When you started writing adult literature...

[UndeniableUrges]

To all writers of adult erotica; when you started writing your own erotic stories, did things 'change' for you?

I noticed I suddenly became more discerning about the stories I read, e.g. "Nothing turns you on like something you wrote yourself." Almost as if writing diminished my enjoyment of reading. Mind you, I still read a lot, just with a different perspective than before.

Other observations:

I deeply and profoundly understand why writers become 'feedback' junkies. You put your heart and soul and hours upon hours into your work, only to receive... (sounds of crickets chirping). 10,000 reads, zero responses. But those few readers who take the time to reply, even if they have to register first?  One of the most heartfelt responses I ever received was "Thanks for helping me jack-off a big load today!" It might have been sarcastic, but hey, I'll take it!

People are sick fucks (anyone more perverted that you is sick, less perverted than you, they are 'repressed') They will ask for weird story-lines tangents (weird for me anyway), like, 'I hope the main character makes love to a giraffe and gives birth to a human-giraffe mutant!' Great story idea, but not really where I was going...

Posting a story is like sharing a dick-pic. You are so proud of your hard, happy boner,  and you put it out there for the world to see, only to wonder why people don't seem to like it as much as you do, and even worse, when they point and giggle!

UU

[psiberzerker]

First of all, thank you for all the author's discussions you've been doing lately.  If I hadn't already given you a "Woo!" for that string of cliches, I'd give you another. 

Now, onto the topic at hand:

I honestly don't remember.  I'm a special (Head) case, because I think in words, and I've always written.  It helps me think, process my thoughts, and especially my extremely erotic dreams.  (Why I post them daily.  Might as well do something with them.)

So, the short answer is my stories became erotic at the same time as my thoughts turned to sexual subjects.  Which was quite early on, because my household was a sexually explicit environment.

Basically, I grew up with Covert Incest.  Including pornographic movies and magazines.  Specifically story books with names like "Family Touch:  The family that plays together, stays together."  I shit you not, that was the byeline.  All as a continuous campaign for my father to seduce my half sister (His step-daughter.)

Why I don't post much in True Stories.  There's a little rule about underage characters?  Yeah, I became aware of this when I was about 8yo, and starting to realize I was actually a girl in a boy's body.  That's the reason I write the stuff I have to, because even 35 years later (Give or take) I'm still haunted by these issues.

Unfortunately, I've lost most of the archive of my earliest writings.  It's been over a 3rd of a century, and most of that I've spent living on the streets.  (More to do with being transgender than growing up in an environment of Covert Incest.)

[UndeniableUrges]

Hey psiberzerker,

Thanks for the 'woo!'

So sorry to hear about family members who wanted to twist a fantasy into a reality. I'm against it, to be perfectly clear. Taboo subject can be very arousing in written form, although, whatever turns you on should not define you forever. We all have our baggage, and it is up to us to carry on as best we can.

My son has always been a girl in a boy's body. So I make no judgements and wish you only happiness, as I do for my own son.

UU