Greetings
people. I’d like to talk
about the phenomenon I suppose I’m part of. Maybe we should call it a movement.
It has become more of a story in the last few years but in reality, it has
always existed.
What
am I saying? Females who write gay romance.
Now,
first let me say, I’ve only been publishing pro for two years. I’ve been writing
for years and sharing the stories with friends to read. Over time, I got better
and they told me I needed to try selling some of these. So, I joined the ERWA over 9 years and started
sending my stories over the list. I got some great comments and finally two
years ago, I decided to submit.
However,
when I wrote the tales to the list, they were hetero. I was okay at it but I
figured, this wouldn’t be more than something I did in addition to my regular
job and I’d never turn it into a career.
Let’s back track to 2009.
I
discovered something I really enjoyed reading called slash fanfiction. For
those of you not familiar, slash is same gender pairings, mostly m/m. I read
these on Livejournal as well as a site for my favorite band Duran Duran called Lovely Planet of There. Now, I’ve always
loved watching manlove in erm, adult movies, but I’d never really read them
until I started reading slash. And it went beyond DD, it went to Depeche Mode,
Placebo, some slash of TV shows, Lord of the Rings, etc. I was HOOKED and
finally I said, oh I think I’d enjoy this a lot more. That was when, Sharita
Lira, the m/m writer was born.
Much
to the chagrin of some of my friends who read my m/f, I began writing more
slash and almost completely abandoned hetero because I loved writing about men
in love. It was just something so much more exciting, arousing, and taboo
telling the tales of two men who find one another attractive and move to the
bedroom. WHEW.
A little over two
years ago, I finally subbed my twisted stories to several publishers and well,
about 30 plus stories later, here I am! A lot of people ask, including those in my
immediate family, what’s the reason? I stated some of them but the most important
one is, I believe love sees no color or gender. In reality, if you truly have
emotions for someone, regardless of how others feel, you will pursue them. The
other reason? I love being the rebel and even though the manlove genre has
exploded, it’s still considered a niche subgenre, placed under erotica. (Don’t
get me started there)
So
in closing, I write manlove, gay romance, gay erotica and I don’t hide from it.
Yes, sometimes, and I do mean sparingly, I write m/f. If I’m feeling female,
I’ll add a gal to my male pairing to make it saucy but at the moment, all my
muses love the m/m and until that changes, which I don’t think it will, I’ll
continue to be part of the movement.
For now, my latest with NNP is Candyman by BLMorticia
Blurb: Alain Roux is the new President of the world famous Diamond Candies chocolate factory on the South Side of Chicago. His father, Demi Roux lost his battle with cancer and has left it in his care despite Demi’s brother’s advice to leave it to him. Alain has no interest in the company but to fulfill his father’s last wish, he takes on the day to day of it anyway.Ty Washington is a born and raised Southsider who’s working there to put him through college. Recently, his father threw him out because he confessed he might be gay. When he and Alain talk, his heart soars and as badly as he tries to fight it, the two connect and eventually they decide to give their relationship a try.
In BL’s own humorous way, she’ll tell the tale of a man and his subordinate as they overcome the struggles to build a long lasting commitment.
Excerpt from Candyman written by S.Lira aka BLMorticia Copyright 2012
I don’t like this!
Unfortunately,
Ty couldn’t sleep, despite his knowledge of his upcoming early shift. The bills
weighed heavily on his mind and, instead of getting the proper rest, he decided
to log on to his favorite porn site, Brothas in Heat. A free site he’d found
while searching for pictures to rub off to, and he hadn’t stopped looking
since. Damn hormones. Regardless of
what was going on, a man could always find time to masturbate.
Fucking slow connection! He mooched off someone in
the building’s wifi – someone who didn’t have a secure network. Lord knows, he
couldn’t afford his own.
On
his laptop screen was a picture of a black man: his legs spread, feet up in the
air; an older white man plowing his ass with his large uncut dick. Ty had his
own in hand, jerking off wildly, while he salivated over the video clip. “Mhmm…”
He licked his lips and gawked at the display, totally hating himself for being
so aroused. Ty wished it was him getting it from that stud, despite the fact
that the idea of penetration terrified him.
In
moments the tremors took over; he covered his mouth with his free hand, trying
his best to muffle his own screams. Long, white ropes of his own cum painted
his chest. “Fuck!”
Beads
of sweat popped on his forehead. His brown skin coated with perspiration, the
heat swirled around him. Ty’s toes curled, he gritted his teeth and leaned back
in the folding chair to ease himself down from the sexual high.
No
question – men did it for him so much more than women. It was time to face the
fact that he was indeed a gay man.
