Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Today I'm frantically trying to get submissions in so this is as much blogging as I'll do - but I wanted to say - check back tomorrow (or Thursday if today does not go well - I think I already screwed up one submission) for the start of the interview I did with Randy Lagana.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
So, my trollop temporary tattoo came about a week ago, but since they only last 1-3 days, and I wanted to wear it to an event Saturday evening (for personal reasons even though nobody would know) - I waited till Saturday morning to apply it - with the amused help of dear Mr. Erobintica, who then took a series of photos - this being the best (natural light). Yes, that's my ass.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Welcome to Beginner's Ball #6! This series was started by writers Helia Brookes, Marina St. Clare and myself. We hope to address issues of interest to new eroticists and more experienced writers as well. This series travels blog to blog. Scarlett Greyson will be joining us soon!
Okay, I'm going to play devil's advocate for a moment. Bear with me.
Totally ignoring the whole futile erotica vs. porn debate - if pornography is such a horrible problem (7.5 million Google results for "problem of pornography") that is destroying marriages and the very fabric of civilization as we speak (stop rolling your eyes) - isn't writing "erotica" just contributing to said problem?
I ask this because it's something I'm pondering as I prepare to let more friends in on the "secret" that I am writing erotica/smut/pornography/whatever and blogging about it. What will I say if someone asks me this - or some variation?
Because I know I will come up against this - I know some of my friends - and family for that matter - decry the music and dress and general decline in decency - and up till now I've just quietly let their tirades roll off me all the while thinking "if only you knew…" (yes, I have some strange friends)
Erotic depictions (paintings, sculpture, photographs, dramatic arts, music and writing, have been around a very long time. (That wikipedia link, if you're new to it will keep you busy a long time - I had to tear myself away.) What I find amusing is the insistence by some (still!) that all the very old (read Paleolithic) depictions are touted as "fertility symbols" - and not just depictions of stuff that made those skin-clad hunter-gatherers horny. I'll save that rant for another time. Side note: So, I kept reading about erotic cave art, but so far have not been able to find any images online - they trying to protect us from something?
But back to the original thing I was getting at. What was I getting at?
It would be nice if I could claim to have always been so enlightened. But. There was a time in my life when I was horribly ashamed of my own attraction to "erotic depictions" - I was sure it was proof of some damage - And I was even ashamed of writing some of my own. Seeing images and reading words that turned me on tended to lead to self-loathing. Yup. Me. Erobintica. And the reasons why and how I got from there to here are for another time and place.
The point is - I got to here. I'm writing what I'm sure a lot of folks would consider vile pornography (and yeah, in their minds that would be redundant). And it's one of the best fucking things that I've ever done in my life (and I'm just getting started). I finally feel comfortable in my skin. I finally have a lot more self-confidence than I've ever had. I joke with my husband about "empowerment through porn." But I'm serious. I've found freedom by embracing this previously hidden part of my psyche.
This is a subject that can't be hardly touched on in a single blog post. But I was wondering what your thoughts on the matter are. What would you say to someone who accuses you of being "part of the problem"?
I got mail today. The kind that shows up in my mailbox a lot these days - buttons - from Alison Tyler. It was this mighty mouse button. But this one wasn't for a flasher contest or a comment or any of a number of other reasons for buttons from our lady of the etsy.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
~It's stopped raining!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Hey, I'm just back briefly at home to make a cake for dessert - my potluck offering tonight. I'm out at a "primitive skills gathering" - stuff like fire-making, basketry, flint-knapping, etc. and bow making - and I have been working on making my own "self-bow" - when it's done I'll take a picture. I'm going around wearing this knife (that hubby made me for mother's day a couple of years ago) in it's sheath (that I made) around my neck. Sorry, no buckskin loinclothed men this year. :-(
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Happy Birthday To You. Happy Birthday To You. Happy Birthday Ms. Tyler. Happy Birthday To You!
Okay. I thought I was just gonna blow right though this and post a bunch of past flashers, but I can't seem to find all of them - where oh where did those little stories go? - so, I'm calling it quits for the night. Note to self: Organize your smut better on your computer.
Hey - I'm gonna try to catch up again with posting my entries to Alison Tyler's flasher contests. This one is from back in April. Got an "I [heart] Pie" button for this one I think. Hehe, I've lost track of contest themes and buttons. So many so many.
