Peep Show: a review

The exhibitionist in us wants others to disapprove, as well as to admire, for it is in this that we find the tantalising ‘edge’.

Wilmington, North Carolina, 1950 by Elliot Erwitt
Photograph by Elliot Erwitt (1950)

Here is the line in the sand, and here we are, stepping over it.
Here is my body; here is my lust.
See it in my fingers and in my eyes, and in my quickening breath.
Look away if you don’t like what you see…
Except that I know you won’t.

Peep ShowPeep Show: Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionists, edited by the Queen of Erotica, Rachel Kramer Bussel, is a gem of an anthology: each story perfect in its own right, original and well-crafted, surveying the paired delights of voyeurism and exhibitionism.

‘Clean and Pretty’, by Donna George Storey, is a sensual masterpiece, displaying the very paradox at the heart of the collection: that the essence of our desire to be watched, to ignite the flame of arousal in others, is based not just on the notion of seeking admiration but also on a yearning to defy boundaries, to defy the watcher’s approval, to defy commonly-held canons of ‘decency’.

Bruce Webber
Photography by Bruce Webber

Every act of exhibitionism is a performance, as in Jennifer Peters’ gloriously bold ‘People in Glass Hotels’, and in Lolita Lopez’s ‘Indecent’.

Of course, the coin’s reverse is all the more potent when illicit. Forbidden pleasures are, inevitably, the sweetest, as we see in Elizabeth Coldwell’s tantalising ‘Audience Participation’, and in Nobilis Reed’s cleverly rendered and multi-threaded ‘Glass’: both extolling the joy of watching, uninvited.

Hans Mauli
Photograph by Hans Mauli

Rachel KB’s own contribution to this treasure trove, ‘I’ve Only Got Eyes For You’, and Angela Caperton’s ‘Calendar Girl’ end the collection on a note lavender-sweet and dumpling-soft, showing that exhibitionism is not confined to the shadow-world. Every one of us can enjoy the act of display, and there are so many ways in which to do so, to the enrichment of our self-esteem, while feeding a secret desire to shock.

Perhaps the jewel in the crown is L.A. Mistral’s exploration of the relationship between the knowing performer, and the open watcher, writing in ‘The Theory of Orchids’: ‘The more we cherish something with our eyes, the more it flourishes. Our attention changes both who we are and what we look at. Our watching changes everything.’

Manuel Álvarez Bravo, Maniquí tapado (Mannequin covered), 1931
Photograph by Manuel Alvarez Bravo (1931)

We read for entertainment, but also to know ourselves better, to find an echo within the pages, and to witness parallel universes. Knowledge of each ‘other life’ opens a door within our own.

Mannequins, E1 by John Claridge (1968)
Photograph by John Claridge (1968)

Reading, of course, is an act of voyeurism in itself, and this anthology, by its very nature, encourages us to embrace the process.

Read, and watch, and enjoy.

(For more voyeuristic delights, you may like to visit my Author Page on Amazon to see where my pen has been tickling…)

The Journey of Love

My dear friend David (aka Grumpy Writer) presents a three poem journey of love: the pleasure; the passion; and the pain.

David ‘was born before there were such things as televisions, electricity or the written word. He attended an all-girl comprehensive school (until he failed the medical) and david chandler grumpy writer writer's grump dr.whodini writer authorcurrently resides on a small asparagus plantation in Fiji with his two cats and an invisible ostrich called Gerald. Well, the bit about the cats is true!’

You may like to find him on Twitter

 

 

 

The PLEASURE

What could be the ending to this fine September day?

The answer is still hidden and I really cannot say.

Perhaps to hold me close to you, take me in your arms.

Whisper that you trust me, that you know I’ll do no harm.

 

Gently lift your finger and wipe away the tear

of happiness within my eyes each time that you are near.

 

To guarantee a lifetime making sure your life rings true.

To show you that from now on there’ll be no more hurt for you.

 

To be as one, no matter what the world outside us holds.

For we are more than friends or lovers, we are entwined souls.

 

Perhaps to marry and confirm our love to one and all.

And each year to renew that vow and from the rooftops call.

 

To hold our newborn baby girl. Our own sweet child, as we

swear to cherish this new life. Love her unreservedly.

