Originally published: 26.05.16
If you’ve ever been to Eroticon, you’ll know it’s amazing*. It blew my mind the first time I went . I loved it just as much the second time I went, but, well, they do say that three times is the charm, and when you add in the fact that the wonderful Ruby Kiddell has hosted this weekend of wonders for the final time, it’s perhaps unsurprising that I’ve spent the past few days with an idiot grin on my face and a profound, unshakeable conviction that I did something amazing, and that we are amazing.
In most people’s heads, there is a dividing line between erotica and porn, whether it’s class-based (erotica is expensive and upmarket, porn is grubby and cheap) or artform-based (porn is visual, erotica is text). Though elements of the mainstream world regard any type of sex-related entertainment as dubious, there’s a general consensus that something erotic is morally and culturally superior to anything designated pornographic.