by Jeffe Kennedy
No, I'm not reading a sex scene to my folks, here. It's a poem I wrote for their wedding ceremony - my mom's third wedding, after being twice widowed. And yes, they totally asked me to write and read the poem for them.
I'm very blessed this way, in the support from my family. Not only has my mom always encouraged me, but so does Stepdad Dave.
So, do they read my very naughty books? (Sapphire and Petals & Thorns are both BDSM erotica and Feeding the Vampire is a very hot short. Speaking of which, Feeding the Vampire is up for Book of the Week here, if you feel like voting.)
Yes. Yes, they do.
I even dedicated Sapphire to them, because they were both so great about Petals and Thorns - talking it up to their friends, and never once acting like what I'd written was offensive in any way.
This makes my family unusual, I think.
My mom has always been very open about discussing sex or "making love," as she called it when I was growing up. She let me watch it in movies, because she always thought it was ridiculous to let kids see violence and not love. She told me that love-making is intense, powerful and full of joy, if you do it with the right person.
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Enter Stepdad Dave, who is retired Air Force and far more conservative that us, in our frivolous party ways. But he's fit right in. My mom occasionally mentions that they bribe each other with offers of "unnatural sex." No, I have no idea what this entails.
There are some things even I don't want to know.
I think that's the key: openness without excessive detail. At least it works for us.
On a final note, this is an exciting week on Word Whores, as we are also opening up, expanding and adding our first MALE Word Whore!
Meet James R. Tuck.
He'll be our new Monday whore, so you'll be seeing a post from him tomorrow. We'll see if a man can be just as much of a Word Whore as we can.
Feel free to heckle.