Silky Smooth Icing
She can’t help herself. Glancing around to make sure no one is looking, she reaches under her apron and gives her nipple a pinch. Presses her thighs together, aching for something to rub against.
The long glass case filled with elaborately decorated cakes separates her from them. Allows her to listen in while working. They come in twice a month to partake of the treats and sip coffee. To talk shop.
She’s been told they’re erotica authors. Eavesdrops on their conversations, littered with words that make her blush, make her sense the creaminess between her legs.
She works. Cake layers are prepared, laid out waiting. Two fillings. One is tart, thick lemon with flecks of zest. The other a blood-red raspberry, seeds strained out and sweetened just so.
She takes up her spatula, begins spreading the lemon first. The authors talk about sucking cock. She yearns to dip her finger in the filling, taste the sharp flavor, but doesn’t dare.
She spreads the raspberry filling, adds the last cake layer, presses down so the red oozes out gently. The authors talk. Bondage. Spankings. Sex toys. The usual.
As she prepares the glossy chocolate ganache that will cover the cake, she thinks of the baker in the back room, his apron dusty with flour, his hair held by a net. His aroma. Sweet, sweaty, earthy.
The authors will leave, she’ll pull the shades, lock the door, take off her apron. In the back, they’ll slice the cake, share it. Before.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Laying in bed this morning listening to pouring rain and window-rattling thunder (guess I'm not taking a walk this morning) - pondering the stories I have going and how I'll ever find the time to do all the things I want to do. I'd hoped to have the interview with Randy Lagana up this week, but unless he has ESP, it'll have to wait because I haven't gotten the questions to him (there is a reason why I could never be a reporter). I started a list of writing projects I want to complete at some point in the next few months and it was an awfully long list. I've set myself some deadlines for this month (both externally-imposed and self-imposed) - we'll see how I do. For now I'll drink my coffee and try to finish one story and start on another, and another...
Saturday, June 6, 2009
boneless chicken breasts, cut in 1 inch chunks
grated rind of 2 limes
2 rounded tsp of hot chili powder
½ tsp sugar
½ tsp salt
tsp of ground Wrath
¼ cup olive oil
juice of the 2 limes
splash of triple sec
Mix together spice mixture. Mix olive oil mixture. Thread chicken chunks on skewers and fruit (alternating strawberries, mango and pineapple) on separate skewers. Brush all with the olive oil mixture. Heat BBQ. When ready, grill the skewers, turning the fruit carefully (may need to use 2 tongs since the fruit wants to slip off). Once skewers have been turned, sprinkle some of the spice mixture on them - more liberally on the chicken.
Carefully remove the fruit skewers to a plate once there are char marks and the strawberries are soft. Sprinkle with a little bit more spice mixture and leave to cool. Turn the chicken again and sprinkle the 2nd side with spices. Use all the spice mixture. When chicken is done, remove to a plate. Serve with a salad and warm, crusty bread. Instead of chicken you can try scallops or shrimp or even just veggies.
Spicy Chocolate Chili Truffles
8 oz. chopped chocolate - preferably 62% cacao or higher
½ cup heavy cream
½ tsp red chili flakes
½ tsp chili powder (chilpotle or whatever your favorite is)
1 TBLS softened butter
cocoa powder for dusting mixed with ground Wrath
Heat cream to simmer. Remove from heat, add chili flakes and chili powder. Cover and steep for 15-20 minutes. Reheat briefly to simmer and pour through a strainer over chopped chocolate. Let sit a few minutes, then stir gently. Add softened butter and stir. Stir till cooled. Chill till firm, several hours. Shape cherry-sized balls and roll in cocoa mixture. Serve.
Coconut strawberry "ice cream"
One 14 oz. can coconut milk
1 TBLS agave syrup
20 drops liquid stevia
1 cup or so strawberries, cut in halves or quarters and smashed lightly with fork
Pour coconut milk into bowl and stir with whisk to incorporate any congealed coconut oil. Add agave syrup and stevia and stir with whisk to mix. Taste for sweetness. Pour into a small ice cream maker (the small size ice cream ball or Donvier ice cream maker.
Stir or churn or mix for a bit until the coconut milk is starting to thicken. Add smashed strawberries and proceed with whatever device until ice cream is ready. May serve soft out of maker or let sit in freezer.