It was a writer’s workshop wherein mostly Black writers were getting a week with some dedicated professionals to unravel our gifts and decide whether or not we were still “emerging.” “Black men don’t write about sex,” he intoned. And, saying this about myself, a lot of times when men mention sex and they’re first-person writers, it’s under the guise of humor. That’s the ultimate value of sex writing, which should be distinguished from erotica. With this group of Black women, I couldn’t snare them in my stare traps.