What’s Wrong With Serious Erotica?

What’s Wrong With Serious Erotica?

I write serious gay erotica, not pornography with cardboard characters, but complex, contemporary stories with complex, contemporary men who happen to have sex like men have sex with other men. In fact, in my mind well written serious erotica is the most honest kind of fiction out there since it reflects how gay guys – frankly how any two person relationship live – with dead on, no holds barred honesty.

I have six books to date out there, four published by gay publishers, the rest self-published because frankly gay publishers do shit for you as an author, but l’ve run into roadblock after roadblock in getting my word out.

You need to be on Amazon, and all my books are available on Amazon as ebooks. Oh, Amazon will stalk you about doing paid promotion on its pages but when it hears you write erotica, suddenly you’re outside their community standards. Give me a fucken break. The average 10 year old knows more about sex than l did when l was 21. And as far as offending anyone, well, I get pretty offended when l hear Evangelical Christian propaganda. Does anybody care then?

Facebook ain’t much better. Sure you can buy paid ads, but when l tried to promote one of my books using its cover l was told two bare chested men just wouldn’t do. Christ!

Most gay publishing houses are run by women and their editors will rip your man to man sex scenes to shreds till they read like “Little Women.”

My publicist – a woman – told me that a significant portion of readers of male gay erotica are women, yes women!  (Says a lot about the American Female Psyche, doesn’t it?) Consequently, says she, l must make my stuff more appealing to the so-called delicate sex. No drugs, crazy rough and tumble sex, or off the wall themes. (When, for example, l write about man-boy love or incest, no-no’s with the gay publishers, it’s an integral part of the plot, not there for mere titillation.) And unlike some Nebraska housewife or New Orleans lesbian writing gay erotica from their fantasy imaginations, my sex is real because it happened to me.

So where are the male readers l write for – jerking off, camming or watching porn? I’m hoping my just completed audiobook version of my latest novel, “For The Love of Samuel,” narrated by yours truly, will change their naughty behavior.

You can find all my stuff at eroticgayromancebyRPAndrews.com

And here’s a sample chapter from the audiobook version of “For the Love of Samuel.” I’m the narrator.

First a quick summary of the book:
New Yorker and aging gay man Billy Veleber who abhors growing old has lost Mitch, his former meth head lover, to his habit, and Gus, the older man in his life and mentor, to despair, when he is confronted with the chance to become 21 all over again, through the magical prowess of the dog tag of a long dead Civil War soldier, Samuel Evans. Young again, Billy abandons Manhattan for Fort Lauderdale where he meets Dare, the love of his life, whose clever quick rich venture first bonds them, then threatens to end their idyllic lives together forever. Billy also faces the reality of having to tell Dare the truth about himself.
Chapter 9: With Gus no longer in his life,  Billy, the once aging 51 year Manhattan gay man, begins his transformation to a youthful 21 year old Billy thanks to the prowess of the magical dog tag of Samuel Evans, a long dead Civil War soldier, which he was given in a thrift shop in Chicago. As long as you have or had love in your life, you will return to the age of the Civil War soldier died whose dog tag you wear. Suddenly cocky with his libido now of a young stallion, Billy visits the local baths for the first time in years.

“Samuel” is available on Amazon as an e-book; audio version soon.