I wrote a saucy little oral sex scene yesterday. It contrasts last week's rape scene nicely. One is a horrible act of violence and cowardice. The other is a consensual little slap and tickle. They work well together, I think. But there's a 50/50 chance I'll cut out the rape scene. I'll give the oral sex scene 3 to 1 odds.
And then I wrote my first lesbian sex scene. I don't know what's going on around here.
This isn't an erotic novel by any stretch of the imagination. It has to have sex. That's just the way it goes. But it doesn't have to have any graphic scenes.
The lesbian aspect is fascinating to me because I don't know the first thing about being a lesbian. It's like asking me what it's like to be a midget. I have no idea. I can make all kinds of assumptions. I suppose some things are just common sense. But I really don't know.
If I start writing a lesbian midget scene, I swear I'm taking a vacation.
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Directed by Michael Curtiz
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