Obviously, things are polluted and impure when they have sin in them. So if I were to write a fictional story and depicted sin in it, would that make the story impure?
About 15, 16 years ago, I felt like writing. I didn’t really care what I wrote; I just wanted to get paid for writing stuff people wanted to read. So I looked around to figure out what the easiest profitable thing for a nobody to write would be— and I thought about dashing off a few novels for publishers like Ellora’s Cave or Samhain or Triskelion or whoever. I had any number of plots that would have worked decently as a stand-alone novel; I just had to wrap it up in a package that included a spicy, explicit love life, and made the development of that love life be just as integral to the plot as the rest of my plot/setting/character development/etc. History was full of people who didn’t share my moral perspective. History was full of people behaving badly. So just take a few cues from real people, and even though I’m not interested in x, y, and z, it’s not so bad as an imaginative exercise, right?
Except I couldn’t.
No matter how much of an intellectual exercise it was to write about people with a spicy, explicit love life, especially when I was frustrated and annoyed with my own; and no matter how much of an intellectual exercise it was to write about people who weren’t bound by the inhibitions and restrictions I was bound by… I just couldn’t glorify that kind of lifestyle. Even if I married my couple on page 1, or married them ten years before page 1 began, or wrote them as part of a culture that has a polygamous lifestyle where it’s perfectly normal to have any number of spouses or partners or whatever… I just couldn’t.
So I ended up writing other stuff.
It wasn’t as profitable as what I could have earned with Ellora’s Cave, or Triskelion, or Samhain. On the plus side, I got to avoid all those disasters when those publishers (and others) caught on fire.
But at least I write-- and get paid to write-- stuff my mom can read, under my real name, and not under some pseudonym, and hope that my church doesn’t find out about it.
I have similar hang-ups with murder mysteries, btw… I have a terrible time of it, even though the whole point of writing a proper mystery is to serve up justice to the guy Whodunnit.

Even Msgr. Ronald Knox, who’s one of my personal Catholic writer-heroes, didn’t have any problems with writing murder mysteries, at the same time he was doing stuff like translating the Bible and the Imitation!
So I’m sure a lot of it is sort of like scrupulosity in real life. Everyone puts their personal bar in a different place. But I tend to be way more scrupulous in my writing-life than I am with my personal life. Not that I go around offing people or keeping a male harem…
