Okay, so I have to give it to Jennie, she swore to me that there would be blog fodder in my family. Originally I didn’t see it though. I had my mom’s best friend and her clan visiting first. Though they had little news to share, other than the fact that hey, they’re all still alive and kicking it was just stuff that I could divine from their Facebook pages.
Yes, it was nice to physically touch them. Hugs are great. Kisses too. There’s the cousin who got out of jail or just graduated from college. I can’t remember. The someone who had a baby and I remember when I changed their diapers. All and all I had no fodder for the blog from them.
Then my aunt and her minster of a husband, my uncle got into town. Clearly these recently retired individuals would have nothing for me to blog about. So I went with the PSA about the library last week.
My aunt and uncle and I chatted about my home life which at the time was more interesting. They’ve recently become RV people and they like the lifestyle. They’ve tried to get me interested, however, I really couldn’t see myself moving my house around to RV park after RV park. I dated someone who lived in a mobile home many years ago and I remember thinking it’s not for me.
The idea of removing my own waste just doesn’t make me go, wow, yes that’s the life for me. I once dated a guy who lived in a double-wide and although that was far more home-like to me, still I just never pictured myself in the situation.
Anyway, my uncle started babbling away about wanting to find a space to do a sermon. He wanted to put a listing on craigslist trying to find the congregation for a church I used to attend when I first moved to Atlanta. The church is gone, replaced by a bank or fast food or something. It was a small venue and although their counterpart near Kennesaw is a nice place to visit I haven’t run into one member of the tiny church I took my aunt and uncle to many years ago.
He found a space, a country club that he wanted to check out and then he announced that he wanted to tie the lesson into my book release.
I was like, wait a second, I write porn.
He said that’s okay. This’ll work. We’ll have the church service and then do a book signing right after.
I was like, but no, I write porn.
He said we’ll relabel it. It’s romance. He smiled completely clueless to the difference between what I wrote and what he thought I wrote.
Once again, I said um, no, I write porn.
Okay, so my novel isn’t porn. It’s more romance, mystery, all the genres my publishers have labeled it. In fact, the sex is downright tame compared to what I have up on Literotica.
The things I have on Lit are in fact porn. Well erotica, but yeah, porn. It was written for dirty old men who have minds that freely wander into the gutter. My visiting aunt who had read everything I wrote up until I started posting on Lit was my original target audience.
Her as a target reader was an accident of course, as she offered to read whatever I wrote. It was before I had the courage to publish anything. I was receiving such positive feedback from my aunt I didn’t share with anyone except her. This is also why I hate my first novel. Nothing against my aunt, but the novel I meant to write should never have had her in mind as a target audience. I sanitized my writing thinking that she would read it.
I had to make a change and I found Literotica. I decided to stop sending my aunt my writing and wrote with an entirely different audience in mind. Strangers. Men. Women. People looking for a good story that well, um, could be used for masturbation material. That’s what I wanted to write and so I did. A few years later I wrote my second novel.
I actually sent that novel to my aunt to read. She read every single dirty word and had nothing but glowing things to say about my writing in general. She enjoyed it, however, I didn’t write it for her so I was able to write it. I really didn’t expect her to read it when I wrote it. I’m sure it wouldn’t have half the graphic sex scenes it did if I had her in mind while writing it.
That’s the thing about writing. Even though I didn’t mean to do it, I would naturally edit my writing based on who I expected to see it. If I expect only older men who jack off while reading what I write, I’m a lot less careful about the sex scenes or unlocking my dark and twisted Muse and letting her play. I use all kinds of dirty words, naughty conversation, and describe things I believe will leave the reader aroused and stroking. In other words, I write porn.
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