In which Amazon quits baby-sitting biz, goes back to retailing

Latest news is that the deranking of all several GLBT/erotic books was a programming glitch. Wow, a programming glitch that writes memos. Methinks said programmer needs to go work for the gov’ment.

From Publisher’s Weekly (crashing on me):

A groundswell of outrage, concern and confusion sprang up over the weekend, largely via Twitter, in response to what authors and others believed was a decision by Amazon to remove adult titles from its sales ranking. On Sunday evening, however, an Amazon spokesperson said that a glitch had occurred in its sales ranking feature that was in the process of being fixed. The spokesperson added that there was no new adult policy.

Glad someone realized over their Easter ham and apple pie that maybe a retailer of books should concentrate on, I don’t know, selling books, and not being the moral arbiter of their customers.

In Which Amazon tries to protect Adults from Adult stuff

Another reason why Amazon is the 500-pound gorilla you should take care with feeding…

A recent development has Amazon “blacklisting” books with erotic content. They quite simply, no longer show up in search results. Think I’m kidding? Go to and do a search for Kensington Aphrodisia. My search yielded two results, both for writer’s market type books. A search of All Departments with the keyword “homosexual” yielded as its first result “Loving Homosexuals as Jesus Would: A Fresh Christian Approach”

For a good idea of what this is about, what it means to authors of adult content, I urge you to read the post over on Dear Author, (and this one) as well as the post made by Mark R Probst. There is even an #amazonfail Twitter list to follow. The LA Times blog has also covered it.

I don’t need television, the government, or a freakin’ retailer to protect me from stuff that might corrupt my mind or send me down a moral slippery slope. As an adult who could drive at 16 and vote and go to war at 18, I should be trusted to manage my own moral compass. I should be able to look at a list of erotic romance, erotica or porn literature of any stripe without my brain imploding or me suddenly.

It’s ironic that we use sex to sell everything, even toothpaste, but we’re so phobic about its practice and forms. Show blood splurting on prime time TV all you want, but two guys kissing? Horrors!