Sep 222008
 

Like most males, I grew up terribly sexually frustrated because I wasn’t getting laid every ten minutes. I was also convinced that society didn’t understand me and the world had it in for me. Riding high on all that testosterone, there was nothing I would have loved more than to beat the crap out of the entire world and if I lost in the end, than I hope it was a glorious Klingon worthy death.

This made me a perfect candidate for heavy metal music. Judas Priest, Manowar and others were not just music to me, they were battle anthems. They wrapped my anger, my frustrated hormones and my sense of personal injustice into one sound and gave it a rocking high speed guitar solo. I sometimes wonder if banging my head kept me too exhausted to do something really self destructive. Heavy Metal music, especially the cheesy pseudo-fantasy war hero songs gave my teenage angst voice.

I am older and much more mellow now. Those hormones no longer dictate my life. I no longer need a screaming leather clad singer to speak my rage but you know what? I miss it. I miss being that worked up. Age brings the wisdom to know every problem is not a personal slight from an uncaring world and a certain sense of apathy about the things you can’t change anyway.

I’ve been thinking about erotica that is sold on the premise that women write the best erotica. I know it’s just a damn marketing trick. I know it’s aimed more at men who would rather beleive a horny woman is writing their horny story rather than a guy like them. I know that the shitty quality of video erotica made by men is almost enough to validate the argument. I know that just because a label promotes women writers, they are not saying my stuff is inferior. I know all that, but erotica is about two halves and it drives me up the wall when anyone says that one gender has a better handle on it. We’re all equally invested in sex.

But some days I look at the marketing ploy and I smile a bit. If the implication is that women write better erotica because men write to their own tastes, then what if that was true? I have read a lot of shitty erotica, but I have never read anything that had half the self importance of ‘Sons of Odin’. I have never read erotica that the same sense of righteous rage as ‘Breaking the Law’. I have never read porn that smacks you like a stepchild like a Rammstein album does.

The thing is, I think there is a male kind of erotica that would go straight to the testes like a shot of the 15 year old hornies. I think there is a male kind of porn that would have lightning in the sky, an eagle on a mountaintop somewhere and the literary equivalent of speaker feedback on the page. I don’t know if women would like it, but I suspect that they would recognize something in it that even men wouldn’t see. They would read it and see porn the way they know the men in their lives would never admit to.

And I suspect it would rock.

  One Response to “Cock Rock”

  1. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I don’t look at authors, I don’t know what is written by a woman or a man (except for what you right :P ) and honestly, I don’t care. As long as it gets me hot, bothered and playing with myself, it’s all good.

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