OT - Something Bigger Than Me

I have decided to participate in the March of Dimes Walk A Thon.
Check out my blog on preparing for that experience as well as information on premature babies.
www.walkforhealthybabies.blogspot.org

Does he make you laugh

A few weeks ago a friend asked me that question about a guy I dated/was dating/was seeing (pick the term that appropriately fits, cause hell if I know).

I thought about it. "Well no, I mean I don't think so. I can't remember laughing or anything. I mean maybe."

Her response. "Well that's too bad...I stand by my question - Does he make you laugh, and darlin, if the answer is "not so much" then hit the ground runnin, cause it ain't worth it. Your laughter is totally contagious and if he does not bring that out in you. then he sucks! (For lack of a more mature way to say it ) "
The obvious conclusin that you as the reader will take from this is that my friend is from the south:)

But I began to think. Damn I don't think I've been with anyone that makes me laugh. That's damn depressing. I love to have fun, be goofy, be silly, be serious, and laugh. Its so freeing to me.
So really I have not been free. *Amistad quote* "Give us free"

Though I really only have five requirements (no kids, christian, no kids, tall, no kids) I will have to add "makes me laugh" because there is nothing pleasurable than being free to laugh and having someone bring that out in you. (Of course, this excludes wild, hot, floor shaking, knees quaking, swinging from the chandelier, bending over, flipping backwords, tilting, loving, suckiing, licking, on the verge of blackout, calling out names in five different languages until you become hoarse and lose the ability to speak and scream, sex)

Suckie Suckie Five Dolla

I came to realize the problem with having a blog about my dating life. If there are no dates, no drama, no "action" I really have nothing to post.
To keep my blog live and updated I have got to BEYOND put myself out there. I'll practically be walking the streets. Skip the short skirt and tight top.
Thongs and tassles all the way.

So readers I hope you appreciate what all I'm going to do to have somethign to update on this blog.

Out of the Lions Den and...Into the Lion's Den???

Sooo since I put it out there that I would have "company" on Sunday I guess I have to actually tell what happened.

It went quite well, outside of the text "Help" to my friend who called and came over in 15 minutes all went well. Got back in the grove of things for my writing and that's it.

In retropsect trying to figure out where it all turned left, was it the tour of the apartment, the hug, I'm sure it was something.

Sooo, there will be no more writing in private settings thats for damn sure. Determined is an understatement. The man is on a mission.

*if you are thinking I've left out a lot and I'm being vague, well you're right*

Determinded much??

Valentines day rolls around and as usual I celebrate it with the one I love...myself. Deciding against getting drunk and taking advantage of myself I opted to go have dinner and drinks with friends at a local tavern.
I invited my new male friend. Now let me explain friend. I don't mean "friend" but a real friend. We did at one point try to date, but I realized we werent compatible and asked to just be friends, while explaining my issues.
Fast forward to Valentines. I invite him out to go to the tavern (as I did with my other friends). He said maybe since he was very anti-Valentines day.

So I'm the first to arrive at the place and I have a drink and a salad while waiting for my always late friends. He said he would stop by just to say hi to me.

He is a fellow writer, we hugged, talked about writing and then
He asked if I was still single and let me know he was still going to pursue me. It was now a challenge and he wasn't giving up.

Uuuh what does one say to that? I felt like a sheep being preyed on by the big bad wolf.

BTW - He said that BEFORE I invited him over to write with me on Sunday. Check out the future postings for that one.

The Offer

So still out there, dating...of sorts.

"Ummmm… maybe we could meet, compare edges, and write a piece together about our special encounters… let's have dinner on Monday night."

What the hell 'special encounters' am I supposed to be collaborating on? Is it me?

