By D. Scot Miller
Unless Greyhound grows wings, I’ll never be a member of the mile-high club. For those that don’t know, the mile-high club sports members who have gotten a little somethin’-somethin’ 30,000 feet in air. Membership is just one trip to that chemical-smelling cubicle that most airlines call bathrooms. Cleis Press editor Rachel Kramer Bussel puts a much better spin on the prospect in her anthology The Mile High Club: Plane Sex Stories. One-flight stands, kinky passengers, fantasy stewards, and cozy couples commingle when free to move about the cabin.
The standout piece for me is Thomas S. Roche’s, “When Your Girlfriend Wears A Very Short Skirt.” I’ve been seeing Roche’s name in anthologies for years and often found his work not daring enough for my taste. Imagine my surprise when the word “cunt” was just sitting there! I never use that word. Not much of a fan of it either – I prefer pussy – but Roche dropping it in the middle of his piece was like a wolf showing off his teeth for the first time. Maybe he’d used it before, but this time I was shocked, appalled, and impressed.
Alison Tyler flexes her prodigious erotic muscle in “Planes, Trains, and Banana Seat Bicycles.” “I could tell he was groaning, but I couldn’t hear a sound besides the roar of the plane” Her title character says, “And I realized I don’t ever want total quiet. I don’t need darkness. Lights at the end of the runway are among my favorite sights.” Talk about jazzy analogies! I can dig it.
Now for the bumpy landing: Erotic writing, second only to sports writing, can easily turn into a cliche-ridden morass. “His manly arms,” “her dripping pussy” — in many ways erotic lit hasn’t made it past Victorian tumescence and tribadism. This is not to say that many of the passages in this fun book avoid this hazard, just that the ones that don’t fizzle the sizzle for shizzle. Mix it up more next time.