Ah, the eternal question. I am an open book. I have no secrets. Everyone that knows me knows everything about me. Even people that don't know me, within five minutes of knowing me, know most everything about me. At least the important stuff.
Which brings us to today's topic. Smut! :D I've been writing smut for a longgggg time. Certain members of my family are aware of this, but it didn't really become a HOT topic until my debut release. Blind Faith, my erotic romance novelette, released at the end of July this year. I had no intention of hiding it from my family until I recalled the day my great uncle had a near-heart attack after learning my first ever email address had the word 'sexy' in it. I thought, "Hmm. Maybe we should keep this on the down-low, at least for the older, more delicate generation."
But keeping a secret in this family is next to impossible. As my release date rapidly approached, my mother went into fits. She made me promise to refer to my writing as 'steamy romance' and to never again use the term 'smut'. Okay, Mom. Smut, smut, SMUT. :P
I was amazed and thrilled at the outpouring of support from friends, fellow authors, and smut lovers everywhere when BF released. The coolest part was having a copy of my own book on my Kindle. The not coolest part was having my mom discover my Kindle copy and demand to read it. When I hesitated, she rationalized by saying that if she knew how "steamy" it was, she would then be able to inform other relatives to either stay far, far away, or to read with caution (and increase their Viagra supply).
So I let her read it. In the van. On the way to picking up my grandparents for a drive in the country. She was silent the entire time. Freaked me out a bit. Then my grandma sat in the seat next to her and Mom handed the Kindle over. Grandma laughed all the way through it. Okay then. I didn't realize it was a comedy. Though their reactions were quite different, both agreed that the writing was very impressive, they thoroughly enjoyed the storyline, and they loved the characters. But I think my grandma is scarred for life. Oh well. At least she knows the modern lingo for a roll in the hay.
A few weeks ago my brother and his new fiancee came to my parents' house for a visit. His fiancee purchased Blind Faith while they were there, then she proceeded to read it in another room. Next thing I knew, she and my brother disappeared into his old bedroom, and when they emerged close to an hour later, they looked a little happier and a lot more dishevelled. I wasn't sure whether to be disturbed beyond belief or proud in my ability to cause sexy times. I settled for half disturbed, half proud.
Since then I've learned that at least three couples in my family have had sexy times after reading Blind Faith. Some of my male relatives are hugging me longer now. My aunt asked me how the porn writing was going. Am I laughing or crying? I don't even know anymore.
So, my question to all you fine people, should you or should you not allow your family to read your smut?