Let me unfasten myself from the restraint of the subtle issue of eroticism…For me, the erotic is an assertion of the “chi” of women, of that empowered creative vigor, the awareness and exercise of which have been reclaimed in our language, our history, our music, our arts, our dancing, our loving, our work and our lives.
One glorious day I was shopping at a bookstore closing-out sale. I was not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but this one caught my curiosity. Right on the front was a waist-up shot of a partially-nude Filipina woman. The model was confident in her fine skin, courtesy of Photoshop perhaps. Her arms crossed under her chest barely covered her beautiful breasts. I pick the magazine and started browsing the pages for more photos. But I was seduced by the delightfully written and exhaustive stories about the characters and their sexual experiences.
I appreciated reading about women enjoying sex, their bodies and defining their own sexuality and not how some hip-hop music, exploitative talk shows or other mediums have put a negative mark on female sexuality. If the writers were female in this piece of lit, then they were asserting their identity. The book only cost a few bucks that I certainly I could afford…
The erotic literature somehow fascinated me and I began to wonder about how women perceive their sexuality today. I know that many of us would instantly deem such erotic materials "repulsive." But these same people were guys who made jokes and listened to edgy music. It's interesting how some people are uncomfortable with having a mature discussion about sex but feel more at ease with raunchy conversation.
Some of my friends surreptitiously admitted about reading erotic books and discussed about the love scenes. A family friend told me she read the books in bed with her husband. But everyone wasn't, nor still is, comfy on the topic. Some folks find it undignified and think the stories reinforce the typecast of people being oversexed. When I initiated a discussion in our workplace about eroticism, there were cheeks blushing, nervous laughter and throat clearing.
How time flies, things have partially changed since I read that erotic magazine… and the others that came into my sight. It seems like erotic lit may have reached its climax. People are still reading and authors are selling their stories. But now, I feel like the hype isn't there anymore. It's almost like being with same lover for quite a long time. You know her routine in the bedroom and have explored her physical territory many times. It's not as exciting as the first time, but you still love her. Is it time to spice things up in erotic literature? I don't mean more sex, but just a rebirth?
Dim the lights. Slip into something comfortable, and let me get under her covers...
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