Today I got involved in two discussions, both on the topic of the title above. Discussion of debate, not fighting, of course.
One with a publisher who some time ago refused my work, due to homoerotic themes. When contacted on Facebook, she asked for my opinion, not mine, but a general one, about the new website. As I don't miss the tram, I took advantage and sent it straight away:
I haven't visited the website. After you rejected my work, without even reading it, because there was explicit homoerotic content, I lost a little fun and got along better with other partnerships.
She decided to return it, which was great, because she really wanted to give it back:
Augusto, it's just a question of catalog guidance, you must understand that. Hugs and success!
As the conversation was going on at a good level, as it actually remained until the end, I continued:
I understand, so much so that I didn't even question it. However, I don't agree, because I consider this issue of limitations regarding sex taboo. The author can write a scene of a guy biting another's head off, but he cannot explicitly report what men do in real life. Having sex is like having lunch, with due proportions.
The chat didn't stop there, again she:
Well, I absolutely refuse to publish scenes of a guy biting another's head off, lol.
Then I thought she had taken the part for the whole, and I tried to resume:
Well, I perfected the example, right? lol But the fact is that detective novels, or even psychological ones, often focus on violence, and this is not an obstacle to their publication or even access to conventional media. DOMINATION, my first book, has violence, especially because it deals with this fetish. Now, I know that the violence it contains would not limit it in any way. What sticks is sex. What taboo is this? People can see bloodbaths, but seeing sex is indecent.
Unfortunately, the conversation stopped there, at least at the time of writing. I think this subject is a lot of work. Isn't it amazing how something natural, which should be like eating and sleeping, is viewed with such reserve? If the author can describe a beautiful meal, so that his readers visualize and even feel the imaginary flavors, why can't the same be done with a beautiful fuck?
Explicit violence, okay. The author can appear on Veja's list, he can be interviewed by Jô Soares, if he's stupid he even appears in Faustão. Explicit sex? Now go to the ghetto without shame!
Not that I want to go to Faustão, folks, I'm out.
Big kiss!
