Writing about sex

A refreshing and astute view on why literary writing about sex is so difficult and/or awkward. A short quote follows, my emphasis (in italics):

[T]here’s a completely imaginary line between pornography and literature, and pornography has no time for your posturing and your irony because people only masturbate sincerely, and literature has no time for the pleasure of anything but literature, and good sex rarely makes for good literature, and pornography only yields to awkward and painful sex by accident.

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