Are you sponsored for comments like that?

It comes under a whole bunch of different brand names, but paracetamol is the generic name of the drug. You can take my word for that, I studied pharmacy. Interesting, but a even worse choice for someone suffering from dyslexic dysgraphia than writer. I swear, drugs are named by some sadistic fuck sticking their hand in a scrabble bag and placing the tiles at random.

I think I know what you mean but would you care to elaborate?

If you want to go in-depth, I would recommend Esther Perel’s book “Mating In Captivity — Reconciling the erotic and the domestic” or one of her wonderful TED-talks.

The short version is exactly as it sounds. There’s spontaneous desire — the mood just strikes you without any prompting. This happens, but only with few people. And there’s reactive desire — the mood is prompted by something; a sound, a sight, a smell, an idea. This happens much more frequently.

Romance/erotica are all the mind of the beholder (voyeur in your case) and any setting/environment can, therefore, be either or both.

Yup, that’s pretty much reactive desire. And I’m not going to deny the voyeur charges lol. I am watching people who are not me. People I made up, and the viewing is all in my mind and after that I write it down — same difference, really.

Why … what’s yours — some prefabricated Hallmark event for Stepford wives?

Weren’t those robots? Can we ascribe desire to those already?

Anyway, that was (yes, past tense) my problem. There’s a lot I can do to get my own, personal flame of desire roaring. Interesting thing though, if it’s too much me it’s damn near impossible for me to get it down on the page. My mind goes too fast to capture it and words escape me even when I manage to isolate an image.

I need to get in that Goldilocks zone where I’m excited but not aroused. That’s why I asked for other people’s vibes. I find it fairly easy to identify with what gets other people aroused, even if it doesn’t do it for me. Once upon a time I wrote customized erotica for people I knew. I stopped that. Things always got weird from their side. I lost friends that way. Not because they stopped talking to me, but because their kink was the only thing they wanted to talk about. It gets boring.

go on, use, abuse and cheapen my very own lifestory, why don’t you?

Nah, I’m not about that.
Okay so I might insult you a little bit — in good fun — and you are a result of your life story so in a way that’s cheapening it? Indirectly anyway. But the heavens and hells you went through, that’s your story and it will be up to you to tell it or not. No one else can do it justice. No one else can properly abuse it, either.

Maybe I should link you here?

Where?

Right here?

Okay

Writer of fiction, blogs and erotica. Frequency in that order. Popularity in reverse.

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