I get told, fairly often, that I shouldn’t mix things up. That I should keep some things in one head space and other things in another. Heh… how do you think I escaped The Shared Brain to have a presence on this blog? The Brain decided I needed freedom so that both Ileandra and I could express ourselves clearly without confusing anybody.
Let me know how that confusion thing works out for you.

Anyway….

I like mixing things up. It keeps things real. Nothing in this world is just black and white and my writing isn’t either.

Slippers & Chains, for instance.
A drama (if I’m honest) charting the relationship of Karen and Dan. A D/s couple who have hidden the truth from their families and are facing real issues around honesty, commitment and monogamy.
Real stuff.
Serious stuff.
And yet, I open the novella with Karen trapped in a play cage and unable to escape because Dan has lost the key. Not only that, but he has to leave to pick up his parents and has therefore called his best friend to help Karen escape.
That’s funny, right? It is to me, anyway.

Originally, when the Funk Master pitched the idea to me (‘You should write this; you could do it justice.‘) he did so as a sitcom. A humorous look at the real behind the scenes stuff in a BDSM relationship. I loved the idea and ran with it. More than the fact that it seemed an interesting juxtaposition, I enjoyed the idea because, let’s face it, sex is funny.

Yes it is!

Think about it. All that thrusting and grunting. Slipperiness. Hair in the mouth. Awkward angles. Cramps. Unwelcome interruptions. And come on… human genitalia is HILARIOUS! Especially cocks. Have you ever looked at one? I mean have you ever really looked at a cock?
No, I’m not going to post a picture! Filthy. :p
But imagine… all that wrinkly skin and the ridiculous dangling going on. Then come show time that thing will stand up on it’s own and point right at you. Yikes! And girl parts aren’t much better. Honestly, if sex wasn’t so much fun necessary to keep the human race going, I don’t think we’d be able to do much of it. We’d be laughing too much.

Or is that just me?

I doubt it.

Anyway, looking at sex this way gives me a niche. I’ve not played with the idea very much throughout the Meeting Each Other series, but Slippers & Chains and future releases will have small elements of that in it. Because that’s me.
Yes there will be steamy sex, sweaty bodies and pleasured exhalations, but my characters are just like you and me. So they’ll get cramps. They’ll get head rushes. They’ll get hair in their mouths or numb tongues. They’ll get their fingers stuck in toys or spend three hours trying to figure out exactly how to turn on a new vibrator before realising that it doesn’t have batteries in it. *ahem*
They’ll do these things because 1) that’s funny and it appeals to me and 2) because that’s how it is in real life. And my job, as an author, is to report truth.

Yes, it’s to provide an escape as well, but I’m good at this (I think). I can do both.

‘But wait!‘ You cry. ‘Erotica is about sensuality and pleasure. There’s no space for comedy. Aren’t you supposed to be writing to a genre?‘

Yes. I am. But I seem to be building a new genre anyway. Smut With Brains. My genre.
I hope you like it.