Leonard refused to let me go. He stroked my back, his breath in my ear. He began purring, which was bizarre. The sound rumbled in his chest, making him vibrate. He’s never done that before. It reminded me a bit of a cat, the sound soothing, as well as intimate and appealing. I felt myself softening towards him, melting into the warmth and comfort of his matted fur. He carried me to an animal pelt that had been placed over a pile of straw. The atmosphere in the barn suddenly shifted…my fear had morphed into something different, and my sole focus was on my Bigfoot.
—Moan For Bigfoot, Volume 1, by Virginia Wade
Writing Bigfoot porn, a sub-genre of “cryptozoological erotica” has earned self-published author Virginia Wade over thirty grand a month. That’s a lot of people buying books about having sex with a Sasquatch, and if a lot of people are buying, it must have appeal. If it has appeal, I must understand why. I suffer from rabid curiosity of things that seem at first strange and deviant, which has lead me to watch both Human Centipede movies and view more celebrity sex tapes than most (I still refuse to watch Dustin Diamond’s. I have limits.) I don’t judge those buying; what better way to explore sexual proclivities than through the written word? Also, my analytical brain needed to know the logistics of how one comes to have sex with a Sasquatch.
If we were casually having drinks in a bar and I let it drop that I had just “read Bigfoot porn,” your second question after what did you say? would likely be: did you enjoy it? I’d answer: It depends how you define “enjoy.” I wasn’t writhing in my seat, overcome with arousal (I read most of it on the the train, doing the awkward hunch one does when reading smut on your Kindle in public.) I had questions and needed answers. What are the logistics of such trysts? How does she justify the existence of Bigfoot? I will give Virginia Wade credit, she knows people will be craving such explanations, and she does provide plenty of, shall we say, logistics.
The heroine of our journey is Porsche, a hot, busty just-legal blonde (NO, THAT CANNOT BE HER NAME? – Ed.). We meet her on a camping trip with her friends which is chaperoned by friends’ father. We get no further than page three for Porsche sneaking into the dad’s tent for some forbidden doggy-style action. There’s plenty of moaning, thrusting, exploding, filling, and all the tropes you would expect from a mass market erotica, or say, a letter to Penthouse. At least we get right to the sex. Some of us (me) don’t care about the stolen glances or meet-cute, we just want some stone-cold banging right in Chapter One.
A few more steps into the woods finds Porsche and her female companions kidnapped, taken to a remote cabin, and held captive by an old woman and her Sasquatch “son” Leonard. Here’s a species fun fact: Sasquatches can’t produce females themselves, so they have to kidnap human women to breed with them. Does that sound erotic to you? I wasn’t buying it. Especially when Leonard gets his way with Porsche.
Here’s where the parameters of consent get blurry: Porsche “gives in” and can’t believe how GOOD it feels. As in Sasquatches are straight up sex EXPERTS. It seems they have evolved to be master lovemakers; their phalluses are made of a sponge-like flesh, so they can fit in almost any space (convenient!), and their tongues are long and pliable, perfect for cunnilingus (of course!) Even if they have to force them at first, they have evolved to guarantee a woman will be sexually satisfied. Which, by this logic, the rape and capture is necessary (for the beasts) because the women will enjoy themselves once they give in. I suppose a girl doesn’t just meet a Bigfoot at the local grocery store, the creature has to overcome her somehow. Although I didn’t expect rape on the menu.
The Sasquatch rape almost made me put the book down. Almost. I was still too curious to see where is was leading and to understand how others could find it titillating. Written erotica is a safe way to fulfill that fantasy, so if someone does have a rape fantasy, written erotica is the way to go. I’d like to think that is a whole race of creatures who are biologically evolved to to please women is, I suppose, intriguing. It appeals to the notion that men don’t understand women’s sexuality, and never will. Cue a million “can’t find the clitoris” jokes from bad stand-up open mics. Sure, the book could describe how the Bigfoot’s tongue was able to please every nook and cranny in Porsche’s woman cave, but I couldn’t get the past that this was an ape man and he could barely say two words, much less carry on an intelligent conversation about post-punk indie bands at the turn of the 21st century (now you know what my erotic fantasies are) or any other human conversation. Leonard has the vocabulary of say, Animal of The Muppets. (“Me like fucking Porsche!”; “Nice ass, Porsche!”)