Enjoy the Seasons

As some of you may know I had a death in the family. I went to Texas and stayed with my brother and family. I brought back many things from that trip and decided to post them on my blog (see death and skeletons in the closet). Every morning I woke up when the house woke up. My brother, then my sister-in-law, then their kids (12 year old twins). One morning I woke up and cooked breakfast and a couple of times I cooked dinner. Yes I was fully stepford wives domesticated. Hell one morning I woke up to the kids fighting to which I told them to carry their asses to school. But I digress, when I came home to peace and emptiness I truly appreciated it. Not that I didn't enjoy my stay with my brother, because I did. But that wasn't my life, my season.Too many times we complain about where we are in our lives instead of truly appreciating it. When you're single you want to be married. So that becomes your focus "where are the men," "I need a man," "I'm getting older and I'm not married," etc. Guess what if you spend your singlehood complaining and desperate for marriage and family you'll spend your married life regretting you didn't do all there was to do when you were single.Enjoy the season you are in.Don't worry that there is no one to take you to the movies, go with your friends or *gasp* go alone. You want to check out that new restaurant...GO!!! You want to travel - then travel! Don't wait for a life you don't have. Do it now. Enjoy the time, the season. Make the fullest of it. Don't take it for granted. That way when you're in your next season, there are no regrets and you can truly appreciate every moment and nuance (well maybe not every) or your new season.Your life is like a train, it keeps moving making different stops and as with a train people get on and people get off. If you stop/dock your train cause you're "looking" for something or someone, you'll never have other people getting on. And you just might miss the picking up the person that will bring you into another destination, or season.So until then I will enjoy my singlehood, my apartment with me being the only resident. I'll cherish that I'm the only one i have to take care of, cook and clean for. Oh yeah, I'm loving every minute of it. And thanks to a little trip to the big state of Texas, I'll never complain or take it for granted again.

Carpe Moment

If I knew how to say moment in latin I would have used it. I'm all for carpe diem (seize the day), but you may not have a day. Seize the moment. For every breath, every moment, every second is blessing. It is not guaranteed that you will have another.
Yesterday morning I was notified of the death of a family member. She was young, healthy, and really by all "technical" accounts should still be alive, but she is not. She went to sleep and didn't wake up.
I called every person I had been "meaning" to call, thinking about, and just had a fleeting thought. You never know if you will have another opportunity.
On that same note, if you are not happy with your life, your job, your whatever, change it. Could of, should of, would of won't cut it. Carpe moment. Be happy, fulfill your dreams, make a mark on this world. Call relatives that you've been harboring a grudge on, you don't want the last word to be a word of malice.
Carpe moment, is there some woman/man you're digging? Say something! Quit staring! Carpe moment, you never know if you'll get another.

What is your foundation?

Relationships, they are built upon a foundation. Assuming you date not to date anymore, hell even if you don't. Whatever you have must be built on a foundation of something.
The foundation is what you absolutely need in a partner in order to continue, to build. My foundation is faith (must be Christian), communication (listen and talk, don't like to pull teeth), NO KIDS (yup, I should have put that second). And sure all the other normal stuff (honesty, yada yada ya)
The foundation is unbreakable. This means, there is no compromise, no "well we'll just see," or "he could change." You either have what it takes to build that foundation or you don't.
In order to build on it, you MUST know what your foundation is. And knowing that is knowing yourself. If you don't know maybe it's time to do a little self exploration.
Recently, I met someone to which I know I cannot build a foundation. I am Christian and he "might" believe in "a light at the end of the tunnel." Hey to each his own, no judgement. But I realize that I can't build a foundation from that. There is no up to go, because there is no building.
What a bummer too, cause I liked the guy. But in the end, he is for someone else not me.
Another thing is it does not take long to figure out if has the ingredients for your foundation. It should not take three months, two months, hell really after the third date you should know. (not if he is "the one," that's only in romance novels, but rather that is NOT the one).
So I ask you, what is your foundation?

