want to read ‘yet another unoriginal retelling’ of a classic with the sex dumped in. This was in reference to recently produced and eroticised version of Wuthering Heights. This is the latest in a slew of sexed-up classics […]
When I Am Laid In Earth, at Highgate
“When I am laid in earth may my wrongs create no trouble in thy breast.” In the silence of dappled light, the endless dead press against me, lithe and soft-footed as hungry cats at dinnertime. Each headstone a mnemonic of life. Some clearly written on stern granite: father, mother, beloved son, wife, only brother born […]
My Wanna Be Elsewhere Playlist
I Should Have Known Better – Wire Rio de Mi Sevilla – Lole Y Manuel When I Am Laid in Earth – Henry Purcell – Jessye Norman Ostia (The Death of Passolini) – Coil Sick, Sick, Sick – Queens of the Stoneage Round Midnight – Julie London Black Sun – Dead Can Dance I Love […]
Sewn Up Tight
Let us find dependable dependencies, self-resourced and admirable, worthy causes and homeless pets and legally purchased sedation, like adults do. Let us need nothing: not flesh, comfort or sanctuary. Let us require no magic words to make the days’ dawn rosy-hued and the nights less solitary. Let us sleep the sleep of the sated and […]
Why don’t we do it in the road?
This deep, murky ocean of meaning we’ve poured on top of our simple need to continue the species. Our outrageous excess of drive. Thousands of years and a million stories to gild the lily of our animal nature. What a castle in the air we’ve created. What complex labyrinths we’ve constructed to keep sperm from […]
A Quiet Revolution
In the bed’s wasteland, I am set upon a mission. Once he’s shed his suit and his tie lies coiled like a dormant serpent on the floor, I engage him in the luxurious expenditure of his energies and, in doing so, deny the great machine its lifeblood. He is unaware of my agenda. Caught up […]
In Praise of Flesh #FridayFlash
I kneel between his legs and slide up his body, smearing skin against skin. The sublime expanse of flesh, belly and chest, a warm surfeit of animality, of temporality, of mortality. The phrase ‘ashes to ashes, dust to dust’ has always made my panties wet.
Unsafe Sex and the Representation of Ideals
We’ve been having a very vibrant conversation on twitter about whether or not a writer of erotic fiction has an obligation to write their sex scenes as ‘safe’, i.e. with the participants wearing condoms. In a way, this is somewhat related to an earlier post I had on the pressure to write sex-positive erotica, to […]
Ribbon Tales: Two: The Token
Once upon a time, long ago in a land far away (so keep your feminist panties on) there was a wise and powerful king. As despots go, he wasn’t a bad one. Within the context of his time, he was as benevolent as kings get. He cared for his country and his subjects, took his […]