Excerpt on porn vs erotica from the wonderful interview in AHDM4U's last issue: Absolutely Shameless.
AHDM4U: Is there a difference between reading erotica versus watching pornographic content? Do you prefer one over the other?
Agnes: Watch porn when you need to get off. Read erotica when you have a lazy afternoon to dwell on trivialities. Does Johnny’s grimace while getting his dick sucked have to do with his latent self-loathing over his homosexual tendencies, or is it from the other dude’s jaggedy-ass teeth? You can explore these things in erotica, whereas porn feels largely physiological: hot bodies slam into each other while I jerk off. There’s no time for thinking about porn stars as multi-faceted characters; the “pizza man” who shows up to a frat party and becomes a spontaneous pass-around bottom doesn’t have a life, a world, outside his scene; he’s just that, nothing more.
I prefer porn. I would never trust a writer to describe sex without getting completely muddled up in all their strangled sentences, their bizarre metaphors. Erotica as a genre really suffers from this, you know, when writers describe the woman’s tits as two mountain peaks at sunrise and the guy’s tongue as a river running between them — like, what the hell is that?