Because we are sexual creatures.
Because someone, somewhere, will click on that link, or pick up that anthology, and lean in a little closer, their body language somewhere between curious and alert.
Because there’s a moment, erotic in-and-of-itself, when a writer describes a phenomenon or sensation or fantasy precisely in the way that you have in your own mind, and here is someone else describing it, someone else who knows.
Because people have been punished for it, time and time again, and yet they have pushed through—pushed through censorship, pushed through prison and torture and worse, to bring the erotic to the page, and to consume it.
Because we have imaginations that are constantly moving outward, expanding like the edges of the universe.
Because sometimes it’s nice to read prose instead of watching a video or looking at a picture. Continue reading