Killing the Art of Sexual Intimacy

Puritan culture is going to kill the arts. Sterility is what they seek and I loathe it. To say this generation is more sexual than the last is not only ignorant but false. To speak on sex in novels without having any knowledge of old works of fiction is absurd. I can understand if you’ve read every book on planet earth and have facts to back your claims. Then I’d say good day, sir, ma’am, ENBY you have stunned and stumped me.

But nah! Hell nah.
Most who recite these points on intimacy in literature and film haven’t read enough. They haven’t researched enough or cared to. They have a ‘me’ mentality about it. ‘I don’t like this so I don’t think it’s called for’. SAD! Please, go sit down and open a book which has what you crave within those pages.
There are too many novels and movies out there w/out sex for them to complain and gripe. If you wanna nitpick about the resurgence of sexuality, genitalia and nudity then fine! Has if ever occurred to them, some may be squeezing in these sex scenes out of spite?!
I have written my fair share of sex scenes because of this. I have made certain in my recent works to make those characters fuck! I can’t take a world filled with this evangelical approach to all things linked to passion and carnality.
Sex will sell! Nothing you can do will stop it. Even if these bible thumping Neanderthals ban erotica and ‘displays of intercourse’ it won’t put an end to this.
Sex and art have ALWAYS been and will always BE one!

Conflict Is at the Root of Every Story

Some who enjoy external will find low stakes a bore. I love low or high, it doesn’t matter to me. But I will say, after reading cozies for a long time. even they, have some form of conflict. Without the internal struggle there’d be nothing. What is this character’s goal in life and how will they get there? What’s stopping them from getting it?

Sally wants to bake bread. She kneads a lump of dough until her hands hurt. Satisfied, Sally throws it into the oven.

Cool. But you know what would be awesome? Conflict.

Sally opened the flour jar and gasped. She was out. With only pennies to her name, she couldn’t afford much else. Most nights all she had was a warm loaf of bread to fill her belly. A five-mile hike to the market was her only option, and quite risky with an approaching snowstorm.

WILL SALLY STARVE TO DEATH OR RISK HER LIFE?

Will she get injured? Will a charming passerby help her, or will she perish in a blizzard?! I don’t know, but I kinda wanna find out.