Once Leonard has given multiple lathings and thrustings to Porsche and friends, he takes them to rejoin his tribe, a nomadic group with a social hierarchy and like him, have small grasp on the English language. Porsche’s sense of vanity seems to overcome her horror of being raped and kidnapped. She basks in being worshipped by this tribe of Sasquatches. So much so, in fact, that she is always game their tradition of nightly orgies. She converses with her lover Leonard in stunted telegram speech, but she’s just too vain to not to let being the object of desire cause her fall in love. Which she does, with Leonard. Because Sasquatch cock is just that good.
I say Stockholm syndrome, but Virginia posits that Porsche likes how Leonard protects her, takes care of her basic needs and gets possessive of her. What Porsche provides Leonard is the sasquatches is sexual access to a hot human bod and the possibility of Sasquatch babies. Yes, this just screams IFFY with a flashing neon sign, but the character of Porsche personally finds this ideal, and as a reader, I am trying my best to go on this literary journey with her. Porsche really gets off on gaining unconditional love and lust from the tribe, and that in itself is certainly a legitimate sexual fantasy.
But there’s still the issue of the Sasquatches not being human. Well, technically they are all half-human, but they are not of the same species. There are many mentions of their tattered hairy bodies and often smell of wet dog. They are not of our species. However, they indicate their arousal and desire for sex, so it’s not as if this is an innocent, non-consensual being. I’ll set aside the fact they are animals (can we really?) and really focus on the “special” part. They are beings that Porsche has discovered, a secret only she and other women in the tribe (past kidnap victims) share. There’s the specialness of it, it’s a sexual experience that no one else has and no one else will. Conceptually, that is erotic. Imagine you traveled to a secret village of hot, lusty guys and gals that only you knew about and they worshipped your body? I’d book a one-way ticket.
Porsche takes her role as their resident sexy lady very seriously by deflowering the younger Sasquatches; she feels it is her duty. She births a Sasquatch baby with Leonard. Luckily, the other human women of the tribe help her raise him (talk about a fantasy.) Her motherhood provides the reader with more deviant erotic possibilities as she often lets the other adult sasquatches nurse off her to relieve some of her aching, milk-filled breasts. Or, one could say, she is the giver and provider of sustenance to this tribe. Literally. When you’re reading a book that details countless Sasquatch orgies, I can’t suddenly pick and choose what is an acceptable sexual fantasy for someone. We’ve already ventured into nebulous territory.
Gradually, around volume four (of six), the books become less about shuddering orgasms and throbbing members and turns into a case study on the general survival skills of a nomadic tribe, and the discovery and capture of these creatures by government scientists. However, Porsche, as their unofficial queen, shows the scientists how loving these Bigfoot can actually be (by giving them a front row seat to their nightly orgies) and they change their mind and allow the Bigfoots to be free, and in exchange continue to monitor their whereabouts.
I should be praising the author for trying to inject some narrative suspense and plot devices, but if I’m going to read Bigfoot porn, I want to read Bigfoot porn. Fortunately, I learned several things about wilderness survival and human evolution as a side bonus to reading about wild, throbbing Bigfoot sex. There’s also some side stories about Bigfoot hunters, a hunky (human) Park Ranger, and Porsche’s sister. But really, these plot devices are all variations on the same fill-in-the-blank and insert-this-into-that sex scenes.
It quickly becomes formulaic: their astounding cocks glisten, Porsche and her gals suck them off, they enter to the “hilt,” there’s grinding and thrusting and waist grabbing, being sent “over the edge,” Porsche screaming “oh, shit!” and “rrrrooooooaaaarrrggghhhs” from the Bigfoots. In a practical note, there always seems to be a hot spring within a short distance to clean off. Because let’s be real, orgies can get messy. Did I mention that Sasquatches ejaculate a preposterous amount of semen? Off course they do; they gotta impregnate those ladies, stat.
