So the coolest book on the block is 50 Shades of Grey by Twilight enthusiast E.L. James. It stars Anastasia Steele, the virginal heroine who falls in love with power-house Christian Grey. The two start a BDSM-based sex-relationship (DISCLAIMER: I haven’t actually read the book), a la Mills & Boones with lots of sexy details and descriptions of sex scenes and sexiness.
My only involvement with said novel was an article I wrote about erotica (citing 50 Shades as a popular example), with interviews of South African authors of erotica in the August issue of Marie Claire.
But it seems my role in Mills & Boones-esque literature wasn’t yet done.
My favourite sex-blogger and internet person, Dorothy Black, couldn’t stop imagining me while she read the book. All because of my glorious surname: STEELE.
She wrote a funny little blog post about my role in her imagination (as well as a promise that she didn’t wank to the many, many sex scenes of me and hot guy she pictured me with).
I can’t help feeling both flattered and amused. Nothing like starring in an erotica novel (though only in one person’s imagination) to give the ego a much-needed boost in the throes of a ‘too-much-carbs’ winter.
In completely unrelated news, having a long-distance boyfriend in this rainy, cold Cape Town weather makes me a miserable Sam. Where is my cuddle partner? My default activity partner? My handsome hugger? In Jo-LAMES-burg, that’s where!
At least I have these tweets to keep me amused…