I’m a Dirty Bird

I love being vulgar!

One of the biggest thrills of writing porn for me is that it allows me to use the dirtiest words I know in the nastiest ways I can imagine. This is something I definitely don’t get to do in my real life. It’s an incredible outlet for my pent up urges, and no matter how much I do it, it still gets me off.

The reason I bring this up is that a reader recently emailed me and mentioned that my vulgarity was one of the things he appreciated about my writing. I took that as a huge compliment. Sure, it’s easy to use naughty words for mere shock value, but to be able to use them to turn people on and inspire them to cum is what drives me whenever I drop my panties and sit down in front of the keyboard.

The flip side of this is that I often get “accused” of being a man because “I don’t write like a woman.” This really pisses me off. Not because someone doubts that I’m a woman, but that they assume a woman can only write in a “womanly” style. Fuck that noise!

I was reading an “erotic” romance the other day and couldn’t get past the first couple chapters. “His fingers gently glided along my cleft to my womanly center.” I might have bought into this flowery crapola ten years ago, but now it just turns my stomach. “His fingers slid over my stiff clit, down between my swollen pussy lips, and plunged into my eager fuck hole.” Now that’s more like it! That’s something I can rub my cunt to!

When it comes to porn, I believe you have to write what turns you on in order to turn anyone else on. Nothing is better than when I lose myself in my writing and time flies by without me being aware of it. It’s magical. That being said, I’m also very aware that I’m writing for others. I suspect at least 90% of my readers are men, and I also take this into consideration. If I knew I was writing primarily for a female audience, I would most like take a slightly different approach. I certainly want to get men and women off alike, but I tend to shade my choices toward what I think would please that guy hunched over his computer with one hand on the mouse and his other hand gripping his throbbing cock.

So, for someone to assume that a woman can’t make these kinds of considered choices when she writes, and that only a man can write in a deliberately vulgar style, is just flat out ignorant. I know I shouldn’t pay attention to these clueless goofballs, but it still bothers me because it means that there are people out there who continue to discount a woman’s intellectual capacity despite all the overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

I may be a plain-Jane mom and unambitious housewife, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be just as crude and vulgar as the next guy!

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