I have to agree with Devor on this one. I found this posting disturbing for a bunch of reasons, and I didn't say anything because I'm not a man so maybe I don't have a right? I have several male friends raising children who aren't theirs, and to watch them... You can tell there is love flowing out of them that is genuine. I even have a friend who never wanted children... he dated a woman when he was 43, who had a nine-year-old daughter and he LOVED that girl. He used to vent to me about his relationship and he wanted to break it off with the woman because she had craziness problems. But he didn't want to because he loved the daughter so much. He used to talk about all the wonderful things he got to do with her and how he just reveled in seeing the world through a child's eyes. But he had no legal right to be her parent. The only way he got to be a part of that little girl''s life is if he kept dating the mom (who had a lot of control issues, money issues, insecurities... a life with someone like that can be really hellish).
Also... I've met quite a few men over the years that would try to mount anything with legs... but I've met many more who loved their women and were faithful... sometimes to a fault. I mean... there comes a point when you need to know you CAN leave. Especially when things aren't healthy. You need to get back out of your comfortable corner you painted yourself into and find a better woman with which to share your life. Not everyone makes a good partner just because they're faithful. In fact... sometimes I think faithfulness can lead to real laziness... in a relationship-destroying way. As much as unbridled jealousy.
So I get it. I have a high sex drive and I have since I was young. I'm not ashamed to have slept with a few people I didn't know their names. Nor the friends I've crossed the lines with, out of the blue sticking my hand down their pants or whatever. No one ever seemed to mind. But... there's a lot to me... and I tend to feel that people who count notches in their bedposts are missing something pretty big about the experience. And I think ideas have changed in a world where one in five American adults has herpes. It was a little different in the nineties when I was sleeping with high school kids who were pretty safe. I can't imagine being a promiscuous adult... scary. Really scary.
So... thanks Devor. I know a lot of men and they're a varied lot. Some are good fathers to children they didn't sire, others run from any sort of commitment. Some have a habit of making the rounds, telling every twenty-year old woman they meet that they're special... others are twenty-year old virgins. I think thare is validity in all ways of being and honestly... it's a great thing, because as a writer, it keeps me thinking about characters and gives me a lot of tools.
Historical Romance is not a creative genre. It begins with a woman so damn gorgeous her father/ the nuns/ her brother locked her away from the world that couldn't handle her beauty... and ends when she tames the wild, womanizing knight by cleaning his house. The men are all-night studs with muscles and a poet's heart. The women are all virgins who somehow never knew what they were missing but as soon as they do, their hearts explode with passion because let's be real, ladies... sex is the BEST thing in the world and it's what we're all sadly missing. NOT! Yeah, I have two dozen books on my shelf with that EXACT plot.
I think the thing that sets fantasy aside (at least for me) is that you can take it anywhere. I write romantic fantasy... but I'm certainly no romance writer. Any reader of the genre would be horrified to read my stories, where my male leads aren't typical studs and my ladies aren't pliant virgins. In fact... my intimate scenes are awkward, sometimes funny, and all real. Fantasy allows us to look deeper into our heroes and decide which flaws we want to bring to light--which weaknesses can be turned into strengths, and how people grow when forced to. I think it's the perfect opportunity to play with men and women who might not have seemed remarkable, but make them anything but ordinary in the end. I write average joes who accomplish extraordinary things when the time calls for it--those are my men.
Also... I've met quite a few men over the years that would try to mount anything with legs... but I've met many more who loved their women and were faithful... sometimes to a fault. I mean... there comes a point when you need to know you CAN leave. Especially when things aren't healthy. You need to get back out of your comfortable corner you painted yourself into and find a better woman with which to share your life. Not everyone makes a good partner just because they're faithful. In fact... sometimes I think faithfulness can lead to real laziness... in a relationship-destroying way. As much as unbridled jealousy.
So I get it. I have a high sex drive and I have since I was young. I'm not ashamed to have slept with a few people I didn't know their names. Nor the friends I've crossed the lines with, out of the blue sticking my hand down their pants or whatever. No one ever seemed to mind. But... there's a lot to me... and I tend to feel that people who count notches in their bedposts are missing something pretty big about the experience. And I think ideas have changed in a world where one in five American adults has herpes. It was a little different in the nineties when I was sleeping with high school kids who were pretty safe. I can't imagine being a promiscuous adult... scary. Really scary.
So... thanks Devor. I know a lot of men and they're a varied lot. Some are good fathers to children they didn't sire, others run from any sort of commitment. Some have a habit of making the rounds, telling every twenty-year old woman they meet that they're special... others are twenty-year old virgins. I think thare is validity in all ways of being and honestly... it's a great thing, because as a writer, it keeps me thinking about characters and gives me a lot of tools.
Historical Romance is not a creative genre. It begins with a woman so damn gorgeous her father/ the nuns/ her brother locked her away from the world that couldn't handle her beauty... and ends when she tames the wild, womanizing knight by cleaning his house. The men are all-night studs with muscles and a poet's heart. The women are all virgins who somehow never knew what they were missing but as soon as they do, their hearts explode with passion because let's be real, ladies... sex is the BEST thing in the world and it's what we're all sadly missing. NOT! Yeah, I have two dozen books on my shelf with that EXACT plot.
I think the thing that sets fantasy aside (at least for me) is that you can take it anywhere. I write romantic fantasy... but I'm certainly no romance writer. Any reader of the genre would be horrified to read my stories, where my male leads aren't typical studs and my ladies aren't pliant virgins. In fact... my intimate scenes are awkward, sometimes funny, and all real. Fantasy allows us to look deeper into our heroes and decide which flaws we want to bring to light--which weaknesses can be turned into strengths, and how people grow when forced to. I think it's the perfect opportunity to play with men and women who might not have seemed remarkable, but make them anything but ordinary in the end. I write average joes who accomplish extraordinary things when the time calls for it--those are my men.