erotica

De gustibus non est disputandum

Moriah Jovan
Painting of a very scantily clad muscular man with long black hair, and in front of him a busty but more modestly clad woman with red hair.
The Clinch™, starring Fabio and whoever the girl is, I don’t know.

Genre romance gets a lot of shit: “lady porn,” “cliterature,”1 “beanflickers,” and garners complaints such as “porn for men is reviled because it’s visual while porn for women is celebrated because reading.” These epithets are applied liberally by men and women, no effort to differentiate subgenres is made, love stories are confused with genre romance,2 and to non-romance readers, romance is just code for erotica, even if there’s no sex in it at all.

While that is true, in general, women’s art is seen with some disdain regardless of what it is, how well it’s done, or in what cultural/societal conditions it’s made, I’ll save you the feminist rant. For now. You’re welcome. Read more →

Book Review: The Duchess et al

Moriah Jovan
Cover of THE DUCHESS, HER MAID, THE GROOM, & THEIR LOVER by Victoria Janssen, showing a woman in an 18th-century stomacher with a three-strand pearl choker, a man lying on her stomach and hands reaching toward her.

The Duchess, Her Maid, The Groom & Their Lover: An Erotic Novel
by Victoria Janssen
Published by Spice

Please note the title and study the cover a bit. Does that say “romance novel” to you? Me, neither.

And yet, despite the absence of the word “Harlequin” anywhere on the cover, on the copyright page, on the “coming attractions” back matter, apparently, Romancelandia thought this was a romance. I don’t know why, unless Romancelandia simply has no history with pure erotica. Read more →