Showing posts with label Tropic of Cancer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tropic of Cancer. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 3, 2020

SHOW ME YOUR PANTIES

             
                              Itthe
INSECURE WRITERS SUPPORT GROUP
                     BLOG DAY
The first Wednesday of each month, members of IWSG announce a question that members can answer in their IWSG Day post. These questions may prompt you to share insight or a personal experience or story. Remember, the question is optional.
IWSG was founded by Alex J. Cavanaugh and is a forum of writers who gather to talk about writing and the writer's life. 

The awesome co-hosts for the June 3 posting of the IWSG are Pat Garcia, J.Q. Rose, and Natalie Aguirre!

June 3 question: Writers have secrets! What are one or two of yours, something readers would never know from your work?

OK, my secret came out of my mother’s underwear drawer.
Now before you go thinking kinky of me...
You should know my mother was an avid reader... 
On the bookshelves in our living room was an eclectic mix: Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales, Balzac’s Droll StoriesOne Thousand and One Arabian Nights, Shelley’sFrankenstein. 
(These books had fantastic illustrations)
Also: Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Louis Stevenson, Tolstoy, DeFoe, Dickens, Robert Frost, Homer, Lewis Carol, and dozens more. 
And on the coffee table were the bestsellers of the early ‘60’s: Hawaii, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Agony and the Ecstasy, plus stacks of Reader’s Digest monthly selections. 
One hot summer day when I was eleven, I was talking with my mom in her bedroom as she ironed my dad’s shirts, and I spotted a paperback book on her bed.
She saw me look and, faster than a cheetah chasing a wildebeest, she snatched that book and stuffed it in her underwear drawer. 
Well, curious, as all kids are,
I went into that drawer the next day, which happened to be Wednesday—her weekly coffee klatch with the neighbor women—and found buried treasure under the underwear
The Carpetbaggers 















and... 


Tropic of Cancer.







So you're probably guessing...
That many Wednesdays after that...
When my mother was at the coffee klatch...
I went into her underwear drawer...
And read...
Not just those two paperbacks...
But many more.
Needless to say... 
I got an eye-opening early sex education... 
And... 
I never looked at my parents quite the same way after that.
But to better answer today's question... 
Readers may not know from this blog...
I sometimes write erotic short stories. 
Anyone surprised? 
So?
Whats your dirty little secret?

Well, it doesn’t have to be dirty.

Always,
Em-Musing