I met a female writer
who with enthusiasm
claimed
her genre was
erotica…
“Oooh!” I said
amused,
“You write
pornotica,”
To my own ears I
sounded
completely
hypocritical
but her response
was worse than mine.
“No I don’t write
porn”, she said
“I only write about
tenderness in bed.
I write erotica
to warm people
who are as frigid as
Antartica
but porn is totally
bad”
she with disgust
said.
“Porn wrecks and
damages
Children and creates
premature
sexualisation, when
immature;
with negative body
images
an unhealthy idea
emerges
about human
relationships
while erotica is all
about romance,
love, tenderness and
sweet relationships
but of course they
all end and commence
with getting into
someone’s bed and head”
I looked at her
slightly amused
A liberated woman so
confused
It was like she was
saying beer is better
than drinking harsh
and hard liquor
was what she appeared
to be saying
Maybe, for her it was
better
But to me they are
all the same
For dirt disguised as
beauty
will continue to
remain dirt
and can never replace
beauty
that all true
creators wrote
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