I think it’s pretty clearly established that I write smut
for a living. Okay, maybe not for a whole living, maybe just for cheap vodka money, but still. I write the stuff that, if done properly, will make the reader need some alone time to take care of urges. That is what I do and it’s a helluva lot of fun.But it’s not entirely who I am
. I am a wife, a mother, a homeschooling parent, and a leader in my community. I am a blogger, and a from-scratch cook. I am a friend, I am someone that people call when they are confused or have problems. I am someone that is always available to watch a friend’s kids at the last minute.But that’s not it, either. I’m a liberal. I’m staunchly pro gay-rights, I’m an atheist, and I’m feminist. I’m strong, I’m a survivor, and I’m intelligent.But that’s not all there is to me. I was an English major with a focus on creative writing in college. I read to escape and I write to process. My husband knows whether I’m depressed, overwhelmed, or just chilling based on the author I’m reading
. I have great conversations about Kafka and Bronte and Hardy with my fellow lit-geek girlfriends.
I have worked hard to develop a network of amazing and beautiful people, and to be brutally honest, I’m afraid of the raised eyebrows if it ever got out that I write erotica. I’m afraid that some of those great mom friends would stop letting their kids come over and play with my kid. I’m afraid that my liberal, feminist friends would be aghast that I write stories (and get turned on by them!) of being fucked by strangers or being tied up and made to submit to a man. I’m afraid that my lit-geek girlfriends will look down their noses at me for starting sentences with the word “But” and for writing things with no higher purpose than to make someone all wet between the legs.
Having a pen name allows me to let go of all those fears and all that pressure. Alyssa Steel is able to write the stuff she wants to write without fear of being ostracized or judged, and that is so god damned freeing! As Alyssa, I can say or do anything in my stories and I don’t have to worry what my grandmother will think if she stumbled upon my them. I don’t have to worry that my kiddo’s friends’ moms are disgusted by the bondage in my stories. I don’t have to worry that all they’re thinking about when they’re looking at me is whether or not I really enjoy it up the ass. I’d imagine that kind of worry wouldn’t make for a very fun moms night out.
When I go into my office to write, I set aside my real name and my real issues. I put on my headphones, turn on Alyssa Steel‘s Pandora account, put on my pouty lips, and become whoever the hell I want to be. Without my secret identity, I could never reveal this super awesome part of myself.
I write the stories that turn you on. What’s your superpower?