I write sex, and mostly that sex is gay erotica. In my latest book, I’m writing about a selkie, a mythical creature that makes a five-hundred year commitment to the one they bond with. In this one instance, a condom interferes with the bonding experience.
I do not like to read stories that glorify bareback sex as the best kind of sex out there. Sex that won’t kill you or bring an unwanted baby into this world is just as great in the long run. The characters have taken the best precautions they could before ditching the condoms, but I still feel like I’m on the bare-back glorification brigade.
We are not selkies. Our bodies don’t have mythical healing properties. I am big on the condoms each time, every time, until all other factors have been mitigated.