The Laziness of Men

How do you spend your third date? What's the date number that you end up "chilling" or doing a "movie night"?(Before I begin on my rant it is not pertaining to any date I've had recently. It's based off of a conversation a friend of mine and I had a while ago).Before I begin my rant I realize that the actual dating/courtship process is expensive. Dinner and a movie is NOT what it used to be. That's why my first date is always a coffee house or a appetizers. 1. It doesn't break the bank for a man that doesn't know me enough to spend money 2. We can both make a quick and easy get away. I mean how long does it take to drink coffee. You don't have to wait until the end of the meal.Now if you decide on a second date, well you've decided that maybe she is worth a movie, or something. Movies are expensive now adays.A couple of weeks ago, I had a day of KD. That's where I went to the movies and dinner...with myself. Why wait for someone to take you. I really enjoyed myself that day. (I actually met up with a friend afterwards, but still had to pay for my dinner).When I got home I stood in the mirror and tallied up my receipts for my date with myself. I added the movie, the slushie, dinner, drinks, and parking. When I totaled the evening date with myself, I looked myself in the mirror and in no uncertain terms indicated "All this money I spent, you know you putting out tonight right!"To get back on topic, it's expensive so I can see why folks want to do the "blockbuster night." When do you do it is the question. Have we gotten so lazy that after two nights out its time for someone to come over your house or vice versa. (Now obviously if you both are wanting sex by this point, then yeah you're too damn old to do it the backseat of a car...unless you doing the exhibitionist thing. You both have homes, so go over one of you guys place, and do it all throughout the house). I am protective of all things "me" related. Which means I'm not inviting a stranger over my house. And meeting someone twice does not make them your long lost buddy worthy of trusting them in your home. (Of course, I think their is some big espionage plot behind everything, so I maybe an exception to the rule. But I like being the exception).Having given an excuse for all possible reasons to "chill" at someone's place for the third date (hell or even second. After three you can stop counting), I think it is ultimately downright laziness for folks to do it and more importantly men to suggest it. So you're tired of spending money, be creative. All of you that write "loves walks in the park" in your online profiles certainly never suggest it. Think about it, when was the last time someone said "lets go walk in the park"....I'm still waiting.By the third date you should almost be finished with the "weeding." Anything you haven't asked, ask. Anything you don't know, find out. Is someone's house the best way to do it. (Not to mention if you're not planning on having sex, you're putting yourself in a very intimate situation.) The third date - the critical date, it shouldn't be the lazy date. You can do that on 4...if there is one.Did I mention that I live by a whole bunch of rules no one knows about. Hunh, maybe I need to work on that.P.S. I will work on it but not compromise my integrity. Yes Pornwriters have integrity too. (Or so I've been told).No going over someone's house on the third date is rule number 32586-c (for those of you who don't get the joke, no I don't actually have a tally count and numbering system. Nor do I have 32K rules.)

Say it Loud, I'm Black And I'm Proud

So I was having date number two with the guy who caused me to eat crow. (See previous No Sex in the City post). We decided on dinner and a movie. Originally we were going to see Pan's Labyrinth, but it has not been released in Atlanta yet.He asked "Is there anything you've been dying to see?"Now of course the answer was yes, there was a movie I had been dying to see. Because of my lazy moping around I hadn't made it to see it. So I debated the answer. Thinking of who goes to see the movie and the reaction. So now let's talk about my beautiful people.MY people when a movie is good, shout out at the screen. When its riveting they comment. I had a friend text me from the movie with this"...Why are people shouting and clapping like it's church."Oh yeah THAT'S my people. So now did I want to go to see a movie that I knew envoked so much...reaction from my people.Well hell yeah! It is what it is. I love my folks good, bad, and ugly. If I get to pick the movie, then I'm going to see my hearts desire. I don't care, I'm black and I proud and dammit we are going to see the movie."Yes, actually there is one...Dreamgirls."I explained what dreamgirls was about and we made plans to see the movie and grab a bite from the restaurant next door."Really I don't care what movie we see, I just want to see you." I turned red from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I'm a sucker for purty words.Did I mention I have a tendency to overthink things?

You should write real stories like Zane

To write or not to write...
That is the questionI'm sure at this point you have seen my commentaries on admitting I write erotica. So I won't rehash old issues, but bring to the table the new one that happened TODAY. So I'm on the phone. Normal questions about what do you do.
"Oh I write."
"What do you write?"
Believing that I've learned from previous mistakes "Fiction."
"What type?"
"Just general fiction."
"Oh that's cool, based on real stories and life."
So that's when I had the epiphany. Those who don't write would probably assume that is comes from real life. I mean it's not like I told him I wrote paranormal, sci-fi, and fantasy. (Which of course, is what I write. It just happens to have the word erotic in front of it)."No, nothing real. All made up." (Now I do believe that some of the best stories have a bit of truth to them or are based on it...but I digress)
"Oh so you have a really creative mind."
*mental shrug* "Yeah, I guess"
[A small break to discuss the job that pays by bills. Also known as working for massa aka "slave for the man"]
"You know you could write real life stories like Zane."
*mental sigh* Damn, Damn, DamnThe moral of the story - I can't win for losing.
Stay tuned for more posts of No Sex in the City.

