Got your attention now, eh?
I owe you all My Exalted Opinions on several different manifestations of same-sex sex, but first I had to relate my silly titles.
I was thinking of writing a highwayman story. Cuz I’m all about the highwaymen. What could I call it? I thought. The Highwayman’s Treasure? Well, no, because highwaymen don’t really have treasure, per se. The Highwayman’s Gold? Eh, no…what’s a good word for stolen stuff? Booty? The Highwyaman’s Booty? Uh…yeah.
Which got me thinking about a series of tongue-in-cheek pirate stories: Stolen Booty, Hidden Booty, A Big Pile of Booty, Stealing Booty, Booty in the Chest, My Beloved Booty? How about The Pirate’s Hidden Treasure? The Pirate’s Stick of Gold? Oh, does the hilarity ever stop?
Okay. Now for the sex stuff. First, I do have a very strong opinion about men having sex with each other in the World Cup locker rooms. I am totally against it. Because I am a fan of old-time sports superstitions, or really any kind of semi-obsolete thought on anything, I don’t think footballers should be having any kind of sex during the World Cup, heterosexual or homosexual, in the locker room or in their luxurious hotel rooms filled with champagne and performance-enhancing drugs. (I’m just kidding about the drugs, of course. Ha ha!) No sex! Sex steals their life force, or makes their muscles weak, or whatever the reason used to be for why athletes should keep it in their pants before The Big Game. You want pent-up sexual rage on the field, baby!
Now according to everything I’ve read and seen lately (all my insider info, y’know), the Next Big Thing in the erotic romance game is man-on-man love. Especially when that love is, ah, penetrative. Menage books are big, m/m books are big. Girl-on-girl not so much. I’ve written (to some extent) both.
There is a girl-on-girl scene in my vampire novel (it involves a vibrator, too!) It’s a show being put on for the bad vampire, who is no longer capable of “performing” and so comes up with more and more interesting things to watch. Nobody is particularly tunred on by this except for the bad vamp, but I imagine if you were turned on by that sort of thing, it’s a pretty hot scene. I mean, it’s supposed to be, although it is short and a little less detailed than my other scenes are.
Keep in mind that’s erotic erotic romance, though, meant to be strictly for the over-18s. I wouldn’t put a scene like that in all my stories–it fit this one and gave us some insight into the motivations of Mr. Bad, but apparently readers aren’t big fans of the g-on-g.
M/m, on the other hand…I’ve seen a lot of articles about this lately. And I just wrote my first menage story, along with my excellent crit/writing partner Anna J. Evans. We’ve been wanting to do something together for quite a while, and the opportunity came up.
It isn’t a full, full menage. Technically there is no man/man penetration, although there is some oral and hand interaction. I’m proud of the way we did it, actually, and I love the book (and fingers crossed will have some news soonish!)
What’s my point? I’m not really sure. I definitely prefer to write straight one-man/one-woman stuff. (If for no other reason than keeping your pronouns straight when you have two “he”s and they’re both doing things to each other is really a bitch, and if you’re not careful you sound like you’re describing some sort of man-beast with three hands who’s watching the action in a mirror.) But writing the man/man stuff was fun. It was something different, a bit of a challenge, which is always good.
I’d be sad if the world of erotic romance becomes exclusively women reading about men touching each other. I actually think that says a lot about men today, if you think about it, that women are so desperate for forceful men that they’re now looking for men who spend their time skewering other men in the ass. But I guess that’s a blog for another time…