The last couple of weeks has seen the rise of Dino Porn, which if you haven’t been paying attention, or you’ve been living in a cave or meth trailer—which are pretty much the same thing—you’ve missed out on one of those things that tends to get the Internet tongues a-wagging.
Long story short, two women in Texas are writing tales of dinosaur on human female erotica, where lovely lasses from all walks of light end up getting bedded by various reptilian beasts who breathed their last during the K-T Extinction Event.
But that doesn’t stop the production of Ravaged by the Raptor, Taken by the Pterodactyl, T-Rex Troubles, and Dino and Wilma Make a Porno—oh, wait, that’s Kevin Smith’s next movie. No less than that esteemed cultural critic Cracked.com has weighed in on the matter, and have pretty much declared that the Internet can now be shut down and our libraries burned.
(On a side note to the lady writers in question, can’t Stegosaurus get a little love in your books? Or Ankylosaurus? I mean, if it’s alliteration that you seek, I can think of one for Ankylosaurus. Come on! Lets go for it together. Call me!)
On first glance it’s very easy to make fun of this stuff. I first learned of these stories while roaming the Lousy Book Covers site, and posted the found cover a few days before the tales of Saurian Sex began appearing all over Facebook. I’ve made jokes on this blog about werewolf erotica, vampire erotica, tentacle sex, dragon fantasies that involve more than killing knights and hording gold, and my favorite erotica genre, unicorn porn. I’ll look at these and wonder, first, who is writing this stuff, and that–damn, they’re writing it because there’s a market. Roll over to Amazon and do a search on “Lactating Lesbian Babysitter”, and make sure all the shape objects in the house are put away. You won’t get an exact hit, but the ninety-five you find may keep you entertained.
There is one thing I can’t fault them for:
They’re writing. And they’re writing a lot.
I’ve heard from a few people who’ve said things along the lines of, “I couldn’t write crap like this!” and for a lot of people this is probably true. I’ve written erotica, some of it pretty strange and fetishy, and it’s not an easy thing to do. Sometimes it’s easy to skip the character building moment and go right to the hard core boning. (That last is a technical term, so it’s okay to use it.) Sometimes you just never get the right mood. Sometimes one couldn’t write a sex scene to save their lives.
And then I’ll hear someone talk about the quarter of a million word Harry Potter/Mass Effect crossover fan fiction, where Harry has knocked up Fem Shepard and Luna is running a strip club out of the Hufflepuff commons, and my eyes go crossed . . . I know I shouldn’t do that, but if dino porn isn’t your thing, fan fiction isn’t mine. Such is the world.
Neil Gaiman has written a list of things one needs in order to become a writer. The three I remember the most are write, keep writing, and finish what you write. That last is where I always used to fall down, because I’d start in on a story and about half way through think, “Who’s gonna read this crap?” and just leave it. On another system I left behind about a dozen stories that I’d not finished, and knew I never would. One was an actual novel that I was about a hundred thousand words into . . . it was also something of a fan fiction, and while I’d love to have finished that story, I know it’ll never happen.
Gaiman has also said that, when it comes to people writing fan fiction of his own work, he doesn’t care because no one is going to write something that will change what he knows about those characters, and as long as people are writing, they should keep writing. The Dino Erotica women are not only writing, they’re finishing their work, and they’re selling–probably better than I am with my work. So more power to them, because, like it or not, they are doing what I’m working towards, which is making something of a living off my work.
Which gives me an idea . . . fan fiction dino erotica! I mean, think of the possibilities. First up could be a HP slash fic called Hermione Rides the Hadrosaurus, and I know at least half of you saw, “HARDosaurus”, and now you can’t unsee it. Now all I gotta do is find a picture of a Hadrosaurus and a sexy Emma Watson picture–like there aren’t any of those on the Internet–‘shope the pictures so she’s riding ol’ Hadro like a reptilian pony . . .
Yeah, I’m talkin’ best seller here.
As long as J. K. doesn’t get upset.