I have accidentally discovered a talent for crafting my own erotic fiction. Although I have been working only for my own satisfaction, I may have a fabulous new career ahead. Feedback from a handful of close friends has been enthusiastically supportive. All I have to do is increase my productivity; I take the craftsmanship of word choice very seriously, perhaps too seriously in this case.
The process of writing has forced me to reexamine myself for dormant erotic triggers. Like many people I didn't explore alternative thought patterns until a desperate situation forced me to extricate myself from a problem. The genre of my most potent literary fantasies is unconventional, so I had to orchestrate the sweaty, imaginary couplings for myself to compensate for a cultural and aesthetic gap in the marketplace. My wallet couldn't be happier. The only thing better than pornography is free pornography. Creating an unrestricted, prurient world of words doesn't cost me a dime. And no one gets hurt.
Nearly every line of dialog is admittedly a slap in the face of political correctness. The homophobic vitriol spewing out of the characters mouths would be offensive or ridiculous if I heard someone actually say it to me out loud (unless you were man enough to pull it off...then you could say just about anything you wanted). I am now certain that everything I needed to know about my sexuality I learned in junior high school.
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