Posts Tagged ‘sexuality’

Fighting For Reality

April 29, 2010 5 comments

There are some unwritten rules in erotic romance that I’m okay with following. The heroes are always well-hung, for example. TOTALLY okay with that rule.

But there are other “rules” that don’t sit so well with me. Hair, for example. Real men have hair. They have it on their faces, backs, chests, and bellies. I don’t go out of my way to describe a hairy back, mind you, although I personally like it (there, I said it) but all of my heroes have chest hair – crisp, curly chest hair that holds the scent of soap and warm skin – and that hair gives my heroines tactile pleasure.

I was just reading a study where women’s preferences can be correlated to local health. In areas where the overall community health is bad, women dig men with lots of hair, thicker bones, visible musculature. In areas where community health is good, women go for thinner bodies, more delicate features, and less to no hair. The conclusion is that the heavily apparent secondary sexual characteristics are survival markers – denoting men whose genetic health gives them an advantage in an environment without a lot of available interventions.

I wouldn’t want any man who couldn’t defend me during the zombie apocalypse. Some of my heroes are gentle, kind of nerdy men, but they’re still men capable of kicking ass, taking names, and lifting heavy things. My guys don’t just act like alpha men – they look like alpha men. That means hair. Down with waxing! Up with surviving the apocalypse!


Things Not To Do

February 9, 2010 Leave a comment

If you are someone who thinks visually, and you are in the middle of writing a story about distinctive people doing highly erotic and yet in-character things, do not go to YouPorn for any reason. Even if it’s the first time you’ve ever been to YouPorn. ESPECIALLY if it’s the first time you’ve ever been to YouPorn.

As a side note, somewhat related: Ye gods and little fishes, but mankind is astounding in its infinite variety. Should I ever come to feel that I’m writing the same tired sex scene over and over, I know exactly where to go to see things I’ve never even considered in several decades of a) a very active imagination and b) collecting erotic stories.

As another related side note: The next time I whine about being concerned that someone might find my real name and jeopardize my day job, I’m going to try to remember that grandmotherly lady with the glass dildo. She doesn’t just have her name out there. She’s posting her face, among other things. Parts. Whatever. She wasn’t associated with a porn production company either. She doesn’t even seem to have a website. She just made a video and posted it. Grandma Dildo is the one doing all the work to normalize sexual expression, not me. Good for you, lady.