I want to thank each and every one of you for your answers to the question, Is reading or writing explicit sex a sin. I’ve read all the replies and got some much needed support. I wanted to ask that question not only for myself, but for any of you who might be struggling with the same. I’ve given it some thought and keep in mind this is just my personal opinion and in no way meant to influence anyone. If it helps put your mind at ease then I’m glad but you do not have to follow my example. After thinking about this for the past week or so, I have come to the realization that I have been reading romance since the age of 12 and I have never once fantasized about having sex with the male lead. Half the time I don’t even remember what they looked like on the cover. I was reminded that what I got out of reading, what I sought, was the connection between two people from beginning to end of thier love story. I loved reading about the triumph of love over all obstacles. Now yes I’m a freak, I love sex scenes, but I see sex as an expression of the love between the characters. I know that sex in itself is not the dark evil taboo it’s made out to be, I also believe it’s one of the most beautiful things between human beings and I’m in love with that. I have a fascination with love and relationships and what better way to get my fix than to dive into a good book (unless I become a voyeur). I abhor the negativity in the world, I think all avid readers do and that is why we read to escape. We read for that glimpse of hope that yes, maybe this beautiful thing does exist. It’s weird to realize that all those times I skipped to the good parts, it wasn’t the actaul act of sex I was going after, but that ultimate bonding between a man and a woman that are so in love and express it through the act of making love. I also realized that I have gained lots of pleasure from reading, but in the over thirty years of doing it, I never once tried to reinact anything I read, well maybe except for a position or two over the years. I never confused my own reality with the story, just enjoyed that glow you get from a good happily ever after. If I give even half of what I got from my favorite authors to my readers, then that’s good enough for me. As for my Father, He’s not petty all I have to do is listen to Him and drown out men’s idealogies and hangups. Thanks again for listening and for being there when I needed you. You rock.
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