Thursday, September 15, 2011


What I love about romance and specially M/M romance is that anything goes. The jock falls in love with the geek, the vampire goes down on a werewolf, and the shifters, well, the shifters are the ones having tons of fun. If you don’t believe me, ask Tomcat Jones.

The dictionary defines pansexual as a person who participates in (or is open to) sexual activities of many kinds, and I think in our core, we’re all pansexual, if not physically, at least, in our little tricky fantasy world.

One of my favorite moments of True Blood is when Sam has this sexy, teasing dream about Bill. I was disappointed that the producers didn’t as a minimum let them kiss properly, but I understand where that came from: the gnawing voice inside each of us telling what’s appropriate and what’s not.

However, what that televised dream proved is that even Sam Merlotte, straight as he is, deep in his most forbidden place has a hint of curiosity. Never to mention Jason, who after drink Jessica’s blood had 10 seconds of Hoyt riding him. Yeah, womanizer Jason.

Many of you might say, but it’s just TV.

And I’d tell those of you, writers are human, and as that, reflect what humans think. In the same way, any master of horror is human enough to have that darkness inside them. Gory scary creations do not come from sunshine and flowers but from fear and torments that are inherently human too. Nevertheless, this is Manly Romance by Gabbo, not the Corner of Gruesome Bitches, so let’s go back to passion, lust and the prohibited.

When two (or three) guys fall in love, they’d do it with their bodies. Hell yeah, that’s one of the best parts of having the same equipment. However, most importantly, they’d do it with their hearts, and in the most subliming stances with their souls. That is what romance is about: our inner core.

Whatever we read touches us. It caresses our Psyche intimately and triggers a response in outward and inward levels. Arousal is human, as much as a couple of thousands of years of repression are trying to force-feed us otherwise. When you deny your body, you’re denying an intrinsical part of you.

Mind, body and soul are a sacred trinity; each is responsible for the other and could not be separated without serious damage.

I don’t care if you like it kinky, or vampy or alien. It’s up to you to accept what’s your pleasure and act accordingly. And when I say act, please read, read accordingly, because not all have the nerve (and the stomach) to walk into a dungeon and get lashed, no matter how hot is the deliverer.

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