Interracial Dating

I've been thinking about having a seperate blog of my dating life called no sex in the city. I think I will just integrate that into this blog. (I am clearly on a roll).so here are some updates/commentary

Interacial Dating
Let me first say to each his own. If you found love in another color. More power to you. I don't care. I won't stare. I'm not leering. Get yours. As long as he/she treats you right and takes care of you. Go for it!Now those who know me know I said I would never ever never ever ever ever ever ever date a white man. To each his own, but I prefer mochachino, dark chocolate, caramel, hot chocolate, paper bag brown. I would take light, bright, and damn near white (red foxx quote). The problem with saying never is sometimes you MAY have to eat crow. The only poultry I'm a fan of is chicken (I know could I not be more of a stereotype). However, due to recent events (we'll save that for a more controversial post) I have decided to open my horizons. So let me first get this out of the way.Server "You order ma'am...crow"KD looks down at the plate. "Uuuh, thanks"Server "Could you please taste it."KD "You didn't even pluck the feathers."Server gives me an evil leer and smile "I know!"KD Dammit "Yeah okay." cuts into crow. Begins chocking on the feathers. "It's nasty as hell."Server "I know, next time don't use the word 'never' and you won't have to eat it again."KD *big sigh.* Dammit he's right.So I went out on a date with *gasp* a white guy. It was the 2nd best date ever. (That's all I'm saying on this. Well except that he DID NOT ask if my writing was real). Hell that same week I went out on a date with an East Indian guy (I wish I could have high praises for him as well, but I don't And before anything says something it has nothign to do with his ethnicity and everything to do with him). Like I said I'm all about exploring my options now. To hell with the box. I am currently on operation Polynesian male. Hey it's something about them I find sexy. Body type, complexion, got the black nose...yeah. And really I want to go to a Luau. Calling all Polynesians (even those mixed with polynesian)

Two Deadliest STD's in the Black Community pt. II

Okay we've already discussed KIDS as an STD, now lets discuss AIDS.Black women are the highest number of reported new cases. Why?And I'm not being sarcastic or retorical here. I really mean it. That has always confused me, cause it seems that with black women should have been black men. But it's just the women. So is it that the men knew and they cases have been reported. So they are sleepign with women KNOWING the have HIV? I don't know. If it is the case, then who is to blame. I KNOW beyond of shadow of a doubt that no man can give me an STD without first knocking my ass otu and drugging me or holding a gun to my head. (provided I haven't cut him with my shank...hey I'm from Chicago). Why? Cause I do three things.1. I don't sleep with just anyone2. I demand an STD test before intimacy3. I demand condom useNot some of the above, but all of the above. (See next blog "No Sex in the City")Whatever the reason for the rise in HIV numbers amongst women in our community. We have to realize this disease is not like the flu. You can't just catch it. As I typed that I realized, even the flu is preventable with a shot. A cold is pretty preventable by taking Airbourne or similar product. And guess what AIDS is preventable by caring about your own life and protecting it.If someone was standing on top of a building shooting bullets would you run out there? HELL NOIf someone said tomorrow you will die if you leave your house. Would you leave your house? HELL NOIf someone told you tomorrow someone is going to aim a gun at your chest an shoot. Guess what tomorrow I'd be wearing a bullet proof vest (or that shit they wore in Lord of the Rings)I am telling you, if you don't wear a condom you will die.WEAR A CONDOM There are some women who get this disease in a committed relationship. Their partner has passed it on to them.To my sisters that have contracted the disease like this I am very sorry. Actually to all my sisters living with HIV. I am very sorry.I am at a loss on what to do to stop men from cheating and bringing their diseases back home to their women. I am open to the discussion so we can get this disease under wraps and stop the destruction of our community.

Two Deadliest STD's in the black Community pt. I

I know everyone knows what the first on is. But let me break down the two STD's that are hurting and killing us as a community. The saddest part is these diseases are 100% preventable.

