There are texts that are read. There are texts that are lived.
And then there is LitPorno – that sweet, indecent pleasure that happens when literature decides to be painfully honest and strips not only its characters, but us as well.
No, don’t worry – this is not about acrobatics between the pages (or at least not always).
LitPorno is the genre that says, “Let’s tell the truth. Let it be beautiful, let it be messy, and let us be a little ashamed of how much we like it.”
What makes a piece of writing LitPorno?
Sensuality, but not necessarily erotica. It is an atmosphere, not positions. A single drop of coffee sliding down the edge of a cup can be more erotic than an entire novel full of naked people.
Emotional nakedness. The author takes out their heart and leaves it on the desk – pulsing, unedited, and completely unprepared for the public.
Philosophical vulnerability. Questions like “Why am I alone?” and “What is love in this city traffic?” stand next to “Is there anyone who truly sees me?”
A bit of humor, because otherwise it becomes too intimate. LitPorno always winks – like someone who has just confessed something painfully true, but then says, “Come on, let’s laugh, otherwise we’ll cry.”
Why do people love LitPorno?
Because it is like reading someone’s diary, only voluntarily published.
Because each of us secretly wants to be seen in our own combination of wisdom, chaos, and indecent honesty.
Because it gives us an excuse to feel something real – and that, these days, is almost a luxury.
How do you write LitPorno (the fun version)?
- Take a normal thought.
- Strip it of clichés.
- Add a feeling – preferably not the kind you would tell your employer.
- Sprinkle a little self-irony so you don’t sound like a dramatic poet at the window.
- Offer it to the reader as if you’re whispering it in the dark.
And in the end, LitPorno is like those after-midnight conversations – a little too honest, a little too funny, a little too close. And that is exactly why we remember them.
It is the place where words allow themselves to be naked, and the reader allows themselves to be real.
If you liked it, then you are already part of the club.
Don’t worry – no clothes required here. Only honesty.