Because I'm distracted

by real life right now (it's all good) - and I haven't been able to focus all that well on my blog, I thought I'd just post some rather hot links.

BadAssKona and Gina Marie have an amazing lesson series going on.

Human Sexuality 101: The Tongue and the Clit - at We Came, We Saw, We Came

Human Sexuality 101 Continued: The Lip and the Cock - at Aphrodite's Table

I know it's not Monday anymore, but Janine Ashbless had a particularly hot Eyecandy Monday this week.

Danielle de Santiago has some great Green Porno (with Isabella Rosselinni as a praying mantis).

P.S. Haven's doing the nose art thing.

And I know this was from last Friday, but Alison Tyler's most recent Fetish Friday was a good one.

I wish I was in California.

Awhile back I went on a Stephen Elliott bender. I just watched this again and in case you haven't seen it, I figured I'd embed it (I love the word embed, hahaha).

What I'm Writing To - Thank You

I am working on a poem with this song playing over and over in the background. Yesterday I sat on a bench with a dear friend by the Hudson River outside the new Poet's House and while listening to Natalie Merchant sing, we talked, working to bridge years. This was the last song she sang and right now I'm fucking crying while I listen to this and work on the poem. I hope it is a good one. It is a good friendship.

Writing Free

I've not been able to concentrate well this week, though I'm writing a lot. So blog posts have not been top of the list. But you know me. Can't let more than a few days pass without writing something here. So, I thought I'd post one of Randy Lagana's photos and just free write from it. I love this photo. A lot. Hey! How about you join in and free write something in the comments! Come on, don't be scared.

You sit, a symbol of patience, tethered

bound, unbound, boundless

coils coiled around, over, under

shadows reveal more than light

from the back of your heart

while beneath you, grain runs

into the darkness where you

stare and wait, bring yourself

to where you now sit, waiting

for the moon to come

the rest of life to reveal itself

binding you to this world

How will it be?

Click play and then read this while the music is playing - then just let the song finish and sit with the words. Or leave. Or comment. Or nothing. I'm just free-writing here.

how will it be?

before there was this

here and now

at a crossroads

wonder which way

know how?

let me show you

what I mean

not to fear

know our love

what is real?

it won't fade

change

the only constant

let me tell you

now is the time

chose a path

don't drive me back

I am constant

away fade not

always

then and now

know our love

feel how I know

how it will be

real

Swirling and tumbling

Today is already one of those days and it's not even half over. I'll be writing more later - or another day.

I'll shiver ye timbers!

Avast!

It be Talk Like a Pirate Day!

First, get ye a pirate name here. Mine is Iron Morgan Bonny. What's yours?

Case at Etsy

Arrrrrrr - grab some grog and let's belly up to the bung hole.

Been at sea too long? For some fun pirate pick up lines - check out this here bunch. Us lady pirates have some fun ones.

The number one line is

"You. Pants off. Now!"

Sounds good to me. ;-) Methinks I'll celebrate the day by writing some pirate smut.

And ye can always go aft for some booty.

And now, me hearties, some shanties that'll shiver ye timbers.

Well, that didn't work

Had a cool post, but it wasn't working pasting something here. Gonna have to figure it out and try again.

Perversion

Hehe. Now that I have your attention...

According to my dictionary widget:

perversion (not gonna type the pronunciation because I don't know how to make my letters do those things)

noun

-the alteration of something from it's original course, meaning, or state to a distortion or corruption of what was first intended

-sexual behavior or desire that is considered abnormal or unacceptable

Origin late Middle English: from Latin perversio(n-), from the verb pervertere - 'turn around'

(or another source says it means 'to corrupt').

I keep wishing I'd taken Latin.

From The Bald-Headed Hermit and the Artichoke - An Erotic Thesaurus, I found these euphemisms - though it's funny, pervert/perversion is not really a word that's generated a lot of them - maybe because the word itself is not one that is considered perverted.

abnormal, bent, creepy, crud, defective (just a wee bit judgmental?), degenerate, depraved, deviant, dirty, dissolute, freakish, fucked, gooner (?), grody, gross, grotesque, into a particular scene, into kink, into sick shit, kinky, marv (ha!), odd, off, otway (? ?), panty thief (hmmm, maybe Blogger is, for taking Alison's Panty Parade blog), peculiar, perv(y), pervie, pervo, prevert (always a favorite), queer, rotten, rough, secko, sick, sid, sinful, smarmy, strange, twisted, twisty, unhealthy, unnatural, viscious (think it's supposed to be vicious), warped, watson (I really wonder at the origin of this one), wicked

Personally, I don't think most of these fall under the definition of euphemism - other than maybe gooner, panty thief, or watson (I was not able to find an explanation of that one in a few minutes googling - now I'm really curious). Many of the words seem judgmental (I know, I know - many people are) - and I'm sure that the continuum has folks considered kinky by some thinking someone else is really into sick shit and that person thinks another is even more warped.

At the somewhat recent eroticist's dinner, it struck me that as "normal" as we all seemed, many many many people would consider us perverts. I think we'd all wear that badge with pride. Maybe it's because we've thought about it so much while writing that we're more sure of ourselves (in other words, we don't think we're unhealthy) and more aware of the great variations in what turns one on and pops one's cork (yeah, more euphemisms).

Guess we're all just twisted.

Beginner's Ball #7 - Fear of Falling

Yay! We have a new Beginner's Ball offering from Scarlet Greyson - her first time at the helm of BB. So please head on over there and join the conversation. It's been awhile since we've had one and there are some great questions.