As literature, this ain’t no Joyce Carol Oates. It’s probably not even V.C. Andrews. The trite dialogue and simplistic writing may also be an homage to mass market “romance,” but I am quite certain that there’s no satirical intent. Porsche, our heroine and narrator, is flat-out boring. I suppose this is so she can serve as vessel that we can project our fantasies on, and her character is defined by how much the others desire her and protect her. Although, in a rare moment of unique thought, she mentions that she is glad to roam the mountains endlessly with no place to camp because it will help her lose her baby weight. Is she right or is she right, ladies?
Ultimately, six volumes later, despite being bored with the Sasquatch sex, I can confidently say that I actually do get the appeal of these books and this genre. Let’s think of it this way: you are brought into your own special world that only you know about where you are the object of everyone’s desire and you control those beings with your sexual power. These beings want nothing more than to please you sexually. In fact they HAVE to in order for their species to survive. There’s also a fearful element, which for some, is tantalizing. The sasquatches are also polyamorous, giving a woman more sexual freedom than in the traditional world; she is not shamed for her promiscuity, she is rewarded for it. Sure, she’ll have to have their babies whether she wants to or not, but there are tons of people taking care of it, making motherhood a community responsibility.
The protagonists in erotica often serve as a proxy for the reader. These (usually) women are chosen, sought out by these foreign creatures, whether it be aliens, Bigfoots or Frankenstein, They are chosen for a reason- their beauty, sexuality, or their special “otherness.” And isn’t feeling special, feeling wanted, really at the heart of it all? Isn’t that the ultimate fantasy?
Rest assured I will read the next few volumes when they are released. Above all, I am a completionist.
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aravisthequeen 134p · 565 weeks ago
Volume four OF SIX?
Porsche screaming “oh, shit!” and “rrrrooooooaaaarrrggghhhs” from the Bigfoots.
OH my god I am shaking with laughter at my desk as I don't want to explain this to my coworkers.
MalloryOrtberg 121p · 565 weeks ago
thinwireoflightning 106p · 565 weeks ago
Nope.
So... is there ever any allusion to like... "getting her motor running?" "Putting the pedal to the metal." "Bigfoot you got the keys. Shut up and drive."
omfg · 565 weeks ago
o_O
hugpunch 130p · 565 weeks ago
twoburgers 95p · 565 weeks ago
I swear I am not making any of this up. Last month we read a novella called "Time Pimp," and the month before we read a book in a series of shapeshifter erotica, called "The Shark Who Rode A Seahorse." Was there mpreg outta nowhere? You betcha.
elsamac 121p · 565 weeks ago
So… she has abandoned human companionship and decamped to live with the Sasquatches in the wild, she has become the living embodiment of a fertility goddess to a community of adoring creatures, she is the very exemplar of the beauty of pregnancy and the giving of life… and she is still not free of the pestering anxiety of "baby weight"? THIS IS SOME BULLSHIT I WILL NOT HAVE IT.
[Yes, in this collection of rape tropes and interspecies sexuality, that is the aspect that jumped out to me as particularly upsetting. Imaginary rape scenarios and the notion of walking away from human judgments and standards all fit into a particular fantasy niche, but to have your chief female character abandon the trappings and mores of modern industrialized human society but still retain its peculiar obsession with the narrow beauty parameters allowed for women's bodies just bums me out.]
thebellewitch 122p · 565 weeks ago
Clearly, the biggest plot hole in this entire series.
Absotively 112p · 565 weeks ago
MalloryOrtberg 121p · 565 weeks ago
AddieJoy 104p · 565 weeks ago
MalloryOrtberg 121p · 565 weeks ago
NOTHING SOUNDS EROTIC TO ME
erindubitably 121p · 565 weeks ago
...isn't anything an acceptable sexual fantasy? I thought that was the whole point of fantasy.
spiffygrits 114p · 565 weeks ago
I somehow skimmed this sentence and read, "...whether it be aliens or Benjamin Franklins..." which is just a whole different kind of erotica that may as yet be an untapped (ha) market? Founding Father erotica.
keythah 108p · 565 weeks ago
Bigfeet?
Bigfeets?
dakimel 122p · 565 weeks ago
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