Lit Porn

Hello Pillow,

Allow me to share a minor discovery. While clicking on the Next Blog button the other day, I chanced on an interesting blog among dozens and dozens of uninteresting ones.

It is a diary written by a female, about 30 years old, she says, who signs only her three letter initials, and who willingly serves as a "slave" to a somewhat mysterious male "Master". She describes their relationship in excrutiating detail, a sado-masochistic relationship, which she claims to enjoy immensely. The Master lives and works far away, she says, and they see each other every several weeks when he comes to visit, for sessions of sexual dominance and submission.

It appears to be an honest blog, with a good, but not an overwhelming, portion of it being erotic or pornographic, and quite explicit at that. (You'll have to locate it yourself. Or request the URL by personal e-mail.) But the reason it is of note is the quality of writing, yes, believe it, which makes one suspicious it may be another one of literary hoaxes the likes of which we have seen lately. The writer is very articulate describing her thinking, her desires, her dreams and hopes, and her relationship with the Master, who, she reports, encouraged, or ordered her to start writing this blog. It makes for fascinating reading without being vulgar pornography.

Now, admittedly, I'm not the best judge of these things, as I haven't read Marquis de Sade, Henry Miller or O, who penned that classic masterpiece The Story of O, and my only reading experiences in this area have been via steamy erotic poetry sent to me by a woman friend in the past year, and a long ago visit to an adult book shop to verify an assertion made by Emmett Grogan in his memoir Ringolevio, stating that the main rule he and all writers of the literary genre had to follow when writing pornographic novels, that they sold to publishers for $200 apiece, which in the 1960s was like a million dollars or less today, was to have on every page an explicit sex scene, so that a browsing bookstore customer opening the book at random would always encounter exactly what he, and it was invariably a 'he', was looking for inside a work of this type. The assertion proved to be correct.