I have been writing a long time. Eleven years doesn't sound like a long time until you realize that I've been writing the entire Trump-era of American Politics, so it's really more like six decades and counting.
In that time, I have mostly stuck to a family-friendly output, both in how I portray sex and how I write action scenes. From what I have written until this last year, you would think that characters in my worlds are bloodless and reproduce asexually. Heck, I haven't even written any kissing scenes, to the best of my knowledge. I'm a million words into this sucker and I've lost or abandoned several dozen WIP's at this stage, so forgive me if I can't quite fully remember.
However, it goes without saying that I've hewn to writing work that would be easier to shelve in the young adult section of the library than anywhere else. Fast forward to these last eight months, and I'm writing about barbarian fuck bunnies who sloppily masturbate themselves to completion using their saddle and a dildo while riding across the open country. With an audience torn between condescension and intense arousal. Mostly the latter.
That is a significant departure from most of my upbringing and early portions of my career. I was a devout Latter-Day Saint for a long time (aka Mormon), and they are rather uptight about such things. Sex, talking about sex, and even mentioning that you were a human being full of fluids and desire were all big no-no's. I, despite everything they tried, am still a horny old bastard. No amount of religion will remove that from me.
I hit a bit of a slump after my dad died, and writing became something I did, but did without any real desire or direction. Then, after the birth of my daughter, things got even worse. Lack of sleep and realigned priorities joined to give me a series of start-stop attempts that made publishing seem like even more of a pipe-dream than it already was.
Enter smut. Smut has made writing fun again. Heck, my manuscript is already over 32k words and going strong. My chapter releases are going to start here very shortly. I have had more vigor and energy and enjoyment with my writing than at almost any other point since I began. The words flow, and they flow freely, in time and tandem with the flow of cum.
It's a strange place to find myself, after spending so long attempting to write Very Clean Stories and throw all that away to write what truly lives in my heart: barbarian fuck bunnies.
So here's to the future, to all of you, and to the horny old man that hides beneath my skin. I hope we can all still get along. For my part, I will be hiding that portion of myself no longer.
Smutfully,
The Unsheathed Quill