Thursday, October 27, 2016

Tricky, Little Treat! Check Out My Circlet Halloween Flash Fiction!

Happy Halloween everyone!

In the mood for something short, sweet, sexy, and spooky? Check out my flash fiction story, "Base & Vile Things," in Circlet Press's Countdown to Halloween here.

And, if you like it, come check out it's longer version here.

And don't forget to check out my Donovan's Door Halloween story, Alter Ego, here.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Dear Reader, Let's Go For a Ride!

Always love the opportunity to get word-nerdy with my smut.
Check out what was rolling around my head while writing "Odd Man" for The Sexy Librarian's For The Men Anthology:

"Even more than first-person, this 2nd person POV thrusts you, as the reader, into that character’s experiences by changing the game from the normal declarative, this-happens-then-this-happens-then-this-happens nature of narrative to something more imperative. You, dear reader, are going on this journey with me, whether you want to or not..."


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Monday, October 24, 2016

Sneak Peek of Odd Man!

Come read a sneak peek of my story "Odd Man" in The Sexy Librarian's For The Men Anthology! 


Take a drink. A deep one. Maybe two.

You’ll feel every eye on you as you enter the room. The collective turn of their heads will sound deafening to you. You’ll curse every Norwegian gene in your body that makes you flush choir-boy red. You’ll think you hear snickers—some sniggering gossip being spouted behind you as you move.

You’ll see them together, sitting as they wait for an open space. She’ll wave at you—wave you over.

Your brain will stall. Your lip will curl as your body literally revolts at the thought of sitting there while you all wait, the weight of your discomfort and the suffocatingly crowded space pressing all three of you tightly together.

Take another sip. Then suck it up and sit with them.

But you won’t. And you know it. Instead, with a casualness that fools only you, you’ll shake your head and stand far off.

She’ll frown again—her lips better suited for a smile or a kiss will wilt. You’ll wonder how to fix this.

But then he’ll whisper in her ear and make her smile again.

Problem fixed.

Take a drink.

The booze will buzz you enough to not notice as they step up to an open space. Even though nothing can dull the sound of her laughter—like bubbling joy—as he leads her forward.

The room will glow red as you see his hands on her as he pushes her—practically shoves her—down onto the kneeling bench, her slim, willowy waist connecting hard against the edge—stealing her breath.

About to step in, you’ll stop as her gaze—direct and denying—hits yours, her head shaking as her glorious curls shudder with the slight shake of her head. You’ll step back, even though it feels wrong.

You’ll do it because you love her.

Remember. You love her.

You’ll force your stiff muscles to stand down. You’ll force your ready feet to be still. You’ll tell your eyes that they’re seeing lies, watching a game—talked about and agreed upon. You’ll try to tell your heart and head that this is what she wants.

He will strip her. In a humiliating fashion, he’ll rip, rend and ruin her clothes from her, bare her beauty like trash to the room full of spectators. You’ll grimace as she’s roughly handled. Grabbed at with careless, hard paws that bruise and batter.

You’ll think it impossible that someone—anyone—could look at the goddess before them and abuse her.

But you’d be wrong.

He will strike her. Her shoulders. Her back. Her ass. Her legs. He’ll use his hands—those calloused and hardened slabs of meat—a long-tailed beast of a whip that bites at her beautiful skin, a long wooden paddle that mars the golden sheen of her flesh.

All the while, you’ll hear her cries. Her sobs. Her pleas. And, feeling bound, trapped, tied to the wall, you won’t be able to help her, held still by your word. You’ll see her tears and feel your own threaten behind unblinking eyes. You’ll peer closer, worried that things have gone too far—farther than you should have let them ever go.

You will regret this...



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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Should we teach teens about BDSM in sex ed? Hell Yes!

"A sex education program [with information about BDSM] would help people understand what's consensual and what's not." Leigh Cuen’s “Should we teach teens about BDSM in sex ed?”

