This isn’t a story, but a musing after a couple months back at the blog looking back, and forward, and here.
Over eleven and a half years after the Back through the lens post and discussion, the topic is still… topical. So much in the world has changed, but the needle on acceptability of erotica in the States, and even more so transgressive erotica, has moved very little. Despite the intense and intentional blurring of the lines of what transgression actually means in most of the last 5 years.
I kind of which more had changed. I wish more people were comfortable in their own skins, and comfortable leaving the skins of others alone and intact, to allow imagination and adventure to seem more welcoming and less dangerous (in the not-fun way). Don’t get me wrong, I do see some progress, but I see the forces of regression and repression, if not stronger, more aggressive than ever before.
Still, people are people, and many of them like to fuck, and/or spend a little or lot of time getting around to fucking, and they like reading about it, thinking about it, watching it, even if they tell you – scream at you – that they’re not and neither should you be.
I’ll bring a comment from the old thread here, because it’s no less true or important now than when I first put it together (and I guarantee others have thought and said it before me).
I recently said (well, tweeted) in response to a friend that your own fantasy is the ne plus ultra of control – every character, every situation, every action is your construction. It allows you unlimited freedom to explore anything – including *loss* of control and consent. Any transgression. It has power no one else’s story can give you. We are our own gods, and we’d better get used to it.
People afraid of that power they have over themselves often need – and thus create – an external power to reign themselves in, and some of them extrapolate outward to force others to do the same. The irony is that this external power is born out of exactly what they fear, and becomes dangerous precisely because they cede control over it.
The only advice I can give is whether you think it’s godlike or not, don’t abdicate your own power. Whether by voice, or keyboard, or simply your own mind. Don’t run away from yourself.
This is a bit of a ramble, I suppose. I came here to say I feel not much has changed about how I feel about my own writing, except I’ve more comfortable with it, however it comes, when it comes at all. Literary, smutty, purple, romantic, transgressive, taboo it’s all mine whatever name I put it under. I’m lucky enough to be able to express it in words that sometimes makes a story, oftentimes less or other than a story, and sometimes people like to visit them – or not.
Have I clarified anything? Made things more blurry instead? I guess every now and then you have to check the lens and see if you’re lost or are losing focus, or if there’s a need for a new prescription altogether.
Has this aspect of the world changed for you, reader? How?