Now I'm not saying that laughter can't be part of great sex. Not just the low-in-the-throat, seductive chuckle - real belly laughter. To laugh like that heralds comfort and security - a recognition of the intimate relationship between the sacred and the profane (bedfellows always).
Writing sex scenes is difficult I'm sure - particularly in print where there is no picture/soundtrack to direct/manipulate the viewer. Bad sex in film would be a topic and competition all its own. Consider the difference between, say, Don't Look Now (one of the best sex scenes on celluloid) and...um... Titanic, or Baz Luhrman's Romeo + Juliet (both contenders for the worst sex scenes of recent film).
Anyway, this is what stimulated this particular ponder - a close contender for my all-time favourite literary mock-competition (which is this one).
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