Writing with strangers - more intimate than sex
This is written by my alter-ego Dante Biscotti.
The act of writing involves the desire to share something intimate with strangers. The writer is the exhibitionist - sharing the personal if not his person. And the reader the consensual participant and voyeur.
Only strangers will do. Our friends, co-workers or family don't count. Hearing your cousin or brother tell you he liked your article is unsatisfying. Feels a bit incestuous. We shyly offer the gift of our writing, exposing the most secret, truth-telling self leaving ourself vulnerable stripped naked on the page.
I'm a reader too. I'm other writers intimate stranger. and sharing that I like their writing, I'm inevitably a bit self-conscious, in a blush, fumbling for words. It feels like sharing a common fetish in frilly black negligees or biker leathers.
Seduction is with words, titillating with metaphor and subtle word-play.
Readers and writers from separate orbits, our paths cross for an instant, take brief comfort in the presence of each other and race on in our paths across the galaxy.
After reading enough of an author you know him/her more personally than family and friends.Each book an intimate conversation ending with a contented afterglow and the desire for the next encounter.