AIDS
KIDS

Yeah I know I'm wrong, I listed kids as an STD...and they are. Shit I don't know if I'm more afraid of getting AIDS or KIDS. I don't believe in having living things in my place, that's why I don't even have a plant. But I digress. This is not to say that I don't want to have a family - a husband and children. But notice what I have said HUSBAND.We have alot of children out here being raised by one parent. Before I go into my tyraide I am NOT talking to people who were married and got divorced. Hell sometimes shit doesn't work out. But you gave it that ole college try.What I am talking about are the "accidents" that come when you don't protect yourself. AGAIN, I am not talking about ACCIDENTS that occur when you are in a committed relationship. That is different (I say committed cause you maybe like Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell. They are in a serious committed relationship, but are NOT married. To each his own.)When you lay down with dogs, you wake up with fleas...or a disease.Who really suffers when all your child has is a sperm donor or a "baby daddy". The kid. And yes, yes I know you're doing the best you can, but dammit its not good enough. You're not supposed to do it alone. (Please see above for who I'm not talking to). One condom, one solution, one prevention. There is some atrocious number of black children being raised by single parents (I know it was over 60% I think it was over 80%). This hurts us as a community.I met a woman who once said to me "My children have the same father, that's all I ever wanted...for my kids to have the same last name."WOW!!! I think that speaks wonders. What the hell kind of goal is that?I'm going to quote Chris Rock on this folks always want credit for stuff they are SUPPOSED to do. (Again, I am not talking to those who remarried and our nuclear and extended families). Have our priorities and what we except gotten so low that given birth to kids by the same man is the biggest accomplishment we can come up with.Who is thinking of our children?If there is "baby daddy" and "baby mama" drama, then there is some kid stuck in the middle of it absorbing it all.I have many friends who are single with no kids (Can I get an applause please). Do you know what kind of hell they get for that. "Why don't you have any kids."Their response is usually "I'm not married" or some variation thereof. They get talked about like a DOG. "Oh well you're just selfish. That's just selfish of you not to have kids." "Don't you think about anyone outside of yourself."I am not talking about isolated incidents. I am talking about a consistent badgering for making a choice not to have children. (and therefore no baby daddy or baby daddy "drama")I think it was selfless. To make the decision that I want my child to benefit from two parents (even if in the end it doesn't work out). I want to be able to provide my child with loving home without drama (again before you beat up on me I know originaly intention and end result are not always the same. I am speaking of original intention).What's really a shame is that I have to have all of these parenthesis in here because I know this is a "controversial" topic. But hell we need to talk about it. I'm not saying don't have sex (Though it is the 100% way to not get a disease). I am saying be smart about it. Protect yourself. Think and be safe in everything you do, because you may not be the only person to pay for your one night stand. Or you on again off again 'relationship'. You may not be the only one to pay for your bad desicions. (And Lord knows we are ALL guilty of making bad decisions).Our children are our futureWhat kind of future are we really headed for? Stop the cycle, break the pattern, make a real future.So yes I stand by my original quote protect yourself cause you may get a KID. They are an emotional, finiancial, and physical stress (and yes I know they are a blessing, but I'm being real and honest). If you cannot handle that and are not ready for that...alone, then protect yourself.

If I Were A Man My Schlong Would Fall Off

That is not my quote it's a friend of mine. Okay we live in Atlanta, we go out pretty often (like once a week or once every other week...hey that's often for me). Anyway we were out observing. I don't know if this is a phenomenon in cities where women greatly outnumber men, but women were throwing themselves at men, starting the conversations, everything. I've said I don't see alot of effort being made on the male part anymore, but hell I know why. And so I must agree with my friend. If I were a man, I wouldn't have a job. I would be kept by all these women and fuck five to ten different women a day, 7 days a week, 20 hours a day. Hell, I would survive with only 4 hours of sleep. And that is not a difficult task. Yes I would be so knee deep my dick would fall off. As my friend said "I'd just be walking one day and it would drop. Hey what's that 'my dick'!"Why reach for an apple off the tree when so many have dropped to the ground. Or are so low hanging they are right in your face (cuz really you might have to exert some effort to bend over and pick up the ones off the ground. And really who has the time and energy for that).Now, let me explain something I am all about doing what you want and when you want it. Ladies, if all you want is some dick. Go get it, be safe about it (see next post on the two deadly diseases), but do you. I write erotica so I would be one hell of a hypocrite to talk about being virtuous (however, it is FICTION...see previous posts). I will say this though, don't work so hard to get it. Don't be the low hanging fruit on the tree, or worse the apples that have fallen to the ground, with nothing to hold them up (no dignity...nothing).And for the men...well really I have nothing to say. Hell I've been observing and like I said If I were a man I'd be hitting a different woman every hour, just cause I could. I don't believe everything is the man's fault. The men should do this and that and this. With so much low hanging fruit, hell you might just be hungry.

Et Tu Brute

So I'm chilling in Chicago for the holidays. It's Christmas eve. I'm in my Dad's office taking care of some stuff for him on the computer.Typing up easy to use directions, finding some software, etc.
He asks me "Uuuh can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah sure Dad, anything?"
"Its kind of personal."
Now I'm thinking he is asking for the hundreth time if I'm dating, do I have a boyfriend, do I want to get married have kids. You know the normal pressure one gets being 29 and single.
"How do you research for your stories?"
Et tu brute...et tu?

