In my previous post, Beyond the Bedroom Door, I blogged about my rather innocent introduction into the world of erotic romance.
…while researching authors in a writing group I contemplated joining (and did later join…DSRA) I clicked on DD’s link and turned beet red. I couldn’t believe the excerpt I read. Raw. Passionate. Sexy. And, at the time, way out of my comfort zone. Remember, I had no idea the genre existed. This was before erotic romance could be found on the shelves at your local Walmart, and when the only thing I knew about a threesome was the time I kissed my boyfriend goodnight with his kid brother in the backseat…and I held back on the tongue.
You might ask yourself, “How/Why in world is this lady writing erotic romance?”
The answer: Because it’s bold and brave. Because, if I’d been a women in the late 1700’s Mary Wollstonecraft, author of A Vindication of the Rights of Women, would have been my idol. Because, if I’d been a women in the 1960’s, I’d have burned my bras. Because a woman’s sexuality is nothing for shame, and it’s about time we treat it that way.
That being said…I’m not about, “free love.” People should treat their bodies with respect. “Loving” freely comes with huge consequences: babies, STD’s, unhealthy relationships.
However, reading freely is a whole other story. When you strip away every preconceived notion, every stereotype, and misnomer about the erotic romance genre (defined by RWA as stories written about the development of a romantic relationship through sexual interaction. The sex is an inherent part of the story, character growth, and relationship development, and couldn’t be removed without damaging the storyline), you see two people with such electric chemistry nothing can keep them apart. And what in the world is wrong with that? From my point of view, and there are as many points of view out there as there are people in the world, not a thing.
Megan Mitcham, Author