In The Heat of The Moment

There’s something thrilling about writing sex scenes when you haven’t had it yourself.

Some people would say that the lack of experience would mean I don’t know enough about it. But I and others would argue that this isn’t necessarily true.

I write about fantasy lands in a way that portrays them as if they could be real. I write characters in such intimate ways, that I craft them and learn every little detail about them. So why wouldn’t I have the knowledge and the ability to write about them being together?
Spending years fantasizing about something I’ve wanted but haven’t been able to get and haven’t been deemed worthy of by society can make up for lack of experience. I’ve written scenes, previous to the ones I write now, and over time I’ve watched my ability to write about such secretive and supposedly taboo topics. I’m not ashamed about writing such scenes, and yet I hesitate to show my writing to people. When I’ve sent them to my friends, they’ve spoken of nothing but praise and words of advice. But when I have shown others, who have found out about my ‘dirty little secret’, I get looks of confusion, surprise and embarrassment and I’m made to feel as though I’ve done something wrong. Scolded like a child, who snuck into the cookie jar and started to nibble on the treat that they weren’t supposed to have.

Why should I hold back what I want to write? For the sake of conforming to societal expectations and being pushed through a pre-established mould?

Frankly, fuck that, if I want to write scenes of love and passion, between characters that I have put my heart into then I will.
If I want to write about sex and the sex that I want but can’t have, then I will.