As witty and seductive as I am sarcastic and self-deprecating, I spend as much time as possible thinking and writing about sex.
No, not dense, inscrutable post-feminist texts on media representations of gender and the body--that was grad school.
I write stories--short stories, novels, and starting a few weeks ago, screenplays--most of which poke and prod and the dark little corners of human sexuality. In a sense, nothing's taboo, anymore. There's no act, no fetish that hasn't been made utterly banal in the proliferation of porn. What intrigues and excites me is the exploration of the conflicting impulses, the twisted psychology and turbulent emotions of people who find themselves unable to resist desires that lie beyond their own moral boundaries.