This is why I shouldn't catch up with old friends when I'm too drunk to lie about my sordid interests.
At a holiday party with some folks I've know for over a decade, over spiked egg nog and champagne:
Friend: "So, you still writing at all?"
Me: "Yeah, quite a bit lately. I've actually finished stuff. It's a lot of fun."
Friend: "Let me guess, a bunch of erotica? Heh heh, just kidding."
Me: "Uh...yes. That's ...pretty much all I've been writing."
Friend: "HAHAHA, like what, a bunch of cartoon characters having explicit sex?"
Me: "They'refromvideo games."
Cue painfully protracted silence, refilling of drinks, etc.
In a related story, I had a minor surgery recently that involved local anesthetic and some combination of IV drugs and gas that the anesthesiologist called "joy juice." It induces temporary anterograde amnesia, so all I remember is rambling to one of the surgeon's assistants about my problems with the Nolan movies' characterization of Batman just before the surgery, and afterward asking if they wanted to see if I could "Hulk out" and tear free of the straps holding my legs down.
They said they did not.
I' m afraid to even consider what I might have been saying during the surgery. Going on the above, it was probably related to DC characters in some way.