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Jules Godson

Here’s the brief “about me,” book jacket style, mildly tongue-in-cheek: I’m from all over, now the East Coast, and have Ivy League degrees in science and law. I love to write and erotica is a fine ...mehr sehenHere’s the brief “about me,” book jacket style, mildly tongue-in-cheek: I’m from all over, now the East Coast, and have Ivy League degrees in science and law. I love to write and erotica is a fine way to turn a dirty mind into a few honest paychecks. I have never lost the pleasure of getting a stranger, male or female, throbbing hot and squirmy by inking a few well-chosen words of liquid lust. Enjoy the ride. Why write erotica? I like a challenge, and it’s fun. Besides enjoying thinking and writing about sex, I want to depart from the stereotype and create erotica with real characters who do plausible things. It’s great to have a sense of humor, too; sex can be very silly. Lifeless sex scenes and bad writing violate the cardinal rule of writing: they are boring. It should be healthy and interesting to talk about sex, one of mankind’s greatest preoccupations. My first publisher wrote eloquently that she “feels erotic fiction is a joy in itself, but she also likes to imagine that each new erotic story is the missing piece to a novel, which had been made less human by excluding sex.” Here is a little more about me (or what I think) if you care or dare. Sex is a portal to so many important topics: "Life in Lubbock, Texas, taught me two things: One is that God loves you and you’re going to burn in hell. The other is that sex is the most awful, filthy thing on earth and you should save it for someone you love." —Butch Hancock “Erotica” (whatever that means exactly) is, even today, the bastard genre that doesn’t get invited to the weddings (and where is sex more relevant than a wedding?), even though it’s one of the few profitable ones. This really is a shame. Sex is one of the finest things in life, narrowly edged out by eating and breathing and thinking—not that sex is necessarily exclusive of thinking—yet the public enjoyment of sex cowers in the twilight. Libido is celebrated ad nauseum in every medium of television, print, film, but discussing the delicious mechanics of sex is surprisingly taboo. To do so even in the most sex positive light is often denounced as pornography or obscene. Couples are supposed to cleave to each other in love, even lust, while not dwelling too much at what happens in the nether regions, let alone letting anyone else see. A little bashfulness is a fine thing, but why is wanting something easier to talk about than the having of it? "My reaction to porn films is as follows: After the first ten minutes, I want to go home and screw. After the first 20 minutes, I never want to screw again as long as I live." —Erica Jong, Playboy Magazine, September 1975 We have more openness today that at any time since the last regression into prudery (it really is a cycle with at best a gentle undercurrent of progress) yet few serious authors in other genres would associated their names with erotica. Lady Chatterly’s Lover is literary by itself, and all the more so compared with modern wham-bam phallocentric pulp. So we’re left with the very trashy form of erotica that is at best like a Hostess Twinkie: it gets the job done, provided you don’t hope for anything natural. Then there is kinder, gentler work that is hard to read unless you just want to skip to the “good parts” which may or may not work for you. My writing is and will be I hope a reasonable compromise, and occasionally pleasantly silly. Have fun. I love hearing from you if you do. If you don’t like my work, please help me make it better. It’s not easy to write well, a skill that mostly comes from lifelong practice. Lather, rinse, repeat. Incidentally, if you got injured trying something you read about in one of my stories, I’m not liable but would love to hear the details. Be good. You are what you make for better or ill. —Jules Godson 2012 SLUT |slət|: a woman with the morals of a man.weniger sehen