The romantic…or less than…times...

A while ago a very good friend said to me “Do you write anything else but sex?” Yes, of course…what’s your point? Are you saying romance writers are solely focused on catering to a market of sex starved women who want to believe a man can take a woman and forcibly seduce her into doing anything he wants? Is it that the market is now totally about one woman being shared by three, four, five (etc) men at once? Is it that having implements stuck up one’s bottom – a tail, a feather…and god knows what else…are more exciting than just being with someone who makes you laugh and feel good without all the heat and sweat? Is it that women have evolved to a point that sex is more important than romance? Or it is women know what the want sexually so they’re going to take it even if in book form? Is romance dead? I dunno…