As she says, "New things are often scary." For those of us who are fairly new to the erotica world, we find that many things, from rejections to the "darks specters" of our own minds, instill fear. Fear that we'll fall. How do you conquer that? Go to Scarlet's blog and let us know, whether you're new at this or been doing it for years.

The Beginner's Ball series was started by writers Helia Brookes, Marina St. Clare and myself. Helia's stepped back for awhile and Scarlet Greyson has joined us. We hope to address issues of interest to new eroticists and more experienced writers as well. This series travels blog to blog.

Behind a curtain

*(see below)

When I first started this blog, I put up the "Content Warning" page. I soon dropped that though. My reasons are myriad. I don't consider my "content" to be all that outrageous. And I honestly believe that people should be responsible for themselves when it comes to looking for imformation. Also, I wanted people to find my blog. At the time the warning page was known to stop the spiders. Supposedly that's been fixed. Those warning pages are like the entry pages to some websites - just a waste of time (especially the ones that make you wait through a seemingly endless animation). I use the internet to find information. And yeah, I'm an adult. And a parent. Speaking as a parent, if you don't want your kids "accidentally" finding something, it's your responsibility to police them. And yeah, kids are sneaky. But if they are, you have to ask yourself why. That's a whole other subject. *puts down on list to tackle*

But still. I have no control over what some person somewhere is doing. When you do a google search - or any other search for that matter - you get a little snip of what the results are. You can filter your searches too if you know you don't want to find "untoward" things. Needless to say, I don't filter my searches at all. But I did a little test. I clicked the safe search button and then typed in "erobintica." Usually (without filters) - my blog is the first result (duh, I'm the only erobintica out there) - but with the safe search, it was not. My amazon profile was. But my blog did not show up - a lot of other folks blogs did with links to mine. It's all so silly. *goes to undo safe search so I don't piss myself off*

It is up to you whether you click on something or not. And it's up to you what you search for. Nobody lands on my blog searching for "apple pie recipes" - at least not yet. ;-) Though now that I've typed in "apple pie recipes," maybe they will. *Waves*

I find it amusing to see what searches have brought folks to my blog. Personally, I think most of them are probably disappointed, since it's obvious from what they typed in that they were looking for porn. My Blow Hard Tour post still is landed on a lot. All those folks looking for dick sucking. Most recently someone typed in "euphemisms for sucking dick" and guess what? A portion of my post was a list of such words. So, they found what they were looking for. I think that's a good thing.

Personally, I don't like the warning page. I go through it when I'm going to a blog that I know is worth looking at. But ya know - they're scary. OMG, what horrible things lie beyond this curtain?

I don't know what is up - but it seems that now Alison Tyler (who's had her blog for how many years?), is behind the curtain. Here's her "official website." And some of her other blogs were taken down (makes me sad because one of them had a photo I'd sent her for it). Right now she doesn't need all this hassle. She's always posting her search strings. We know what folks are looking for when they find her blog. Hmm. Well, I was going to link to a particular post and I can't seem to.

Well, I need to go sweep floors and get some stuff done. For some reason, this whole thing pisses me off. I will be back to ponder it more.

I'm curious as to what other folks think about the content warning page - I know some of you use it and some don't.

* Photo by Randy Lagana.

Perspective

So, first I picked a picture to post. Because I couldn't think of anything to write about. At least for a quicky blog post. This is a picture taken from our trip to DC. But this post has nothing to do with that trip or this picture really.

I've not been writing lately. Not much at all. A blog post here or there. Some scribbled notes. But whenever I sat down to write, nothing came. Blank. I hate it when that happens. It's happened many times since I started writing again - oh about 10 years ago. I now know that it'll pass, if I'm patient with myself (which often I'm not).

Today I started writing again. Haven't finished a damn thing, and everything has been a start for one thing in particular. I'm not happy with any of them. But, the thing is, I'm writing.

Hopefully I'll be able to start writing more and more.

Transitioning, still

I'm thinking about work. Today is Labor Day. But instead of going to the parade or having a BBQ or any of that, we're moving my daughter back to the dorms at college. This would be her senior year, but she changed majors and transferred schools and so has an extra year to make up. This year my son will have to start thinking about college (he's a junior). My oldest is on the far coast, living with her boyfriend and their puppy. Raising my children has been a labor of love. Blood, sweat, tears. Satisfaction. Pride. Worry. Even when they are all grown and gone, I will still be a mother. That can never be undone.

That has been the work of my life up till now. Oh, I've had jobs, but they pale. Now, I work at being a writer. Lately I've not been working very hard. (I know, I know, go easy on myself). Tomorrow will be a day after a transition. The house will be quiet - my husband doesn't make too much noise in his basement office. My time will be my own. I hope to write. I hope that what's rattling around in my head can find a way out. I woke this morning at 3:30am, brain buzzing, but with nothing even worth getting up to jot down. Now I have to get dressed and prepare for the day.

The leaves are actually starting to fall. Just brown and crumpled. Weeds are going to seed. There is a dryness in the air after our soggy summer. Change.

one day, 200 posts later...

about this picture

I find myself ... sorta ... not sure what to say ...

Craving alone time. Down time. No distractions. I've not been able to write more than a few coherent strung-together sentences in days - even my emails are short and to the point. Maybe it's the fault of that transition time that we're in - summer to fall, vacation to back-to-school. Not to mention personal transitions that I'm going through. I keep hoping that something will spark in my brain and my fingers won't be able to stay away from the keyboard. But that hasn't happened yet. I don't dare say (or write) the B word. Rhymes with cock. ;-)

So here it is, my 200th post since I started this blog Dec. 13, 2008 and I have nothing of any importance to say. I do have ideas, but all of them are of the work other than just writing has to be done type. Hopefully this week. Have I said that before?