In Hiding

My name isn't Mysti Holiday, and I write erotic romance.

Yes, it's true -- my legal name is NOT Mysti Holiday. The picture on my profile is not my leg. I'm a closet erotica author.

My mother doesn't know. My kidlet doesn't know. My family, my in-laws, my neighbors... they don't know either. Most of my friends (except for Kealie and Jenny Kat, of course)... they're in the dark, too.

I can't imagine coming out of the closet any time soon. I'll be the one at the book signing wearing a Zorro mask, or maybe even a Chewbacca costume.

Of course, my DH knows... he'd wonder about my questions ("...does the human body bend this way?") and my, um, behavior if he didn't. He happily supports me, but I imagine he'd be horrified if any of his friends knew. He'd be like Roger in "Lethal Weapon IV" when he had to tell Riggs that all that money... you remember, the money that came from his wife's bodice rippers...

I does make me wonder, though. How many erotica authors write under their legal name? How many proudly announce their occupation to their family, friends, neighbors and people they meet on the street? And, even more importantly, how many of those family, friends and neighbor's aren't shocked? Are even, perhaps... supportive?

How does one come out of the erotica closet?