Fifty Shades of……Exhausting
As a follow up to my last post recommending the ever popular Kindle and paperback book, Fifty Shades of Grey, I now retract my recommendation to read this erotic novel.
I melted and swooned over the first book, wishing to implant myself into the scenes of the Red Room of Pain, being a submissive to the uber rich, über handsome, Mr. Christian Grey.
In book two, Fifty Shades Darker, the frustrating themes of control, over-thinking and insecurity become nauseating. I was able to set down my rational feminist self to enjoy book one, yet with the continuance of the above noted themes, I can no longer swoon, fantasize, or engage in my ‘orgasm drunk’ drinking game.
Anastasia, the female love interest, reinforces our societal view of women as jealous, insecure, and needy, over-thinkers. Why does he love Me? Who is She? Will he leave me for Her? Will I ever make him truly happy with all of his needs for Dominance? Will the relationship last? Can I even continue to breathe if he is out of my life? …… See….. Nauseating.
Fantasy is supposed to be just that- fantasy, which I easily accept with her orgasmic abilities, his financial successes, beauty, and sexual skills. So, why is it necessary to reinforce a dependent stereotypical woman’s ability to breathe and thrive as only through our relationships with men.
Can’t Anastasia be a confident, secure, young female who enjoys the interplay of agreed upon sexual submission and dominance without jealousy, second guessing his every move, and need to uncover his early life traumas?
Can’t Christian work through his trauma without overt control outside of the bedroom?
My fantasies do not include insecurities, themes of trauma, jealousy, nor a marriage proposal. As I see it, these narratives are unnecessary to a good erotic novel and spoil the escapism, arousal, and thrill we seek in these books.
Give me hot sex, stable characters and adventures, and keep all of our real life issues in our real lives.
I relapsed. Despite my exhaustion at EL James’ erotic series, I continue to read.
After finishing the second book, Fifty Shades Darker, I was so frustrated, I never would have guessed that I would purchase the third book in the series.
I recommend NOT reading Fifty Shades.. but continue to myself?
I wondered why I bought book three, then I realized I couldn’t get a few images out of my mind.
At the end of Fifty Shades Darker, Christian and Anastasia are in the Red Room of Pain. She is nude, on her knees, with her arms bound behind her, wearing an eye mask, a gag ball in her mouth, just waiting for Christians touch.
Christian places nipple clamps on her, a vibrator inside her vagina, his finger in her rectum, all moving rhythmically to the blaring music.
This scene pulled me back in.
Back into the poor writing, drama, ridiculousness and exhaustion.
All for the mere hope of just one more erotic scenario that delights my fancy.
I guess I’m playing orgasm drunk again.
So read with caution, its awful, exhausting and unfortunately still addictive.