Why I Write About Sex Explicitly
No, it’s not for attention
I wanted to be a writer from a very early age. I felt a compulsion to write about my life and share those stories with others.
The only problem was, my life seemed so dull. I was a tween doing tweeny things, then a teen doing teeny things. Nothing about it felt special.
After taking a long detour through psychology, early childhood education, working as a preschool teacher, and then becoming a stay-at-home mom, I decided to finally give writing a shot.
I focused on erotica. I considered writing about my own sex life, but it still felt too mundane to be interesting. Instead, I invented women and put them in whatever scenarios my horny imagination came up with.
Then, I started mining my own sexual history for ideas. I thought about things I’ve done and places I fucked and the stories based on them came out decent. That’s when I realized that maybe, just maybe, I could branch out into blogging. That maybe my own personal life and those long, heated conversations I have with my husband about every sexual topic there is could be of interest to others.
I also worried that I wouldn’t be a good fit for the blogging world. I love reading about sex, but most of the content I came across was dry and technical.
