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In defence of writing confessional stories

I write confessional sex stories. Which is a weird thing to say because¬†I’m not really confessing sins or expecting absolution. I’m just telling stories and expecting readers – if they’re kind enough – to click or share or stump up some cash for my books.

Confession is a pretty horrible word – drowning in centuries of expectation. It conjures images of the religious urge to ‘cleanse’ people of their misdeeds via exposure. Telling your stories so that others can judge you: shout ‘shame!’ as you’re paraded¬†through the town. When you call it ‘confessional’, it’s a wonder anyone chooses to write stories about themselves.

But we do.