I write erotica, pornography, literary porn – whatever you choose to call it. And in that kind of territory, I see no need for realism.
Dear pornographers: Can 2016 please be the year when we retire the bed?
I’ve become fascinated with a particular fetish which I tentatively call “transgression”. I argue that something like this is behind our fascination with “beauty and the beast” type stories. A fetish which works by exaggerating current gender stereotypes.
There seems to be an almost endless supply of blonde bombshells with hourglass figures, long legs and huge breasts. But where is the burly, stocky, brutal male porn star to ravish the beauty? I think we need him…