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An omnivorous reader, Broder had trouble settling on the best sex shed ever read.
(The peach scene is nothing, she said.)
In the end, she chose something more functional: vomit erotica by an anonymous writer on Tumblr.
From emeto-wlw onTumblr:
Shhh, dont take a stab at talk, its okay.
Youre sick, baby.
Maggie rubbed her back gently, trying to calm her.
Thats it, just like that… Maggies words were murmured, arousal masked by calm reassurance.
It stopped long enough for her to catch her breath in ragged gasps, eyes watering, nose stuffy.
Oh my god, Im sorry… that was… oh…
Maggie kissed her shoulder.
She was getting wet, now, very warm and incredibly turned on.
Luckily Mira was distracted and facing away from her.
Do you feel better…
The first time I ever masturbated was to a homemade tape.
I was 10 years old.
Vomit led the way into my sexuality, and for a while, everything was homemade.
I would write erotica for myself, I would create the audio and listen to it.
It wasnt until I was in my early 20s that I discovered vomit erotica on the internet.
First, I read it on Geocities, and then, eventually, on Tumblr.
Tumblr is where Ive found the most variety, creativity, and dedication to the craft.
When it comes to vomit erotica, theres such a wide range.
There isnt always sex at all, or typical sex.
Of course, on Pornhub, you might find tons of videos of women giving head and forced vomiting.
Sex is so mysterious, but for me, Ive narrowed it down.
Its about the total embrace.
Youre being forced to be vulnerable; its not a choice.
Being embraced at your most powerless at your most vile thats where the beauty is.
That particular vein of acceptance and embrace is a safety that feels so sexy to me.
Well, I also find books through friends, but Ive never had a friend recommend vomit erotica.
Its a lonely world.
BDSM has a whole multi-billion-dollar industry, but theres no vomit-erotica conference.
I cant go to a hotel nor do I think Id even want to.
I have no desire to pursue the fetish IRL.
Im not into the smell of vomit.
The thing I like about this particular writer is that she is committed to her characters.
Its not just like, I vomited.
I was turned on.
It was so good, but now its gone.
In this story, the vomit is the sex.
Its also just extra disgusting: Mira burps up wine-tinted bile.
Bile is basically come.
How do you judge literary merit?
Do I want to read it when Im not horny?
Theres writing about sex.
And then theres writing that makes you want to fuck.
How powerful is it that certain words can just immediately change our physiological state and get us there?
In this passage, the writing is incredibly visceral.
Her belly clenched and lurched.
The language is assonant.
Its third-person omniscient, but theres definitely an interiority to the prose.
Each of these women has a character arc.
Ultimately, through Maggies embrace of Mira at her most disgusting, Maggie embraces herself and her own desire.
As a reader, I experience something of a spiritual transformation in reading this story.
When I think of the idea of unconditional love, its God, right?
Maggie could be a substitute for God, or the goddess a maternal God.
Like, You will be beloved, no matter how disgusting you are.
Were all children of God.
I dont know if the writer intended that.
Im going to guess Im projecting that onto the narrative.
Theres secretiveness, too, right?
The lifting of a curtain.
Lifting Belly is an incantation.
In emeto-wlws work, theres not a lot of white space.
Its all out there.
Both works employ repetition, though.
I think some people have difficulty writing sex.
I have difficultynotwriting sex.
Its about utilizing language to change a state.
And for me, that starts with using language to change my state.
This passage on Tumblr is my favorite sex writing because its very utilitarian.
Its a product I have used.
I dont really admire it for its beauty, necessarily, but its chemical for me.
Knowing that words can do that thats how I write sex.
I always feel very flattered when someone tells me that they jerked off to my book.
Im like, My work here is done.
