Sex in books, my quickest Twitter ban yet, and sending about a dozen noods! 😳

Dear Diary,

I’ve never understood why people object to reading about sex in books. I was writing the other day, listening to one of my favorite podcasts, (Writing Excuses – Self Publishing Episode), and the book of the week they suggested was a billionaire romance that was described as clean – one that contained zero sex. The recommender went on to mention that the story still had heat, just no sex. This made me stop typing and sit back in my chair. It’s a mystifying concept to me, and also probably one of my biggest pet peeves about adult literature. And movies. Any form of entertainment, really.

Don’t get me wrong: I’m not talking about full-blown pornography, or even erotica. I’m simply curious why some authors don’t write about sex at all. I mean…

1. That’s not very cash money, yo. 😅
2. It’s completely unrealistic.

I mean, we’re humans. Much of our biology is centered on the sex act, and the biological imperative we feel is undeniable. They say sex sells, and the reasons for this are so obvious I’m not even going to insult your intelligence by listing them here.

So when an author writes a story with zero sex, no sexual attraction, or even a few moments of romance or eros, it always makes me scratch my head. How is that in any way realistic? How can you completely leave such a huge part of human nature out of something that is supposed to be a mirror of life? I mean, I understand when the stories are short and focused on a specific situation (like many of the stories in my Dark Jubilee series on Patreon) but full-length novels intended for young adults and adults? I dunno.

It just seems weird.

Sorry for the rant. It’s just always been something that perplexed me.

Moving on to my personal life…

Twitter banned me, yo! And I don’t mean some sort of weeny-ass shadow ban that I get all the time (your girl has a mouth… or, I guess, fingers… whatever) that gets her in trouble all the time. I stay getting lightly banned on social media on a regular basis. It doesn’t even phase me anymore. This time, though… this time was a bit different.

The Breonna Taylor decision was just announced. I was (as were most people) floored. I mean, those motherfuckers literally got away with murder. It’s an insult on several levels and makes me not only furious but deeply ashamed to be an American. Is this really what our country is about? So, you know me, I immediately sent out a tweet:

 

 

Moments later, I was blacked out of my account. It was my quickest Twitter ban yet! I couldn’t tweet, respond to messages, like (heart) posts… nothing. I could see posts and DMs, but I couldn’t interact. And apparently, I wasn’t the only one. Loads of other people (mostly high-profile types, which is another thing that confused me – I am not a high-profile type) that tweeted about Breonna Taylor experienced the same thing. Not only that, but follower counts vanished or were significantly reduced. Luckily, that didn’t happen to me.

We were all floored. I wrote to Twitter immediately, of course. They had me jumping through hoops: I verified my phone number, changed my password, and sent them about a dozen noods (😂). After all that, my account was finally restored – several days later! Twitter, of course, said the tweet was not the cause of my ban, that it was merely a glitch in their system, and they would have it fixed ASAP. I dunno, though. It all seems pretty suspicious…

…Ultimately, I’m just glad to be on my favorite social media network. Which, by the way, you should be following me on. Unless your account is straight porn, I usually follow back, and I’m on damn near 24/7, so go check me out!

See you there. 🥰

#Alexa

 

💡 The More You Know 💡

Research shows that everyone has up to 6 doppelgängers.

It has even been found that people of different genders can be doppelgängers of each other.

Furthermore, there is only a 9% chance that you will meet one of your doppelgängers in your lifetime.

 

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On being a domesticated loli…

Dear Diary,

I came to a startling revelation the other day: I’ve become a domesticated loli. 🤯 Way back in my younger days (i.e., last year), I was all about clubbing, getting wasted, and having recreational sex with a small, select group of friends and exes. I wrote when the mood struck, but otherwise, I was all about living. If you think some of my Diary entries last year and the year before were bad, you have no idea. The things I didn’t record we’re way, way worse. 😅

Then the Coronavirus happened, and I was forced to stay indoors. It was a dramatic lifestyle shift, for sure, but also an unexpectedly pleasant one. After the initial outrage/tantrums/bouts of crying, I decided to make the most of my incarceration and turn up the dial on my writing, and… well, before I knew it, everything kind of just changed.

Instead of managing to squeeze out hundreds of words a day, I bled out thousands. Instead of straining to publish three or four Patreon posts a month, I released three times that. And I had an immense amount of fun with it all, so much so that at the end of the day, I felt creatively (and mentally) drained. So awesome.

Which makes me wonder. What’s going to happen once this is all over with? Once the virus is more or less under control? Once I can go out again and I’m free to frolic to and fro like I used to?

I’m not entirely sure that I want to anymore. I kind of like staying indoors, being productive, and being safe from all the craziness outside my door. I was thinking about all this the other day, and I came to a startling revelation: my prison, my bubble, has become comfortable. In fact, I’m not sure how often I’ll go out at all once this is all over with. Is this kind of how prisoners feel when they’ve been incarcerated for a long time? Do they dread suddenly having absolute freedom thrust upon them?

What about you? Are you going to resume your normal life once all this insanity is finished, or has it permanently scarred you in some way? Let me know.

#Alexa

 

💡 The More You Know 💡

There is a technical name for the “fear of long words.”

It’s called “hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.”

 

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