Foreword: What the Heck is This Book?
This is one crazy, whacked-out book! Whos bloody sick idea was this anyway? Oh, yeah
mine! And get this--I dont even eat the stuff!
But, you see, really, its not that crazy. Food and sex have always gone together. Think of our ancestors: the loner caveman, a brute, with his freshly-killed dinner, still steaming and hot, his big club, and his sexy cavemate, looking a little like Raquel Welch. Therere no books, no computer, no TV, so after--or perhaps while--satisfying his hunger, what do you think hes gonna do?
Or ponder ancient Roman times: tables piled high with exquisite delicacies, the slaves, the wild orgies. Decadent and depraved food feasts and irresistible frenzied sexual abandonment. Sounds fun, eh? At least for the invited guests: I suppose it doesnt sound too hot to the slaves... Does it make you hungry or horny? Both, of course!
But, Greg, why meat?
The answer is: I dont know. I havent eaten any animal flesh since 1988 while during a vacation in New York City and several bad meals (Sorry, New York
nothing personal.) I decided to call it quits. So I dont eat the stuff, any meat, any flesh. Im not afraid of a bean having a soul and gobble them freely, and I cant do without dairy so Im far from Vegan--cheese is the food of the gods!--I just wont eat any flesh from any kind of beast. I am, however, drawn to imagery (such as the fabulous Mark Rydens beautifully twisted painted visions) and media with wild or weird carnivorous activity.
Food and sex have been combined admirably and often on film: from Tom Jones and the infamous dinner table scene between Tom and his lusty fellow-diner (Ill leave the identity a secret if you havent seen it since its an intricate part of the plot!), to the magical Like Water for Chocolate, to Spains Jamon Jamon, or Japans Tampopo. And The Cook, The Thief, His Wife, and Her Lover, Peter Greenaways orgy of food, sex, violence, art, and politics is stunning! And
you get the idea.
Sex. Food. Meat. It makes sense to me.
Or maybe its just one more kinky part of what makes Greg Greg. But, youll see, Im not alone.
I sent the call for submissions out into the world not knowing what to expect, certainly not expecting what I did get: hundreds upon hundreds of stories! This was good, yes? Well, yes and no.
Yes, because it meant that the theme had struck a nerve with authors, always a good thing and hopefully--perhaps--representative of a possible response from readers. This was also good because there would be more depth and variety to choose from.
But this outpouring was bad because, honestly, thats just too much damned reading! Im also at fault here since, unlike many other editors I know who give a story a page, or even a paragraphs chance, before tossing it into the "nay" pile, I read most through to conclusion--even when poorly written--hoping to find a surprise tale from an undiscovered author to make it all worth it. This project may have cured me of that habit. (Now, dear reader, dear author, please take no offence if you are one who submitted but was not accepted, for there were many a wonderful yarn that didnt end up in the book.)
And to make the bad worse, there were literally handfuls, no piles, a mountain, of submitted stories about cannibals! Dang, there are a lot of folks that cant resist a good cannibal tale (and I should add, writing a bad cannibal tale)! This is not that book. Though
you will find a small sampling of Long Pig (human) on the menu. I couldnt resist a few of the more wicked human-flavored stories.
On the flip side, I was quite surprised only a molehill of meat-alternative (vegetarian) stories were submitted--and only one accepted--considering how many noted smut authors wrote me with comments such as "I cant even think of a story. Ive been a vegetarian since
" or "Growing up Vegan, the idea just grosses me out
." Funny, since so many authors are willing to write porno tales about activities theyd never do in a million years--or couldnt, owing to the sexual equipment they were born with--that this subject stifled so many. People take food, and what they are willing or not willing to eat, very, very seriously! Another argument for why this book does make sense, right?
[A side-note: The title still makes me giggle. Its funny and absurd: a wink, wink, nudge, nudge to all the "Best of" erotica series that seem to keep growing, and growing...]
Whats on the plate here? Erotic stories that have--in some way--carnivorous content. Some direct and in your face so fiercely youll have to scrub for days to get the oily scent off your skin and out of your memory, while others are more indirect and subtle. The collected stories also span a great divide in form and style from the speculative and fantastic to noir, from wild and raunchy to sweet and simple, from humorous to outlandish to frightening. The meat included in this here smorgasbord spans from the more usual fair of cow, pig, fish, chicken, and beyond, to more unusual taste treats such as rabbit, horse, human, and
well, lets just leave a few surprises.
Youll also find some of the most imaginative and thought-provoking erotic writing of the year--perhaps the decade. Pansexual in scope with heterosexual, lesbian, and gay content, and just enough kink thrown in to gag a hardened San Francisco pervert--not that I know any!
The Best of the Best Meat Erotica serves up a mouth-watering feast of desire, lust and ravenous hunger, carnivorous appetites, and deliciously sexy adventures. 20 courses: wicked, shamelessly naughty, outrageous--and at times--not to be believed.
Put the kids to bed, set the table, grab an extra-large bib, and get ready... DINNERS SERVED!
while eating tofu