Has Erotic Romance Corrupted Me?

I was watching television the other day where people were exposing secret kinks. One such woman admitted to her 23 yr old daughter that she makes amateur porn. The daughter was devastated, the mother upset about the daughter's response, but not about to quit what she likes to do. And while the mother confessed her "ugly" sins, the interviewer watched on, judgmental and dismayed. Oh the shock, the horror, that a woman over forty likes sex and wants to share!  Granted, making porn is not exactly my thing, but you know, who the hell cares?

My first thought was, big hairy deal. So what the mom likes to make porn? You don't like it, don't watch it. 

Am I wrong in thinking this? 

If my mother came to me and admitted to rolling around in the altogether on camera, I wouldn't be lining up to watch. (Sorry, Mom, but just...eck.) But I wouldn't cut my mom out of my life for this. If she's not endangering her life or my own, her choices are just that--her choices. 

Often when it comes to sex, what others consider too graphic, pornographic, or overly sexual doesn't offend me in the least. A man and woman in love? Awesome. Two men? Terrific. Two men and a woman in bed? Even better. 

I think a person should be a certain age and maturity level before being exposed to such matters, but sex isn't ugly or dirty. Procreation--a natural function that some take to all new creative highs (and lows) can be downright fun. Yet our puritanical society wants to hang and burn anyone who shows a nipple. Now, you can torture and gut folks on TV and in books and movies, and that's not so bad. But show one couple screwing and OMG, call the National Guard and put at STOP to it. 

I don't know. I just don't get it. I think consensual sex is exciting, beautiful, and a part of life. What's not to like? Everyone has his/her own kink, but if no one's getting hurt and everyone's having fun, is it so bad? 

Or maybe I'm just numb to the shocking value of pee-pees and vaja-jays, writing so much erotic fiction. The first time I read the word "cock" in a romance book, more than eight years ago, I was shocked. Now, not so much. You find course language in books everywhere, from Walmart to Target to Barnes and Noble. I don't attribute this to 50 Shades (as this was happening way before the book released) but to women reclaiming their sexuality and finally admitting they like sex. And it's okay. 

Yet for every woman who wants to write a sexy book, flash her boobs on TV, or make amateur videos, there are a hundred more claiming it's all sin, women are sluts, and sex should only ever be between a husband and wife (not two people in love, but a man and a woman) in the dark and in bed. I'm thinking those people must be so incredibly unhappy, always hiding their fantasies and pleasures behind the moral right. 

But perhaps I'm a deviant writer who doesn't know any better. *shrug* Again, I really don't care what others think, and honestly, I want to applaud the woman who wants to make amateur porn. Not necessarily for doing it, but for having the courage and belief in herself to do what makes her feel good. Her daughter is an adult, her family on their own. So why should she live to make others feel good about themselves? It's her life! Have sex, have fun, film it... You go girl!

Hell, I've been topless on a topless beach in France. And guess what? No one cared! When it's the norm not to obsess about bodies and sexuality, life goes on as normal. America, get a grip. Hmm, yeah, a tight grip. And have some fun. :)