They’d get scared off by the smut…

I highly recommend Megan Hart’s erotica

Friends want me to join them on “Goodreads.”  I would, but I worry that they’d get scared off by the smut.  I read smut.  And lots of it.  I could varnish the truth and say I read romance, but really, it’s smut.  I’m not dog-earing pages in these books to re-read passages for their pithy wording or great insights into philosophy.

That’s not to say that I don’t also read lit-ruh-cha… (please read that with a poncy upper class British accent).  I do.  I’ve read and continue to read Pulitzer Prize, Governor General and Hugo award-winning books.  Shakespeare’s my guy!  It might be surprising to realize, but there is smut out there that is well-written.  And no, I ain’t talking Fifty Shades of Grey.  I did a whole other post about that last summer.

It’s just that I’d feel bad, say, if a friend who might have wanted a closer bond with me by looking through my “want to read” section, then panics when s/he discovers many of my titles might involve… threesomes featuring strong men with single syllable masculine names like Nick, or Zach or Jake spending all their waking hours pleasuring a woman whom they both love and worship.  Though honestly?  Most of the time I read for escapism and what better way for me to escape … then to imagine two men making sure that my breasts are warm?  A gal has two breasts, she might as well have a mouth on each of them… I’m just saying…  But To Kill A Mockingbird is still totally my favourite book.

ps.  Thank you to Badger for reminding me of Tom Leher’s take on SMUT