At the risk of offending anyone reading today’s post, my blog title is my way of letting you know, I’m heading into the dark side today: the dark and highly forbidden side of bestiality. I’d like to offer an open discussion about the topic, if anyone out there *hello* cares to speak.
I must give our friend Janine Ashbless a proper nod, because I landed onto her blog posting some time ago, which connected me to Billierosie’s blog. It appears the three of us fancy beasts, and our beasts are not anthropomorphic. Note: I think it’s important to mention that Janine, Billierosie and I, all love and respect animals. We’re each animal activists in our own way. Suffice to say, this post is certainly not about animal cruelty, which personally makes me want to vomit.
If you’re an erotic writer, you know there are certain subjects you’re not allowed to touch: rape, sex with those under the legal age, and sex with animals, aka, bestiality. Oh sure, you can write about werewolves, vampires and other creatures that possess human characteristics, but no editor or publisher I know will touch your bestiality prose. And please, I’m in no way placing blame here, especially not with any editor or publisher. I’ve come to respect and admire too many people within the erotic pool. So, once again, at the risk of offensive behavior, I suppose I must beg the question, why? Why can’t we write about rape, under age sex and sex with animals? And before I go and tell my mind to shut up, because it’s already conjuring up of all the violence associated with these subjects, I have to remind my mind that it spends most of its free time with other artists. So my mind hears, sees, and feels what other artists express: the good, the bad, the hurtful, the violent and the obscure. The difference is I know many artists touch upon these taboo subjects in their work, so why can’t I write about it?
I’ve posted recently about a conversation I had with Billierosie about one of the very first, erotic stories I read, an erotic thriller titled, Topping From Below. This book is loaded with enough sadist masochism that the Marque De Sade had to have been smiling up from his darkened grave. This book is what I would consider gritty-dark. It’s a thriller that most definitely spoke, hell, it sung about bestiality between its lurid pages. It’s a dark, number that you won’t ever forget. It’s still one of my all-time favorite erotic thrillers too. I find I’ve referenced passages in this book on more than one occasion when trying to draw upon a dark emotion. And I’ll be honest, the bestiality in the story is not for the thin-skinned either, however, both the writer and the story needed the images of the dog and the pig (sorry, guys) in order to demonstrate the character’s psycho-psychotic mind. The book would not have had the same impact without the bestiality woven into its pages. And I’m not talking about rubber-necking, sensationalism here either.
The more I write, the stronger my voice gets. I suppose every writer feels that way, which is what we all strive for, I suppose. I’m also becoming less and less fearful about speaking my voice too. Although, I don’t like to offend anyone, so maybe I’m not as strong voiced as I’d like to be. I’m a very positive-minded person, but when it comes to erotic writing, I’ve always preferred the dark side: “Luke, I am your father.” (sorry, couldn’t resist). My favorite color is black, my last name is Black. I love dark meat, dark chocolate, dark men, film noir, and my very, very favorite perfume is Chanel Number 5, with its dark, spicy notes and its sleek, black case whisper and coax me into deep, dark places, or down forbidden paths where beasts seem to live. And boy, do I love exploring roads less traveled; less blazen, filled with ugly pot holes, rocks and scraggly bushes. Roads that lead to no where, but everywhere.
When I first picked up my erotic writing pen, I wanted to express what I call the “rub” in each story. I still do too. “What’s the rub?” You ask. The rub for me is that place inside each and every person where the light side meets the dark side, and the dark side starts to look more like gray, than black. I like that dirty, dark place that lies dormant, until I scratch at it and it awakens, with an erection! I could pay an analyst a lot of money to determine why I like the darker side of things, but I’m content to shrug my shoulders and simply write about it instead.
My erotic pen did meet a beast that wasn’t human once, thus far in my erotic writings. That beast taunted my heroine and drove her wild with forbidden lust too. She was scared and brave at the same time, so for me, that was her rub; when the two opposites collided, or kissed for just a moment. In the end my heroine didn’t fully submit to his dark, beastly ways, but who knows, maybe next time she will.
What do you think about erotic taboos? What does your, dark hidden path look like? Does is have a beast? Is he sexy and non-human-like?
Neve dark side, Black