Back in the early 2000s, I used to write real, filthy smut. I mean, stuff that makes me blush even to this day. It had quality to it- it wasn’t just x-rated trash; a story was told with each one, and I recounted many of my sexual adventures. There was an online publication- Clean Sheets- that I published several of my poems through. I just tried to go to the website, and it appears defunct, alas! That made me sad-that website was a lot of fun.
Of course, back then I had plenty of material, working as an exotic dancer in a medium sized city. So much material, hehe. The environment was ripe (*snickers*) with ideas and opportunities to “make stories”. I worked with some incredibly sexy women, and unfortunately, some really messed up beautiful women.
Nowadays, my sex life is far from what it used to be, and I have not had that creative sultry juice for several years now. Maybe it’s lost forever- the way the lines would slide into my head as I swung around the pole. They would be so complete, and good I would be amazed.
I do have a poetry collection ready to be published, but it’s more abstract thought than anything exciting. I believe it’s good and intelligent and thought-provoking, but I guess we’ll have to wait and see others opinions.