Dear Readers and Contributors,
I (Jordan) attended a dinner party a few weeks ago where I knew only a couple of the dozen strangers seated at the long table. Over wine and delicious platters of cous cous, hummus, homemade pita and cucumber salad, talk inevitably turned to careers. “So what do you do, Jordan?” a woman in a conservative gray sweater asked me, quite innocently. Even before stepping through the stranger’s door, I had decided to use my “cover story,” the one I use when I am unsure as to whether my true career will make for awkward silences and looks of disapproval. I opened my mouth to tell the other guests about my work as a business correspondent for a local paper (something I did in a former life before erotica took its hold on my heart). But suddenly, a warm rush of red wine emanated from my toes, up, up to my chest and out my mouth. In a slightly quivery voice, and with a face the bright red color of an Irish sunset, I announced, “I’m an erotica editor and sex advice author.” A hush dropped over the table, and my face grew ever brighter as I silently reprimanded myself for my audacity, and pictured the conservative guests surrounding me on either side gathering my coat and purse and unceremoniously booting me onto the front porch, or even worse, trying to save my soul. Then, to my surprise, the hostess who wore a bright yellow sweater, a heavy wooden bracelet, and a mischievous smile announced from the other end of the table, “Well that is fantastic! Who knew we had such an interesting guest at our party?” With her stamp of approval prominently displayed on my forehead, the other guests at long last exhaled and a rush of questions and conversation ensued. Suddenly, I was the bright center of attention, when before I had been politely and quietly absorbing the scene around me. The table had turned from polite and formal to animated and a bit raucous, more wine was poured and smiles glowed bigger. By the end of the evening I had given out my business card and book titles to nearly everyone there. It was a good reminder that I should be proud of what I do, no matter where I am or who I am with.
This is our battle call to all of you talented sex purveyors! Be strong, be brave and be truthful about your craft, you might find the world is more ready for your talent than they care to admit.
With love,
Jordan and Samantha
