I’m trying to figure out if I’m more put off by their piss-poor attempt at erotica or the dude’s panolpy of shitty tats.

Please. For the love of all that is holy. Do not write a book about your love. No one cares about your love. Own the fact that you write porn. There’s no shame. Just own it.

Who has to fuck the goat?

While I agree that rape and sex are fundamentally different, the whole “rape is always about power and control, and never about sexual desire” thing that has been accepted as a truism really goes too far.

When I saw this thread come up, I thought “I almost wish I had something scary to write about.”

I grew up in a dying Southern town that was once dominated by a textile mill. Both of my parents and all of my grandparents worked for the company at one point or another, but by the time I was a teenager it was on the verge of declaring bankruptcy and had closed many of its facilities. The oldest section of the mill…