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Apr. 23, 2007
In honor of International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day, I have put my short story, "Hunt," up for reading right here on Morningstar. It's NC-17, which means erotica. If you're over 18, please, go take a look!
I hope you enjoy it.
For more on IPSTD, you can read the message from former SFWA officer Howard Hendrix that began the whole thing, with an introduction by Will Shetterly and links to followups, right here.
Jo Walton's original declaration of IPSTD is on her LiveJournal right here. There is even a LiveJournal community, IPSTP, where you can browse links to see what others are offering.
Feb. 22, 2007:
Since it's February, and we just got past Valentine's and VD and Horny Werewolf Day, I'm thinking about sex.
Hell. I think about sex every day. But it was a good segue, so bear with me.
Actually, we all think about sex. A lot. If you're anything like me, you've been thinking about sex for a very long time. And before you all became the wise and knowing creatures you are today, you probably had a lot of questions about sex. There was a time for each of us when what we knew about sex could have been written on a single sheet of notebook paper.
Yet somehow, we all learned. And it's a good thing, too.
Sex isn't like Russian mystics or ancient Aztec deities or the striking speed of a shield-nosed cobra, where what you don't know can't hurt you because your odds of running across Rasputin's penis, Tezcatlipoca, or an Aspidelaps are pretty darn small.
What we don't know about sex can kill us.
This is real life, and we are sexual beings. Sex is a huge, huge part of what goes on inside our heads. It permeates our fleshly life, but even more than that, it soaks into the spirit and infuses our spiritual, emotional, and creative lives as well.
Given that, it is absolutely criminal that sex education in this country is as terribly neglected as it is.
Children today aren't taught about it in school, and all too often they aren't taught about it by their parents. They turn to the internet in droves, and that's where good sites like Scarleteen come in.
Scarleteen is having a fundraiser to make sure they can keep doing the good work they are doing. I ask that if you have it, donate a couple of bucks. They do good work. They are kind people. And they don't treat teen sexuality as an aberration, character flaw, or crime.
Your contribution will be used to provide accurate information about sex to young people.
As a working erotica writer, I can't tell you how important this is to me. We can't "reclaim" Jack shit until we are all educated about sex. Boys and girls, men and women. ALL of us.
Go, look, think about it. If you have nothing to give, think on this: do you know someone who could use that URL? Someone in your family, your friends' families, who might benefit from some no-bullshit sex-positive sex education?
Then send them to Scarleteen! PLEASE.
Feb. 01, 2007:
Heh. It says "Mammoth."
Freezing your ass off this winter? After two freaking weeks of being iced into my house with no functional car, I know I am!
How about some hot smut to warm your toes and cool that cabin fever?
Take a trip to the sticky days of summer with "Full Bloom", in The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica Vol. 6.
What unexpected flowers might blossom if the seeds of your imagination fell onto fertile ground? If the object of your desire suddenly hung just within reach? Would you dare to pluck it, or would you be afraid of the thorns?
I'm still very proud of this story. Have a taste:
I'd touch my own treacherous body while I watched him pine for his freedom out under the stars, and I felt guilty for finding beauty in his captive pacing. And when he lay there I'd wish for him to touch himself, so I could see what he looked like, all of him. He was no stranger in his skin. He lived there, with his bruises and welts, and the lattice of scars on his arms. I knew every inch of him would be beautiful.
To my surprise, some of those rose cuttings took root, and as I nursed them I felt a needful pang in my chest. Something wicked and strange had sprouted, too, in the red soil of my heart. And in there it was all squirming snakes and thorns.
This story was originally published on AnaisdotMFK.com, but now that the site is on hiatus, the only place it's available is in TMBoBNE 6. Borders and Barnes and Noble carry it, as does Amazon.com.
At a hefty 512 pages, and containing a whopping 42 other tales by such authors as Michael Christian, Sacchi Green, Sage Vivant, Tara Alton, and even the editor, Maxim Jakubowski. A healthy crop of new writers appear here as well, and I'm damn glad to be among them.
Coming Soon:
Keep checking back as the fiction areas fill out!
I'll be adding original articles and stories, as well as the occasional guest piece.
