Romance in Reading

Someone once asked me, “What’s it like for you when you read?” I remember replying, “Well, it depends whether I’m reading soft porn or not.” Okay, so that wasn’t really my reply. It’d be revealing too much of myself to a stranger if I answered that.

But truthfully, reading for me, is like making love with the book, the story and the author. Now, ain’t that a fun foursome right there?

But isn’t it true? When someone reads a poem or a story, the reader somehow gets to communicate with the author in a different plane. The reader loses her self or his self in the story, the mind and the heart transcend reality, and that leads them either to hate, love or like the book.

There are times when a piece of writing touches our hearts. It sometimes makes our minds think. And sometimes, we just don’t get what the fuck we are reading. Isn’t that the same when we communicate with other living and non-living things?

I’d like to think that I’m a romantic reader. I’d like to believe that I make love with the story, the author and the book when I read. I just have to disregard the gender factor since I’m straight. I’d like to feel myself becoming one with what I’m reading. I’d like to prove that a body and soul can make love without lust, dammit! Yes, no lust involved.

Something impossible you might think or say, but that’s your opinion.

You get to read or know authors’ replies to questions such as,” What’s it like for you when you write a story?” but you rarely get a detailed reply from most authors when they’re asked,” What’s it like for you when you read?” Hell, you rarely even hear that question asked!

So here’s my detailed reply to that question; a little something about me to reveal to whomever you are, the person reading this now

As a straight guy and fellow author albeit an amateur, it was difficult for me to write this and post it here, But there you have it. I’d like to ask how it was for you but I think I won’t since I’m not good at accepting negative critiques.

But you and I just made love, my sweet reader.