This post has been sitting in my draft folder for a couple of weeks now, or at least the mostly blank page, bar a couple of little notes. I resisted writing it because if I had done so when I first saved it, it would have been a huge, angry, one-sided rant, mostly fueled by my sensitive nature; I get so damn offended, so damn easily. On top of that I have this huge problem with not feeling good enough, with feeling as though everyone judges me, with feeling as though I don’t fit in.
What was it that sent me into this whirl of anger and… well, pissed-off-ed-ness? Fifty Shades of Grey. That’s what. Continue reading
I was in bed with my wifey this morning and we were discussing what is going to happen next in the WIP I am currently working on. The characters are going to have sex (writing erotica it is a common occurance!) and I mentioned them having a chance to finally have ‘nice slow, undressing each other sex’. My next comment was WE NEVER UNDRESS EACH OTHER! Then I thought about it more and I honestly can’t remember having sex that involved nice slow undressing of one another.
I’m sure it must have happened to a certain extent in the past. Perhaps I had help taking my top off, perhaps I helped him undo his pants… but I don’t remember having an experience like the ones so often portrayed in film and books… Continue reading