Saturday, February 25, 2012
Is Erotic Romance being surpressed really a problem? Let me tell you a story...
Johnny lives with his elderly father and works for a bank downtown, across from the
High School. Every day he stands by his office window to watch the sweet, young school teacher scurry inside moments before the bell tolled.
One day he decides to attend her Religious Studies class and the musical tone of her voice lulls him as she reads from the bible, "
Howbeit, otherwise also she is truly my sister, the daughter of my father, and not the daughter of my mother, and I took her to wife. And after God brought me out of my father’s house, I said to her: Thou shalt do me this kindness: In every place, to which we shall come, thou shalt say that I am thy brother."
Sorry, I forgot. I write erotic romance. Must not mention those things. Hmm…let me think…
Ah! I got it!
Sergeant Brady slumped into his chair and stared at the photo in front of him. The mangled body, all that remained of the sweet,
18 year old girl, lay half submerged in the swamp, legs spread wide as though her murderer wanted to show off how brutally he'd raped her.
Nancy stretched her paws and barked back at her mate eager to shift so she could take him in her arms. But as he sank his teeth into the fur at her nape
and mounted her, she realized she didn't want to wait.
Gah! All right. One last one?
Ted tucked his
tow-headed toddler into bed and smiled at his wife as she slipped up to his side.
I'm not going to rant about what's going on or why, so many others have said it all better than I ever could. But I will say this. I am an author and I write stories. Maybe, one day, all that will be sold at certain vendors is watered-down versions of erotica with no substance. Erotic romance will become 'acceptable' by coloring careful between pre-approved lines. Maybe my books will be out there with a different label on them, shunned by polite society.
Doesn't matter one way or another. They will be out there.
My favorite books are those books that make me care about the characters, that make me afraid for them, angry at them, happy, sad, and yes, sometimes aroused. Without a story, it's just endless slapping of flesh on flesh, probably in missionary so it doesn't break any new rules. I couldn't care less that these two random people are boinking! Any more than I would care if that detective solves the case, or the rebels win the war, without some kind of investment in the characters. If a author can't take me away to an imaginary place where these people are real, I have no interest in reading their books.
And I have no interest in writing books where I avoid certain topics because of what someone else considers right or wrong. I also won't put up with people deciding there's something wrong with my readers because they're reading 'icky' and 'horrible' material.
So what am I trying to say here? Well, my muse won't start inspiring me to write about fluffy bunnies. Unless they're were-bunnies. Doing it in a BDSM club in fluffy form. The lady bunny has a gag in her mouth, and she's crying while the man bunny holds her down and screws the cotton ball tail off her. Consensual? Who knows. But them's some kinky bunnies!
Some people are afraid we'll cave to censorship, but I just want to assure you all that we deviant authors aren't going anywhere. So could Paypal's new stance be a problem?
Long term? Nope. This is just a road bump. Maybe that bump took the air out of a few tires and we've got to drive around on a spare for awhile, but that's about it. ;)