I couldn’t agree with this more. One of the most common complaints anti-porn people throw out is that too many young people are confusing what they see and hear about in porn with real sex. And, personally, I think that’s true. I do think that, because we have really poor and mis-focused sex-ed in schools, a lot of people’s first real-world, practical sex-ed teachers is porn. Which leads to a lot of really messed up misconceptions about sex. Like the whole myth about persistence, that if you just keep pushing you can change someone’s “no” to a “yes.” Or the idea that sex is less sexy the more you talk about it. Or that there are deeply ingrained and “natural” gender roles when it comes to sex. 

None of this is true.

And kink, when studied as a culture and not a fantasy, reinforces that. It teaches a lot of real-world, practical sexual skills that we as a culture desperately need. Like, consent, what it is and how to recognize it in yourself and in others. Like ensuring safety and pleasure of both you and your partners. It shows that sex is more than any one singular act and reinforces the idea that, like a buffet, you get to decide what you want to do and what you don’t and with whom. It also separates sex from traditional ideas love and “The One,” which while romantic have proven to not only be not applicable but straight-up toxic for a lot of people. Not to mention, separating sex from traditional ideas of shame and immorality, opting instead to value safety and consent of the partners involved. And it promotes openness, dialog, and ingenuity, proving time and time again that with enough creativity, consent, and communication there are so very few fantasies that can’t be realized through kink.

We should be treating this as an opportunity to learn about and from each other and passing on that knowledge to future generations. Because—I don’t know if you’ve been looking at the world lately—but these are lessons we all could really use more of.

Thursday, October 13, 2016

You Want in The Door? Try the Right Key

I, like so many others, find it so funny that Rush Limbaugh could—at the exact same moment—get the concept of consent so right and yet so very wrong. That would almost impressive, if it weren’t so very, very sad.

Look, I have talked and talked and talked and talked about consent. So many feminists have.

And I know many people are tired of hearing about it.

And we would stop talking about it, if you would just listen—really listen—to what we’re saying. Because I’m pretty sure that, if you listen and understand what we’re saying, it’s going to make you listen to and reevaluate how you talk.

Because look at that statement:

"You know what the magic word, the only thing that matters in American sexual mores today is? One thing. You can do anything, the left will promote and understand and tolerate anything, as long as there is one element. Do you know what it is? Consent. If there is consent on both or all three or all four, however many are involved in the sex act, it's perfectly fine. Whatever it is. But if the left ever senses and smells that there's no consent in part of the equation then here come the rape police. But consent is the magic key to the left."

Take away Limbaugh’s sarcasm and disgusted tone and it is all true.

Consent is what makes sex—whatever the act—okay.

That is absolutely, 100% true.

That is the guiding principle that all my sexual morals are based on. 

And what everyone’s should be.

Because if you are prioritizing consent over acts, then your primary concern is about preventing rape and abuse. Instead of policing consensual behavior between consenting adults, yes, Rush, what you are policing against is rape. Sounds pretty good to me.

But if you are prioritizing certain acts over consent, your morals allow rape, so long as the rape follows your list of acceptable acts. That’s bad policing. Because, like I’ve said before, I do not care if you are having the most vanilla, heterosexual, monogamous, married sex, it is and should always be considered rape if consent is not present.

If this concept seems strange or ridiculous or foreign or illogical or cause for sarcasm or disgust, you need to stop and take the time to understand why you think the way you do.

To help, let’s—like we did for the Fappening or any digital leaks—put this in terms that you might better understand. Let’s use the framework Limbaugh laid out:

To Rush and Trump and Bush and their ilk, if your “magic key” is a criteria of specific acts, and not consent, for the very reason I—and, oddly enough, you—just gave, you are using the wrong key. Understand that that criteria of acts is so much less a “key” as it is a set of illegal lock picks. And a shitty one at that. It can do what you want it to, maybe, I guess, but that doesn't make it right. So please be understanding when a lot of doors stay closed or even slam shut or set off alarms when you try to use it. Please don’t use that as an excuse to then criminally break and enter passed those still locked or possibly broken down doors because you think “you can do anything” and “don’t even wait” for permission. For consent.

Because, if you wouldn’t be okay with some criminal using that strategy on your literal door—at your home, at your office, and any of your properties—why would you think it’s an okay strategy to use on the metaphorical door of someone else’s body?

Trying to take consent out of sexual morals—to minimize and mock its importance in every sexual act anyone engages in—is to try to excuse, normalize, and permit criminal behavior instead.