I'm Not a Ho, And I'm Not Ashamed

I write romance and erotica. Writing takes skill and creativity. It is a profession like any other profession. I'm working to make it a career and it is currentlya job (one to which I have to work really hard to get accepted anywhere. Never mind marketing, business, and all that great stuff that goes with it).I'm sometimes reluctant to say "I write romance and erotica," because I know someone is going to assume because of that I'm a ho. I just go sleeping with any and everyone and then write about it.I went out on a date Thursday (one I was reluctant to go on in the first place. Lesson - listen to the internal voice). The guy said "Oh well that's not a talent anyone can write about an experience." WTF???? Then he went on to explain his point and devalidate my rebuttles. And in that insulted me alot more than his original comment. (Some would be shocked to know that this does not even qualify as my worst date...not even close). Thank God we only had tea. I knew better than to have dinner with him. The date would have lasted too long. Not just two days later a guy asks me "Soo you have alot of sex and experiences so you can write?" What really pissed me off was the guy was a writer. He writes mystery.I asked "Does anyone ever ask if you if you solve a bunch of cases and catch a bunch of murders...writing mystery and all."Again he defeanded his position and the difference...what the hell. (At this point I was exhausted, twice in three days. I got off the phone. Cause even though he "realized" the difference he never apologize for his rude statement)I'm always reluctant to admit what I write because I know some people will mistake my FICTION writing for my lifestyle. Though I doubt mystery writers are bombarded with STUPID questions of whether they solve mysteries for a living. I would be willing to bet the sci-fi writers aren't question as to whether they have traveled to galaxies far far away or are building a space ship in their backyard...experiences and all. Hmmm was Rawlings questioned about the magic school she attended...you know inspiration for Harry Potter. Hmm, and natuarally Stephen king was a demonic clown which is why he was able to write It.So I realize it's probably wishful thinking on some peoples part, Oh she writes erotica...easy lay. But dayum to then voice it out loud "Oh you write erotica, so you're having alot of sex?" Hell I know prostitutes that get treated with better class and respect. (This is not to say that prostitutes don't deserve respect...every human does.)And NO this is not some subtle message to say I should stop writing erotica. I love it. I love turning on my music letting my creative mind flow. I love coming up with new and different plots, different scenes, different worlds. I love thinking outside of the box and seeing those words come to life. And I wouldn't give that up for the world.When I started writing this blog I was going to go into more personal detail, defeanding my innocence, but then I realized I don't have to. Not for assholes out there anyway. Those who know me or take the time to know the answer and truly know who I am. It's just a shame people don't realize that my decision and passion for writing erotica (FICTION) is not an autobiography or memoirs of my life or a "review" of sex I've had.So for those of you stupid enough to question it, let me tell you NOW "You won't get any. I'm not sleeping with you, nor am I a HO!"And guess what "I WRITE EROTICA AND I'M NOT ASHAMED!!! I'M DAMN PROUD AND IT IS A TALENT. IT'S CALLED CREATIVITY!!!"P.S. Before one comments on my web address www.myspace.com/pornwriter the first five choices I wanted were taken. And I do realize that because I write scenes that are sometimes explicit people will define that as porn. And guess what I DON'T CARE!For those of you who want a definition of erotica and romance I'm copying and pasting directly from Gwyneth Bolton's blog (she quoted another source if you want to know that source go to her blog). Keep in mind I write EROTIC ROMANCE.Porn: stories written for the express purpose of causing sexual titillation. Plot, character development, and romance are NOT primary to these stories. They are designed to sexually arouse the reader and nothing else.""Erotica: stories written about the sexual journey of the characters and how this impacts them as individuals. Emotion and character growth are important facets of a true erotic story. However, erotica is NOT designed to show the development of a romantic relationship, although it's not prohibited if the author chooses to explore romance. Happily Ever Afters are NOT an intrinsic part of erotica, though they can be included.""Erotic Romance: stories written about the development of a romantic relationship through sexual interaction. The sex is an inherent part of the story, character growth, and relationship development, and couldn't be removed without damaging the storyline. Happily Ever After is a REQUIREMENT to be an erotic romance.""Sexy Romance: stories written about the development of a romantic relationship that just happen to have more explicit sex. The sex is not an inherent part of the story, character growth, or relationship development, and it could easily be removed or 'toned down' without damaging the storyline. Happily Ever After is a REQUIREMENT as this is basically a standard romance with hotter sex."

Time for a change

I figured it was time to move the former "No Sex in the City" blog to its own space. It is now called "No Sex in the Metro" (No Sex in the City was taken)

I'll be reposting my previous post so all you newbies can catch up.

No Sex in the Metro is the dating blog of sensual and erotic romance writer KD King