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SEX.

Now that we’ve eliminated the prudes, let’s talk about it.

My work in progress is a fantasy novel. Magic. Castles. Struggle over power. Hero’s journey. So on. My protagonist is queer like it’s his job. In the early stages of the book, he is living hard. Booze. Boys. More booze. More boys. Sounds like my twenties. Okay, and the first half of my thirties. Also the late teen years. You get the point.

Anyhow, he fucks.

The novel will have a love story, but it is not romance. It will (already does) have lots of sex, but it is not erotica. These things are a part of life, and my main character lives a hell of a life. The world needs no more chaste gay heroes. Enough eunuchs. Enough queer Barbies and queer Kens.

Today, I wrote a sex scene. Not the story’s first, but probably the its most detailed. It’s reasonably explicit, in fact. And, I must confess, it turned me all the way on. My very physical reaction may be a sign that I wrote well. It may also be a sign I need to dial it back. It’s a tricky balance because, although I joke about prudes, I don’t want to chase readers away. I also believe that sometimes people camouflage the use of sex for self-medication as “sex positivity.” I’m looking at you, protagonist.

I’ll not fret, though. The edits will tell me if I need to vent some of that steam.

/me fans self

PHOTO : A juicy peach with thanks to Daria Głodowska and Pixabay.

PROGRESS REPORT: 1213 words today, for a total north of 20K.