Yesterday, Sloan McBride gave us a quick look at how she defines Romance, which is our main topic for this month. In all honesty, it’s our topic almost EVERY month, but this month I wanted to highlight the ways people express Romance and Lust through writing. Thus we have a whole month of Romance and Erotica writers and readers chiming in with their views on the subject.
Thus far it’s been pretty interesting. Well, I’ve enjoyed it immensely, and like MJ Lewis said in our first post on the topic, if I like it someone else will probably like it, too, though he said it better.
“I use my dick as a barometer.”
Still love that line!!
It feels a little like we’re working backwards on our journey. MJ helped us to determine whether or not a romantic or erotic piece is any good, Tabitha Barret told us why we crave it, and now Sloan has shown us what Romance actually is, both the traditional definition, and her more kinesthetic, example-driven definition, with an emphasis on “Forbidden Love.”
It just sounds delicious, doesn’t it?
Since the beginning of time, we as a species have always wanted things we couldn’t have. As far back as the Garden of Eden (if you believe in that sort of thing), man (the species, not the gender) was tempted and couldn’t resist the temptation of the one thing not allowed: the fruit from the tree of knowledge*. There’s an entire Facebook post about it, which went viral because it is so accurate.
It’s a little long though (click on it to read the whole thing), but the gist of it is this: God says “Don’t Do the Things,” and people keep doing the things…
We like the forbidden. We are, by nature, naughty, naughty creatures it would seem.
Let me give you an example: Bad Boys!
We ladies have a thing for the bad boys, the ones who we know are no good for us. We like the way they swagger, taking up more space than necessary, asserting their dominance. That bad boy exterior shines like a neon sign telling us that they possess that alpha maleness that we crave. They can and will (if they accept us) protect us and care for us in a way that the proverbial nice guy can’t.
Look at the way his muscles ripple. And those tattoos that show he doesn’t care about “the establishment.” Facial hair somewhere between “I forgot to shave,” and “I have a beard like a grown up.” Everything about him says that he is a strong man who will take care of business, but not always in a nice way.
And they ooze sex. The pheromones roll off them in waves, moistening the panties of every girl in at least a 15 foot radius. You know a bad boy is going to bend you over and have his way with you wherever the mood strikes him, which is rarely in the modest confines of the bedroom.
We particularly like their tough exterior, which we know is a facade. We want to chip away at it, and show them that they are worthy of our love, just like Tabitha said. We have this need to heal them, somehow.
It’s like we can sense how emotionally damaged they are underneath that strong exterior, and we know that if we can just help them to see themselves the way we see them, they will love us for all eternity and never look back.
Yet, we know it’s not likely. That is a fantasy, which is why it is a trope that does so well in Romance and Erotica. We know that in reality those bad boys are so emotionally damaged that they are as likely to steal our jewels as our hearts, and instead of breaking the bonds of their harsh upbringing, they’re more likely to break our actual bones.
But it doesn’t keep us from trying. It doesn’t keep us from pushing those boundaries, trying to get what we know we shouldn’t want: that forbidden fruit known as forbidden love.
See how delicious it can be?
*As a side note, because religion is one of my things, I wanted to point out that nowhere in the Bible did it ever say that the fruit of the tree of knowledge was an apple. That comes from a handful of polytheistic religions/mythologies. Apples have a long standing history as being sacred and special fruits that are somehow gifts.
For instance, there’s the Golden Apple of Discord that was given as a gift by the goddess Eris, the goddess of discord, who was not invited to a party (think Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty). The tag read that it was for the “fairest” of the Goddesses, and was thus claimed by three different deities. It was decided that Paris (yes, as in Paris of Troy) would choose. Each of the three offered him a gift, and he decided that he wanted the gift offered by Aphrodite. The gift was for the most beautiful woman in the world to love him and be his wife, who was, of course, Helen of Sparta… And thus the Trojan war was started over a woman and an apple…