I haven’t quite known how to respond to the events at Sandy Hook. My heart is broken; and almost goes out of writing erotica. But the best erotica, for me, has always started and ended in love. I’m under no illusions though. I by no means imagine that all sex is beautiful or wonderful. Human sexuality is as fraught by our failings and limitations as anything we do. At our best though, our creative genius makes sex and love among our most beautiful, graceful and profoundly communicative acts. At our best, we express our love for each other, our appreciation for each other’s compelling grace, beauty and mysteriousness through our sense of eroticism and erotic play. I try to capture that in my stories, whether in the story itself or the spirit in which it’s written: eroticism’s playfulness, equality and joy. And that brings me back to grief. The best dictum that I have read is that even in moment’s of profound tragedy, be comforted by those among us who demonstrate our capacity for love and compassion. Erotica is not all that I write, but even in my erotica I hope to live up to that dictum; that what I write adds to our storehouse of love. December 20th, 2012 • William Crimson
I felt both grief and anger when I heard about Sandy Hook.
But I know where you are coming from and I agree, this sort of horror strengthens our power and need to love.
Such a deep, deep anger, the kind that’s too easy to become lost in.
Thank you for these compelling words. In anger we get lost in the darkness. I am nearly overcome, not by anger, per se, for to me, that focus’ too much on the power of the taker. I don’t know his name, I refuse to learn it. I don’t want to know of his family, issues, or reasons. The act is done, and for now my heart aches for all the parents who sit in grief, the siblings who survived and were left scarred for life, for all of us who were left in shock and horror at the events in Connecticut. My daughter turned 6 this weekend, and while giving her birthday hugs, I teared up, thinking of other parents who would never be able to do this simple act, ever again, with their lost child. My heart bleeds, Will. In love, we can come together. In the acts of our sexual needs, we prove we are human, in the most basic way, by sharing ourselves with another. I don’t only write romantic sexual exploits, but it is the basis of many of my tales…because so many people like the dark stuff…but also like the happy ever after. We can give them that, Will, that connection, that happy escape.
Sending heartfelt hugs…
Beautifully said Will.
Will. You seem almost apologetic for your great art as an erotic story teller at a time of such grief. Surely this does not need to be so. We look to the artist to be more resilient at this time. Use you literary skills to speak out against the madness of allowing such weapons to fall into the hands of people capable of contemplating such atrocities.
“At our best though, our creative genius makes sex and love among our most beautiful, graceful and profoundly communicative acts. At our best, we express our love for each other, our appreciation for each other’s compelling grace, beauty and mysteriousness through our sense of eroticism and erotic play.”
Well said! I completely agree. I think when you can lift eroticism to a higher level than simply physical pleasure, as nice as that is, then you begin to touch on the deeper mysteries of our existence. As you said, love is the all important factor in all this. Love make eroticism that much deeper.
Thanks to you all. Nilla, thank you and hugs. Window box, perhaps this post is my try at resilience :-) ; and Racer, given your recent brush with mortality, I don’t doubt that the importance of love and spirituality in eroticism is keenly felt. I look forward to seeing what new directions your experience takes you.