When my first story was published a month ago, I discovered that there’s a lot more to being an author than just writing stories. These days, you have to have a blog, a Facebook page, a Twitter account… yikes! I set up this blog a few days ago, and have been trying to figure out what the hell to write ever since. I can’t just talk about my stories; that would be boring. But I don’t want to be completely random, either. So I’ve been thinking about what I write, and what I might have to say that’s related to it.

And, as she often does, Aphrodite jumped up and waved her hand.

Aphrodite is the Greek goddess of love, sex, and beauty, in all of their aspects. My relationship with her started about twenty years ago. Well, that’s not exactly true–the things Aphrodite represents have always been at the center of who I am. But twenty years ago, when I was new to paganism, I dedicated myself to her for a year and a day. That’s when I realized I’d been serving her all my life.  That year and a day ended a long time ago, but she and I have never really parted.

So what does that mean? Love, beauty, and sexuality. I’m not talking about the skin-deep version of these things.

Love is more than romance. It’s how we interact with other human beings, no matter how fleeting or shallow the relationship. It’s about respecting and caring for ourselves as well. I believe that we live much happier lives if we look for something to love in every person we meet. That doesn’t mean blinding ourselves to their flaws, or letting them get away with doing terrible things. Believe me, I don’t see the world through rose colored glasses. I recognize the hatred and ugliness that’s there all around us. But that’s why it’s so important to focus on love. It needs to be nurtured.

And beauty? That’s something you find everywhere, not just in a Victoria’s Secret catalog or a tropical island or a rose garden. I see beauty in the rainbow sheen of motor oil floating on water. (Which doesn’t mean I want to spill motor oil in rain puddles, just for the record.) I see beauty in the wisps of smoke rising from a cigarette. Which isn’t to say I like cigarettes. But I refuse to blind myself to what’s beautiful even in something I hate.

Then there’s sex.

I love sex. I fantasize about it, talk about it, and rarely write anything that doesn’t involve it. It’s a huge part of my service to Aphrodite. We’re all sexual beings, so why titter about it like it’s some naughty little secret? And for crying out loud, why tell other people how to do it? Every single person on the planet has their own blend of sexual needs and desires. Even those of us who seem to like the same things still have differences in what turns us on. We need to get over our judgments and fears, and get to know our sexual selves as we truly are, not as we think we should be. In my writing, just like in my life, I want to show people that sex isn’t shameful or weird or evil. It’s just who we are, and a damned fun part of who we are at that. As long as you’re not hurting anyone (in a non-consensual way), embrace whatever turns you on.

So that’s what this blog is going to be about: Love, sex, and beauty. Not necessarily in that order. I do, after all, write erotica.