Whenever someone asks my beloved 'So, what does she write?', he invariably responds, 'Smut. Filth.' Then giggles like a stoopid school boy.
One of the things an out erotic fiction writer (and there are plenty of them still in the closet, believe me) must face are the inevitable 'Wink, wink, nudge, nudge's' and leery 'So THAT'S what you get up to in your bedroom?'s' and 'What are you researching this weekend?'s'. And while I smile and laugh and play along, to be honest I find the whole charade a teensy bit tiresome.