Hello, my brother and sister writers of erotic flash fiction from all over the world! It’s an overcast, chilly (40s) day in Pittsburgh.
The Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette is slowly becoming the magazine I always knew it could be: a home for talented writers who are committed to writing first-class erotica.
When sex is essential to any art form, it ceases to be just sex. Sex becomes a metaphor for the human experience and condition. I’m not saying that every time a writer sits down to write erotica, that he or she should ponder the cosmic meaning of sex. That would be silly. And besides, a talented writer just has to write his or her story, and the unstated “meaning” of the sex will find its way into the subconsciousness of the reader.
I do believe that a well-written erotic flash fiction story will not only capture the immediate reality of the characters in the story, but the story just by being a story will also say something about the universality of the act of sex.
These reflections of mine are not original. Others have said it much better.
Sex has a long and respected tradition in all the arts. I think it’s always a good thing for writers of erotica to be aware of that tradition.
These are my humble reflections on the erotic flash fiction short story.
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