After
catching his breath, he closed the notebook and got up, dragging himself to the
bathroom to wash off the sticky substance and sweat from his flesh. The throb
in his cock had been satisfied, but his right hand hurt from all the self-love.
While running the water, waiting for it to warm, he glanced at himself in the
mirror. “Why me?”
Why not you?
The
man in the glass spoke back to him, scaring the living daylights out of him. Of
course it was only his subconscious telling him how stupid he was for denying
his true feelings. No one could change what they really felt deep inside; they
could either accept it or ignore it. Ty couldn’t do the latter any longer. Females just don’t do it for me!
Despite
the hot towel, he ran it along his stomach and inner thighs, cleaning the
residue from his body. At first touch, he sighed deeply and closed his eyes, enjoying
the burn. In three short strokes, he’d removed the remnants of his own juices
from his skin. Ty turned the valves to shut the water off and turned out the
light. Time to get some shut eye.
Hopefully he would sleep, since he had to be up in three hours to make that
early morning shift. Unable to keep his eyes open, he flopped on the bed,
holding the pillow as if it were a lover. As usual, the coils of the sleeper
couch pinched him on his stomach and legs. Surely that would leave marks. Who cares? No one’s lookin’ at my ass
anyway.
Within
moments, Ty drifted off into a deep slumber, not thinking about his unpaid bills
or his fucked up confusion and now certainty about being a gay man.
Damn it all. I’m tired!
***
Alain
tossed and turned until the alarm went off at five-fifty, signaling time for a
shower. “Shit!” He pulled the pillow over his head, not even bothering to shut
the annoying thing off. “Oh God, who signed me up for this again?” Alain
finally reached over and hit the top of it, making the noise stop. Still
yawning, he removed the blindfold and rubbed his eyes. “Still fuckin’ dark
outside. No one should hafta wake up when there’s no sun out!” Would he ever adjust
to these early mornings? Who knew, but he’d have to do it soon.
Slowly,
he slid his feet from under the cover, attempting to put them into the slippers
that sat at the side of the bed. “Coffee, I need coffee!” Tossing the eye
covering, he raked his locks with his hand. “Damn, hair a bit long much?”
The
moment he did manage to get his toes into those warm shoes, the door opened and
Lucas came strolling in with a big mug and a tray of what looked to be food.
Alain
smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Now this might be a good reason to wake up
early.” Damn, stop flirting! He knew
it was wrong to be making suggestive comments to his deceased father’s lover,
but he couldn’t help himself. The man was just too delicious to ignore.
Lucas
rolled his eyes. “Cut that out! Sit up and eat this small breakfast that
Marisol made for you and get ready to go. I told the staff we’d be there between
seven and seven thirty.” Lucas made a production of checking his Rolex.
Still
not wanting to move, Alain ate a piece of toast and sighed. “Ack! I hate
getting up at this hour!”
“Well,
too bad. You need to be at your best Alain, if you wanna beat your uncle.”
Lucas sat on the end of the bed and stared at him some more, then he grinned.
“God, you look more like Demi every day!”
Alain
nodded. His smug grin replaced the grimace. He took a sip of the coffee, then slid
closer to Lucas and peered into his grey eyes. “Do you wanna find out how much I’m
just like Dad?” Alain couldn’t help but flirt with Lucas. The attorney was hot,
hands down one of the hottest men he’d ever come in contact with. Plus, he knew
it riled Lucas up.
“Hey,
no; you stop that! I told you, never in a million years! Now eat your
breakfast!”
Alain
glanced at the ceiling and went back to eating. “Sorry Lucas, you’re just so
handsome, ya know? I’ve gotta get me a man and quick! I’ve been way too
lonely!”
Lucas
cocked an eyebrow and drew up his lips. “Obviously!” He got up from the bed and
looked at his timepiece once more. “Just hurry up and meet me downstairs. Don’t
make me come back up here after you, ya hear?”
“Yes
sir!” Alain saluted. He allowed his eyes to follow the hot counselor as he left
his bedroom. “Dayum, baby. Dad? Why’d our lawyer have to be so hot? You cursed
me!”
Sharita Lira -
In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.
This happily married mother of two beautiful children loves music, computers, reading, and still enjoys reading and writing fanfiction. She’s a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens. She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.
For more information, please visit http://www.thelitriad.com as well as her Facebook fanpage,The Literary Triad.
You said it right, Sharita: "It was just something so much more exciting, arousing, and taboo telling the tales of two men who find one another attractive and move to the bedroom. WHEW."
ReplyDeleteThe old stereotype was that straight and bi men were so turned on by girl-with-girl, but straight and bi women just didn't care about guy-with-guy. Wrong! Half the fun of reading erotica is getting to "experience" something that you normally wouldn't.