I have changed the rating on this blog to ‘R’ – which means it is suitable only for those who are seventeen or above.
Because I do not want to have to limit myself as a writer – and one of the things I write about is sex!
As some of you will be aware, I published a book of short pieces, entitled ‘Come Laughing!’ in December 2014. It was very difficult for me to categorise this book – and, in a move I now regret, I called it ‘Humorous Erotica’ and, even worse, ‘Poetic Porn’.
I know why I did this: I wanted to make a splash – wanted loads of people to buy and read my book and thought the words ‘erotica’ and ‘porn’ would draw them in.
But we have to be very careful, and precise, in our terminology, don’t we? Especially if we are women writing openly, and often graphically, about sex. Yes, people were grabbed by the descriptors – but not in a wanting to read the book way, if you catch my drift!
So the truth is, I have very forthright views about sexual matters, and a blunt (nay coarse) way of expressing them; I also have a bawdy, loud, vulgar sense of humour. Each of the sixty-nine pieces in the book (69 chosen deliberately as a number: I never said I was subtle!) deals with one aspect of sex: Masturbation, IUDs, making noise versus silence, talking dirty: You name it, I have probably included it. But there is an underlying humour, often quite savage, in the opinionated pieces. Other stories are little descriptive vignettes, often based upon my own experiences, and several pieces using ghastly, over-sexed made-up characters and allowing them to have their say. I am particularly proud of the Greek section!
Unfortunately, I gave far too low a rating when I started this blog eleven months ago – and, as a result, have fallen into a few traps, most notably the one in which my more saucy Daily Prompt pieces have been shuttled to one side or, in one case, had the comments closed (though not by me!) after an hour.
Yesterday, the Prompt word ‘Flames’ heated up my imagination – but, mindful of the constraints, I tried to make the resulting piece at least a tiny bit subtle. In other words, I eschewed my usual cheerfully irreverent use of specific terms for genitals and wrote it in a way that could be read two ways (though not, I suspect, by many!!).
Now? Look, hell, I love writing about sex. It gives me pleasure and makes me laugh like a drain. Why shouldn’t I? But, as an ex-teacher of teenagers, and the mother of my own, I do know that some things are of questionable taste for the young and, in some cases, easily influenced – and so I have compromised: I am not going to put my writing in the X-rating box because it is not that extreme, but I will give it an ‘R’ so that people have that element of choice. Fair?
I think so…
Meanwhile, why not read ‘Flames‘ if you haven’t already?