We met in the Starbucks area of the local Chapters bookstore and fell into a quiet conversation. As we are going to the RWA nationals in California next week we talked about everything from clothing and books to eating at Bubba Gumps. Then I started telling my friend about the last blog post I wrote: “How Can I Forget Sex?”
You think when you chat in places like this that your conversation is private, but the people around us leaned in, and a hush settled around our table. For a moment I thought someone would hit the floor from leaning. And all because I had said the word, “sex,” in public.
Being the Romance writers we are, we kept talking. The word is part of our vocabulary, but clearly not others. On one side a man looked like he was going to go into apoplexy every time I said, “sex.” It was too funny.
I wasn’t being prurient. I was simply talking writing craft. But the word, the three letter word “sex” stirs our society. It brings to mind that which hides behind the bedroom doors of our nation.
I say: let’s go for the stir.