I'm a polymorphously-perverse humanist who believes that almost anything can be arousing, under the right circumstances. So in general, I don't have too much difficulty writing sex from the perspective of the “other”. I've written lesbian stories (but that's easy because I'm attracted to women myself) and gay male stories (more surprising since I have little or no experience with M/M sex, even with gay porn). A significant fraction of my stories are told from a man's point of view. I find I can inhabit the mind and body of my male characters and female characters with nearly equal facility.
Although
I've created a number of secondary characters who were male-to-female
transsexuals, thus far I haven't written any tales where the POV
protagonist is transgendered. However, I've had one simmering on the
back burner for a while, a story that looks at the world through the
eyes of a pre-op transsexual Thai go-go dancer. Over the years, I've
met a few. I can imagine the thrill my heroine would feel seeing her
new, feminine body – not to mention the kick of being admired by
the men in the audience. At the same time, there'd be fear and shame,
worries about being rejected, a sense of inadequacy compared to the
biological women she worked with. I'd really like to explore those
emotions and see how they play out when I manage to get her into a
hotel room alone with the guy who buys her out of the bar. Actually,
this fledgling story is almost a rewrite of my tale “Butterfly”,
with the point of view flipped. I wonder, though, whether it might
end more happily.
I'm
less confident that I could write a main character who was
female-to-male – it's tough for me to think about chopping off my
tits – but I'd be willing to give it a shot. I like an erotic
challenge. In my smut-on-commission work for Custom Erotica Source,
I've managed to crank up the heat writing scenarios that would never
arouse me personally.
There's
one sort of “other”, though, where I doubt I'd be successful. I
don't think I could convincingly write a creature of pure sensation –
a woman (or man) for whom physical stimulation is the primary focus
of sexual experience. All my characters share one trait with one
another – and with me. For all of them, arousal begins in the mind
and flows out to the body.
My
sex scenes concentrate on what's going on in my characters' heads.
The circumstances and meaning of the sexual encounter, the emotional
connection between the participants, the fantasies shared or held in
secret, these are the elements that fuel my erotic writing. The
physical actions involved are definitely secondary. The brush of a
single fingertip along the sensitive side of a breast can evoke a
reaction more intense than full penetration. Vibrating dildoes
inserted front and rear won't do a thing to one of my heroines if her
mind isn't engaged in the scene.
This
mirrors my own sexual experience. I've been to swing parties and sex
clubs, been fondled and fucked by strangers, and felt almost nothing,
because my partner(s) just weren't pushing my psychological buttons.
I can masturbate forever without coming, unless I envision a
transgressive tableau to accompany my actions. When I replay my most
cherished sexual memories, I can't really recall the details of what
we did. But how I felt – that's still sweet, raw and precious.
I
gather that many women experience sex in a similar manner. (That's
probably one reason why I'm doing pretty well writing erotic
romance.) I'm sure that at least some guys do, also. However, not
everyone is wired that way. We've had discussions on the ERWA Writers
list which made it clear that some women achieve orgasm from specific
kinds of stimulation, without regard to context. Some people fuck for
the pure physical pleasure of the act. They don't care about taboos,
or power exchange, or whether their companion has a great sense of
humor. A good hard cock, a hot wet cunt, is all they need to have
fulfilling sex.
It's
tough for me to wrap my mind around that concept. I mean, I can
understand it intellectually, but it's so distant from my own
sexuality, I'm not sure I could write about it. Furthermore, I have
to admit the notion of reading stories about such people doesn't
interest me much, either. I realize that sounds judgmental. It's not
meant to be. Sometimes, in fact, I regret that I'm not more present
in my body during sex. I suspect I'm missing a lot.
At
this point in my life, though, I'm not likely to change. I guess I
have to accept that there are limits to my perversity - though that
very notion makes me want to try and push the envelope. Still, is it
possible to write a character who's driven entirely by physical
sensation, and still have the story be erotic? My definition of
erotic fiction is fiction that explores the experience and nature of
desire. Can desire be totally physical? I'd love to hear others'
opinions.
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