Good old, wacky Marquis de Sade. Got to love the guy. He was a hoot and a half, no? Even if you are not a kinkster you have no doubt heard the term ‘sadism,’ and even if you don’t know from whence it comes (it comes from this well-heeled society reprobate) you probably have a hint of what BDSM is, maybe have brushed past sexual power exchange, heard the term (or played at being a) ‘top’ or ‘bottom’?
(Oh, I know, don’t worry, I know you’d never dream of trying these kinds of things in your bedroom!)
Well, if you want a peek into fevered dreams of high naughtiness or just a reminder of what you get into on a regular basis twice-a-month with the girls down at the bridge club (those nights you put the cards away and wiggle into the leather) have a look at the new cool hardcover from Goliath Books, Marquis de Sade – 100 Erotic Illustrations. We’ve been on about Goliath before. Releasing photographic and illustrated tomes, this publisher, based in Berlin, are not afraid to take on controversial subjects (and show a lot of skin). And while all the Marquis was into is not everybody’s cup of tea, the stuff you will come to in this hardcover are pretty damned naughty…and involve quite a lot of folks in each scene.
To the Marquis, the more was definitely the merrier.
Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade, born in Paris in 1740, was a relative of the French royal family. He is known mostly for his bad behavior and writings (most of which were done when he was jailed for life in 1777). He was a man known for holding orgies, whipping women, and frequenting prostitutes. And while lots of what the Marquis got up to has been sighted as non-consensual (something no one can rightly condone) one can’t help but notice the historical significance of his writings and the many illustrations that went right along with them.
I am generally bored with the extensive sex scenes in a contemporary romance genre but I love gay erotica, the cradle of the boys’ love genre and all LGBTQ sub-genres that have been resulted from the mother-father of the LGBTQ fiction.
We can have long discussions about broad disparities between the genres and sub-genres and their missions but, without appearing too vulgar, no doubts, the main target of erotic literature is to arouse the reader sexually.
To write GOOD erotica is not easy, don’t underestimate it. Not only sexual fantasy has to be impressive in its own way, but the PLOT itself and the WRITING have to be in harmony with each other. M. Christian with his Finger’s Breadth met all the criteria for a fascinating erotic novel. Not what I expected, but it made this book even more impressive.
I won’t qualify it as horror, but I read not too many horror books to be a judge. There is a touch of romance, suspense, psychological thriller and a social satire. It is kinky and philosophical. Erotic. Terrifying. Fascinating. Disturbing. Intriguing. Haunting.
A gay community of San Francisco is terrified, anxious and insecure. A maniac is at large with an eye for mutilation. No one is safe from him. He drugs his victims and cuts off the top of their little fingers. Cops and freelance agents are hunting him but all they have are dead-end leads. The number of gay men with nine and a half fingers grows up and with it a spirit of solidarity. You have still 10 fingers? Maybe you ARE the Cutter?
We learn from different men and the way they deal with the fears and handle their lives in these gloomy times. It is like an analogy of a short stories that in some way are connected with each other. But WHO does it and in the first place WHY. Don’t expect a clear statement at the end, don’t hope too early that you get it, and you know what is going on here. Very intriguing.
I listened to an audiobook, and I would like particularly to mention an extraordinary writing style that A.A. Ron, the narrator, emphasizes even more.
It has an invisible strong rhythm that is SIMPLY impossible not to hear. Very creative and captivating.
A.A. Ron did a fantastic job. I have to admit, it was not love from the first tone. His style appeared a bit robotic. But once the story started to unfold, his voice grew on me and I asked myself how I couldn’t have seen it from the very beginning.
I’m glad to discover M.Christian, a new interesting writer of erotica genre. My first but for sure not the last book by the author.
Nothing to review and nothing to report this week…I just wanted to expound (rant?) on an idea that crossed the old noggin last week. I don’t usually take to any of the many blogs I write to do this kind of opening-my-head-to-just-let-an-idea-pour-out-my ears (as in, who the fuck cares what any of us really has to say?) but I was thinking about the idea of ‘make-up’ sex and how, really, I have never had it nor do I think I ever will.
Especially as I have grown ancient, brittle and jaded, what rises my Titanic these days needs come from an emotional/intellectual tickle as much as a physical one. Sure, a comely upturned ankle can still turn my head and God knows I am a sucker for legwarmers (especially when worn by a woman), but really I need to be ‘all in,’ in all ways, in order to be into giving forth with my amazing staff of minty sugar love, or even my attention. I need to know I’m cared for, and that my partner has my back
Ewww, does that make me sound like a pussy? Sorry, but it’s true.
‘Make up’ sex? My reasoning here is that, if you have just fought with your partner isn’t the very last thing you want is to be near them? Yeah, I know, the make-up sex is supposed to occur a requisite amount of time after the fight, but the fact that it is called “make up” sex means it is making up for the fight, that you two are reacting to what you just went through. It’s kinda too raw on the bone for me, sorry to say. I mean, I can understand maybe boning her sister—has she one—or her best friend over a chair for a little of ‘How’s your father?’; talk about revenge! But unless you and I don’t get settled what we fought about I am not about to get into bumping pink parts (or even making cookies) with someone I just fought with.