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I have an idea that is daring, risky and provocative, so it will probably never happen.  I mean, we are so polite here.

Write a sex scene between 1000 and 5000 words. Make it hot, make us blush, but keep it classy; the kind of thing that pushes the main-stream envelope, but not something that would end up in a Hustler magazine forum.

I honestly think this would both challenge us as writers, and get us to exercise a often neglected muscle (no pun intended.) 

When that idea gets rejected, let's do a Halloween writing contest.

(Yeah, I got it too. Didn't reply.)

Man:    You sit here, dear.    

Wife:    All right.

Man:    Morning!

Waitress:    Morning!

Man:    Well, what've you got?
Waitress:    Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam;

Waitress:    ...spam spam spam egg and spam; spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam...

Waitress:    ...or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.
Wife:    Have you got anything without spam?

Waitress:    Well, there's spam egg sausage and spam, that's not got much spam in it.

Wife:    I don't want ANY spam!

Man:    Why can't she have egg bacon spam and sausage?

Wife:    THAT'S got spam in it!

Man:    Hasn't got as much spam in it as spam egg sausage and spam, has it?

Wife:    Could you do the egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam then?

Waitress:    Urgghh!

Wife:    What do you mean 'Urgghh'? I don't like spam!

Waitress:    You can't have egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam.

Wife:    I don't like spam!

Man:    Sshh, dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it. I'm having spam spam spam spam spam spam spam beaked beans spam spam spam and spam!

Waitress:Baked beans are off.

Man:    Well could I have her spam instead of the baked beans then?

Waitress:    You mean spam spam spam spam spam spam...

Asked, and answered, I think. 

President Donald Trump. We died.

One trick would be to have an adult tell what a vrocalaca is to a child, as a bedtime story. 

Good job! You're 50% of the way there!

My hypothetical situation assumes James is a male who wrote lesbian fiction. Yes, it would be sad if a woman thought that she had to be a seen as a man to get published, but I didn't enter that into my question.

Of course, to keep the bad feeling this topic has someone generated from rising from the sea, I should--quickly--state that any one is allowed and encouraged to state or talk about anything they wish.

What I want to know is this: When a writer writes F/F romance, does it matter the gender?

So far, it seems the general census would suggest it does not, but we are Clergy in the Church of the Writer. Man, woman, child--all are welcome to tell their story.

Do do our customers, the faithful who pray in our church, feel the same?  Who here hasn't seen that Fox News commentator who could never except that a Muslim wrote a book about Jesus?

Is the artists also the art?