 

And as the years grow shorter and we’re frail and dim of eye.

To sit together in the park; watch young lovers walk on by.

 

And not be scared to say goodbye, when we take that final breath.

Our love it has no barriers. It transcends even death.

 

So what could be the ending to this fine September day?

To tell me that you love me, that you’ll never walk away.

 

 

 

The PASSION

‘Pull me close,’ she said to me.

‘Feel my warm embrace.

Closer, closer darling.

Your breath upon my face.’

 

‘Hold me tight,’ my lover cried.

‘Let me hold you too.

Tighter, tighter darling.

All I want is you’.

 

‘A gentle touch,’ she smiled at me.

Her hand upon my skin.

‘Touch me, touch me darling

And sense the warmth within.’

 

‘Love me now,’ she whispered.

‘Our feelings we shan’t hide.

Love me, take me, fuck me.

I want you deep inside.’

 

‘Look at me,’ she told me.

‘Look into my eyes.

I know now that you love me

and that it isn’t lies.’

 

‘Sleep with me,’ she murmured.

‘Close your eyes and sleep.

For we are here together,

there is no need to weep.’

 

‘Live with me,’ she asked me.

‘Live our lives as one.

Jus me and you; a life anew.

A new day has begun.’

 

 

The PAIN

This may be the last poem

that I’ll ever write to you.

This may be the final time

I can say I love you.

 

This may be the last poem

that tells of how I feel.

This may be the final time

I voice these feelings, real.

 

I may never tell you

how dim the sun did shine

whenever I was with you;

Whenever you were mine.

 

I may never feel again

the warmth, the joy, the care.

I may never see again

the sea breeze through your hair.

 

This cannot change the thoughts I have.

This will not hide what’s real.

What we shared was special.

It’s something I still feel.

 

This may be the last poem

The last of all my days.

For with you, you take all my love

as we go our separate ways.

 

Take care my friend I love you

and I will always care.

Where I go you’re beside me…

 

 

…although you won’t be there.

 

 

 

 

 

Big Brain Erotica: Best Reads of 2015

My sincere thanks to the hugely knowledgeable, insightful and unfailingly entertaining Terrance Aldon Shaw of ‘Erotica for the Big Brain‘ (in my opinion, the very best review site for erotic fiction) for including ‘The Gentlemen’s Club‘ among his ‘best reads of 2015’.

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I’m in excellent company, alongside:

Twentysix (Jonarthan Kemp)Twentysix (Jonathan Kemp), with its ‘wild surfeit of language’ and ‘sumptuous banquet of experience’;
the ‘bold, surprising and sometimes shocking’ Addictive Desires (Big Ed Maggusun); andAddictive Desires 002
Katie in Love (Thurlow)Katie in Love (Chloe Thurlow), beautiful in its melancholy,  ‘reflective, sensuous and cerebral’.

 
Libidinous Zombie (ed. Rose Caraway), ‘skillfully melding horror, erotica, comic sensibility and the macabre’ and featuring some of the leading writers in the genre:

Malin Libidinous Zombie 2James, Remittance Girl, Rose CarawayTamsin Flowers, Jade A Waters, Raziel Moore, Allen Dusk and Janine Ashbless

(see here for my own review)

 

 

Generation Game 2

 

 

Generation Game (Secret Narrative), an artful exploration of mature desire

 
One Night Only 2One Night Only: Erotic Encounters (ed. Violet Blue), a steamy anthology boasting such literary legends as Rachel Kramer Bussel and Donna George Storey

 

 

The ‘intriguingly original and soulful’ Aphrodite OverboardAphrodite Overboard (Raiment) (Richard V. Raiment)

 

 

Lips Like Ice (Peggy Barnett), ‘which contains elements of classic feminist science fiction in the best tradition of Ursula K. Le Guin and Margaret Atwood’

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The ‘genre-bending, thought-provoking and heart-warming’ Counsel of the Wicked (Rebel Mage: Book 1) (ElizabethCounsel of the Wicked (Schechter) Schechter)

 

 

and, in praise of the enduring, voluptuous, intoxicating delight of Angela Carter’s Bloody Chamber, Bloody Chamber (Angela Carter)a nomination for the release of the  75th Anniversary Edition