I know I’m no business genius, but I’d think that’s a trade deal no one should be willing to make.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Assuming Makes An Ass Out of You; Leave Me Out of It

Okay, THIS is what upsets me most about this whole mess.

DO NOT—not even once—try to use BeyoncĂ©, 50 Shades, or any other form of female sexual expression, experimentation, or freedom to justify some Trumped-up jackass’s bad behavior. Whatever my personal opinions on the specific media—and, like I’ve said before, there is A LOT, like 50 Shades of Grey, that I personally find problematic—there is a world of difference between women trying to experiment with their own sexuality through art and find ways to explore, however viscerally or graphically or even offensively on a personal level, their own desires and a man with more money and power than common decency or sense bragging about how he sexually assaults women.

And that difference lies in consent.

When specific women talk about what we want, what we crave, what we desire, as individuals, even if that desire is shared with other women, that does not—not ever, not even once—give anyone the right to use that as a defense to force their bad behavior onto all other women. Just because one or two or 80 million women are into it, that does not EVER give you the right to just assume that the woman you are targeting is into it—is asking for it—too.

Haven’t we all gotten tired of that line of thinking yet?

And, here’s a special news flash straight from a freaky girl: Just because I AM into the kinky stuff and power play and rough sex or whatever it is that I’m into, that in NO WAY gives you the right to assume that I want it from you. Cause, SPECIAL ALERT, I probably don’t. Not if you’re the type of person who assumes without asking for my consent—without following the basic, kink 101, you-shouldn’t-be-playing-so-get-off-the-field-if-you-don’t-know-this rule that negotiation always goes before play. I am a goddamned freak and I am proud as hell of it. And I am STILL not asking for it.

Have you finally got it?

Do you finally hear it?

These desires are OURS, not yours. Our making it vocal, our giving it voice and presence and validity in this world, does not make it less ours. Does not make it more yours. Do not try to define it; we’re doing that for ourselves, if you would just take two seconds to actually listen.

Do you want to see if your desires mesh and match with ours?

Great! Awesome! That is truly fantastic. 

Then do the mature, adult, and decent thing: ask.

Because, in this, when you assume, it’s making an ass out of someone and it sure as hell isn’t me.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Pussies & Dicks

I am filthy-mouthed.

I write dirty, graphic, BDSM porn.

I get so graphic that I have been turned down by as many publishers as I've been accepted by BECAUSE my work is too graphic for their houses.

So, when I say that I am offended by Trump's statements, this is not me pearl-clutching over "pussy."

When I say everyone should be offended by his statements, this is not me reprimanding or censoring male sexuality or sexual expression.

Hell, I'm included in a wonderful anthology that celebrates male sexuality and all its complexity.

This is not about the graphicness of the words Trump and Bush used. This is about the intent and meaning behind them.

I have no problem with people who use words like "dick" and "pussy"--in fact, we probably can't be friends, if you're uncomfortable with them, I have a problem with people who think, just because a person they're attracted to has a pussy, that means they can act like dicks.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Is Trump Just the New Mr. Grey?
Stop. Just stop.

Trump's comments have shit-all to do with BDSM or Fifty Shades of Grey.

And, IF you do want to go down that road, let's go down it.

Did you not hear those of us in the feminist and kink and feminist kink communities crying--shouting, screaming--out that that series did not reflect safe, sane, or consensual behavior?

Did you not listen as we listed why Christian Grey, vanilla or kinky, was a predator? That the story romanticizes and glorifies sexual coercion and abuse? That it celebrates outdated, uninformed, and potentially dangerous behavior that HAS COST PEOPLE THEIR LIVES.

Is THIS they guy your candidate wants to emulate when it comes to sexual etiquette and culture? With story after story of sexual harassment and rape and assault on our campuses, in our military, in our workplaces, on our streets, in our homes, by our teachers, by our students, by our politicians, by our police officers, by our neighbors, by our lovers, by our families, by those we look up to and trust to keep us safe, is THIS the example we want our public officials--much less the leader of our country--living by?

We need better conversation about consent in this country, not more of the "locker room talk" that got us here.