I write stuff that can be seen by the public. This has its risks and rewards. I don’t care too much about either of those things. But I am noticing a trend. Maybe I am just waking up from a long sleep or finally surrendering my ancient cloak of denial. But I am noticing things about love.
First of all, I am tired of people using the word carelessly. “I love that new shade of orchid paint.” “I love men with beards.” “I love you”. This word is so necessary. But so over used. Maybe that is a good thing. And what are my choices? “The way you look tonight gives me an abundance of positive feelings.” “I feel so many different positive emotions about my new grand child, I cannot begin to put it into words.” To the rescue: “I love her.”
I frequent a popular website that deals with Romance Novels. There are several very popular ones. Romance novels, I believe, account for about 65% of all books sold. Any –tech, fiction, whatever. They tell you on this site about conventions to go to. They have interviews, do reviews, do guest posts, have a very dynamic comment section. (Used to be way more dynamic and fun, but they messed with the format and it is not so much fun anymore.) They talk about who is having a special sale and even get into the on going war between trad and e publishing. Kind of. Anyway. . .
Today I read a review about a “romance” novel that is considered an “erotic” romance novel. There are guidelines. A “Romance” must have the HEA, the Happily Ever After. It is required. Any story can have lots of sex. My understanding is that a novel uses sex as a plot device to drive the story. With pure Erotica, the point is titillation and not story telling. So right away, I am confused. Well, one person stated that in an erotic romance it starts out with “instalust” and then they fall in real love and it becomes a romance novel complete with the required Happily Ever After. So this book they discussed today, they had instalust and the guy knew right away she wanted to be dominated. (A big tee hee goes out to all you males out there. Any of you that thinks your initial impression of a female is the correct one is just clueless or six.) So during the course of this initial meeting they are teasing about this huge sexual dynamic they are aware of and he says (I did not read the book, just the review, and the author of the review did not want to put this in the review. You could tell she finally has to to make her point) “You’re gonna blow me.”
Basically, a guy she just met is telling her he is going to put his dick in her mouth. Seriously? Maybe they had a chuckle over that, but, to me, that is not romantic or seductive. It’s not even polite. And they get around to that, add in a few surprise orgasms, sexual intensity that causes blackouts, falling in love and living happily ever after. I’ll give them six months.
There is a YA book that is very popular right now and it is being recommended on school reading lists. Some schools are in a real tizzy over whether it should be on a recommended list. It’s a about a girl who kind of doesn’t fit in but has this guy pal who is popular, sexually experienced, etc. So for some reason, (I did not read the book) they are in a situation together and he gets aroused by her but they don’t have time to have actual sexual intercourse, so he says, (I am apologizing for this. Call me a wimp.) “Suck me off.” Apparently, and this is NOT where I got the first clue about this, oral sex has less meaning than a smoochie nowadays.
Then, the story I have told before, the researcher in the Bayous finding subjects for some sexual thesis of his design, talking to an older woman, and she says, “I don’t know what is the big deal about sex. It’s just a squirt in the dark.”
Then we go over to Cafe’ Mom where someone confesses she had sex with a married man and thirty people get all over her, calling her a whore amongst other things. Have they never watched Jerry Springer?
What is the deal that “getting off” is this inconsequential thing that takes no advance thought or planning, mono-, homo- hetero, whatever, but then it is the thing that brings down kingdoms? Where is the context for that? Why is the morality of who you exchange intimacy and fluids with so undefined and actually nebulous sometimes and then becomes so powerful a tool that rulers of countries gladly surrender all their power for that next squirt?
Man, you got me here. I’ve been around the block, seen both sides of the coin, walked the walk, talked the talk, taken the A train, gone through it, caused it, felt it, done it, used it, hated it, faked it, needed it, whatever. I am completely unable, even couching it in the most vague terms possible to put any of this into any sort of context. It is just fuel, the words, the acts, the thoughts, fuel to keep the train of life running. Yeah, birds, amoebae, caterpillars, kings, walruses, gas, diesel, hydrogen, kerosene, coal, steam, whatever. Just keep that thing called “life” chugging along. ‘Til it stops.