by Kiersten Hallie Krum
Oh yeah, you read that right. Dinosaur porn.
Elizabeth hat tipped the dino porn scuttlebutt in her Sexy Saturday Roundup, but let’s take a more in-depth look at it, shall we?
Fair warning: Make sure you have a strong stomach before clicking the below links or reading excerpts.
First announced by Geekologie on Monday, I discovered the dino porn “rage” via The Twitter on Tuesday. On Wednesday, The Huffington Post online had a profile on “Tyrannosaurus sex”. By Thursday, NY Magazine online had a Q&A with the authors. Behold the power of social media. Again.
Two Texas college students are currently making buck hand over fist writing “dinosaur erotica” that features dinosaurs and the women who bang them. In the Q&A, the co-writers of such titles as Taken by the T-Rex, Taken by the Pterodactyl, and Taken at the Dinosaur Museum (I’m sensing a theme here) discuss how they cornered this unexplored sub genre of lizard lascivity in the erotica publishing market . Excuse me while I take a moment to hurl.
For crying out loud, leave it unexplored! Look, there are some sub, sub, sub-genres that should remain platform-free and I think prehistoric bestiality is one of them. I wouldn’t read a shifter novel where there was sex between the human and the shifted shifter (say that ten times fast), I sure as hell am not going to read coitus between a woman and a twelve-foot lizard right before it eats her for breakfast. I mean, those small hands alone! Ew.
But, much like Miley Cyrus’ newest absurd antics, books like these get press coverage and media exposure due to the shock impact and the point-and-look-at-the-train-wreck shared horror. I’m writing about it here out of pure disgust, but I’m still writing about it, thus being (again) the object of my own scorn. But there is enough prejudice and patronization against the romance genre and its many sub-genres as it is. We don’t have to create fodder for such discrimination by appealing to the lowest common denominator of porn and calling it erotic fiction!
This, I think, is one of the consequences still playing out from the Fifty Shades infection. While it continues to allow legitimate writers of erotic fiction and erotica (like some of the my fellow Lady Smut authors) the opportunity to capitalize on the mainstream recognition of their sub-genre, dino porn exhibits the long-term effects of the popularity of that poorly written, derivative, border-line plagiarized nonsense. While originally popularized by Twi-hards jonesing for the sex Stephanie Myers failed to provide through most of her original opus, Fifty Shades garnered huge media coverage based on the titillation of (mild) BDSM being read and enjoyed by suburban Moms and other “normal” women readers. Now, every perverse (I think it’s more than safe to call dino porn perverse) new iteration is more ammunition for romance novels to be derided as merely “porn” for women. Technically speaking, these particular books are actually porn for dinosaurs and since the Jurassic Age has gone the way of the dodo (likely long before there was a dodo), so should its porn!
Does dino porn hit your limit of erotic fiction wannabes? Or do you think any and every corner of the genre should be written if there’s an audience who will read and buy it…no matter how disgusting the subject matter?