I grew up in Florida. Not that Florida, the Florida with Disney and South Beach and Boca. I grew up in that other Florida. North Florida. Or as those people south of the Big Bend Area (where the panhandle curves south in what looks like an oddly shaped penis) calls Alabama. The Florida I grew up in is mostly rural, farms, ranches, miles and miles of pine forests, lakes, rivers, swamps, and small towns dotted here and there. Straight down the center of north Florida is the Central/Eastern time zone dividing line. I grew up on the central side of that line. Close enough that I spent several New Year’s Eves celebrating twice. Once on one side of the Apalachicola River and then we moved the party over the bridge to the other side and started all over again.
So what’s this got to do with Cup O Porn and why I’m here and all that? I’ll tell ya. It’s about being an erotic romance writer and the fun and games that ensues when I go home. That inevitable question of what do you do. Or I hear you’re a writer. What do you write? Have you been on Oprah? Yes I was asked that once. No I haven’t. And then the asker just rolled their eyes. I guess you’re not a REAL writer unless you’ve been on Oprah. And my personal favorite question started with what do you write and ended with so I can pick it up for my daughter (this from a cousin with a five year old). Uh. HELLO!
I write porn. Smut. Sex books. Dirty kinky filthy books that will secure your place in that hand basket for sure. And psst…I write books about men-having dirty kinky filthy sex with other men sometimes more than one at a time.
Do I go home and advertise what I write? Oh hell no. I don’t go home and advertise that I’m a liberal either. I’m a girl raised in the south or as we call us down here I’m a GRITS. I’m supposed to be sugar sweet and love football and hunting and fishing and go to church three times a week and keep my house spotless while taking care of the passel of kids I birthed and holding down a day job at the same time. I’m not even supposed to read dirty kinky filthy sex books. Of course most people look at me funny because I read in the first place. Why yes Grandma I do like me some books. It gives me something to do and keeps my mind occupied. Well, get on out in the chicken house and get the eggs, that’ll give you plenty to keep you occupied.
My family wasn’t big on church, but it’s still part of who we are as a people. And this is where I live even now across the state line in the third largest city in Alabama, it’s the culture. Jesus and the SEC are our gods and hunting and fishing is our pass times. I write dirty filthy kinky man sex books in the Bible Belt and I haven’t been tarred and feathered yet. Yet.
My blog: Beg For Mercy
I feel like a little traveling music. And I know just the song.
Thank you Marie and Heidi for having me on again and keep up the good work, love this site, it introduced me to Corbin Fisher porn :) . Hope y’all have a great Monday. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.