When I set out to learn about my mother's bridge club, the Jewish octogenarians behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, their gen, and the ragged path that led me back to my mother.
I recently finished a novel that had a lot of sex in it. It was written in the first person and our male narrator, at least in his own estimation, was a fantastic lover. He went down on his lovers for an eternity, he rocked their worlds with his solid. Where is the clumsiness, the insecurities, the bad kisses and bad breath. I’m not a prude, you know I’m not, but I’d like to see some bad sex for a change.
Any thoughts?
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Betsy Lerner 
I’d like to see no sex for a change.
LOL
May I suggest my college journals.
Ha ha. Or mine. More longing that actual sex unless you count all the three night stands.
Lol! Right? Is sex always as good as they say it is? You bring up a good question
Would you settle for a song about it instead? Because that giant of philosophy & Aussie cultural icon, Kevin Bloody Wilson, has the perfect antidote to that book:
This is the truest love story I have seen.
As always, Tetman, you hit the nail squarely and drive it right in with one blow. No puns intended, but this subject’s a minefield, right? The problem, for some, is that this is the ONLY love story they’ve ever seen.
And as for true stories, you should hear Kevin Bloody Wilson’s Christmas song
I actually have a bad sex scene in my WIP… we’ll see if it survives the second draft.
I’ve written a whole volume of bad sex. Maybe two. Maybe even three. Very little of it, however much it is, has been published. There doesn’t seem to be much of a market for it.
Can you share the title? Asking for a friend.
I’m too much of a pussy.
Lord, who knew?
In favor of awkward sex scenes. Fart noises from belly sleeping, and elbow to the eye, is he trying for anal or just doggy style? All worthy of the written word.
He is trying.
Bad sex?
If the strawberry shortcake you take to bed is covered in lo-fat whipped cream.
That you run out of double-As for your small appliances.
Good sex?
Auto correct on repeat!
I only ever write bad sex, and I LOVE reading it.
Shanna? Is that you?
It is! Who’s this?
The old woman who lived in the shoe. Nice to see you, lady.
Ditto, friend.