Ooh I love these sort of questions! First I want to say how much I empathise with Shawn on this and appreciate the frustration of feeling you can’t write what you want because of how it may be perceived. My credentials to answer this question: I was brought up in a Calvinist Christian home. As such, it was drilled into me what would, or would not, please Jesus - and also what would or would not please my family. Internally my rebel side wilted at this perception that who I was was not good enough. Best behaviour was important. And I constantly felt I fell far short of what I was required to be. I would write things, then think I should not be writing these things. I would try to write things that would please the people who were telling me what was right and what was wrong. When I hit my forties, I realised I had lost the person I was. We are not created as bad people. Good people do bad things. Bad people do good things. Everyone has a different interpretation of what is right and what is wrong. Even Jesus’ words - were written down and recorded by infallible men. It has taken me until my sixties to become authentic. I was created an authentic being and that got hidden and smothered under years of what I can only describe as indoctrination. Now I feel angry and cheated that I allowed that to happen for so long. I have, recently, and quite deliberately written explicit sex scenes into my work in progress. I don’t want to write them gratuitously, but I think writing loses its power if you leave out meaningful aspects of life - of which sex is a part. I might discard some scenes on editing but it will only be because it serves the story and for no other reason. I’m not sure Jesus ever said sex was wrong although there was plenty about not with the wrong or the right person. But it’s the thing we can all stumble over, right? If you’re a crime author, you’ll routinely write about murder and possibly theft; jealousy and hatred. Without those things there’s no conflict. So why are we so hesitant when it comes to sex?