A whole lot of practice, a whole lot of reading, and a whole lot of inspiration.
I have read a lot of porn. I had already read a lot of porn way before I wrote my first story. Porn I liked, porn I didn’t like, and I’ve learned a lot from all of it. I’ve also read a whole lot of queer and sexual fiction outside of the internet, which had greatly informed a lot of these stories as well. Themes explored by so many authors–from J. G. Ballard to George Orwell to Ursula K. LeGuin to Octavia Butler to Anthony Burgess to Aldous Huxley to Dennis Cooper to Oscar Wilde to H. P. Lovecraft–have all popped up in these stories of mine in one way or another.
This genre is, often, incredibly derivative, and that’s frustrating–part of what I’ve tried to do is push the boundaries of this and see where it can take us. Also, freshness is relative! Very few of these stories I write feel all that fresh to me anymore. If anything, I’m constantly terrified I’ve fallen into a rut I can’t escape! Maybe that paranoid helps me break out of the molds I’ve made for myself as much as anything else.
I’ve also made much of my reputation by being an author who will write pretty much anything. I’ve kind of cornered the market on the strange, the unusual, the furry, and the filthy. I never bothered restricting myself, as far as what I’d write (ok, so there are some things I hate writing about and avoid, but in a few cases I’ve buckled and written them anyway). Commissions have helped in this regard, because everyone has their own strange ideas that I could never have come up with in a million years. I never imagined I would write a scene with a guy fucking a car. I never imagined I would write a story about a rich anachronist populating an abbey with helpless old servants while he fucks around with nubile young men. I get forced out of my comfort zone a lot. I know way to much about how various animal cocks are shaped. And I love it–this is the best job I’ve ever had, and I hope I can keep doing it for a long while yet.
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