I Write About Sex For A Living

by Carol Taylor

Don’t get me wrong, writing about sex for a living is GREAT, if you’re having sex. If you’re getting it on the regular, writing about sex can be fun, fulfilling, informative, and inspiring. But if you’re single and not getting laid any where near close to regular, then researching, talking about, writing about and thinking about sex—particularly the sex you’re not getting—is TORTURE.

Come with me down memory lane: I’d just sold a book of erotic fiction to a major publisher. I’ve got a sexy boyfriend, with a great body and an even greater sex drive. I was set. Then he dumped me. Why? Oh the irony: He started to feel insecure about me writing about sex, and talking to writers (read male writers) about sex.

So there I was, two months post-break up, single, horny and immersed in all things sex, and sadly not getting any. If this isn’t a dilemma, I don’t know what is. The real picture is of me sitting at my laptop in my sweat pants and favorite t-shirt, eating take out and feeling fat and ugly, and did I mention horny. Luckily a delivery of sex toys arriving at my door gave me temporary solace.

So what happened? I wish I could tell you a story of reconciliation and hot sex with my ex, but no. We’re still exes and he’s still a mess and boy am I glad he’s outta my life. And I’ll be honest; those toys I’ve been “sampling” are a lot more satisfying than he ever was. But I’m hopeful. I do what I love and make money at it. I’m learning about my sexuality and I get to talk about sex with like-minded people. In fact one of those like minded people and I have a date this weekend and you know what? I’m feeling lucky.