Because today is National Fisting Day...
You’re holding my hands. Not because you love me, but because they are numb with cold. We are both wrapped up in thick coats. The wind ripples at their soaked skins, pours inside all the vulnerable...
View ArticleFood Service Sweat
It could've been like this:We could've carried our laughter out of there. We could've washed it so it didn't smell so much like grease. We could've put it on and sat on a real sofa.There would have...
View ArticleDefining Erotica
What does that even mean? Are we defining erotica as a concept? As a genre? What?The Collins Dictionary defines it as explicitly sexual literature or art.Merriam-Webster's Medical Dictionary defines it...
View ArticleI had the presence of mind to call for salt.
I had a dream that my roommate put leeches all over my arms and legs and then wrapped them up in white silk bandages and left me on a beach in the heat, in the sun. And I let her. There was a reason...
View ArticleThe indie writer's husband.
In the floating hotel with the indie writer's husband. It's like a big ferry, thin cell doors and the sliding latches and a slow slow slow rocking. Laminated floors. The scent of wood ponderous.A bed....
View ArticleBeing in the world.
You don't look tall from the other end of the room. Your hands don't look big. I want to say that when there's a room between us you seem less like a man and more like a boy, but that is not the whole...
View ArticleDeconstructing the sex scene.
I don't think it's too outrageous to suggest that, regardless of genre, most sex scenes in modern literature follow a certain formula.Sexual activity has its own structure. We can map this out...
View ArticleThis is what I am working on now.
White beneath the shirt, whiter than the skin on his arms, there is always a tan here; no one walks beneath the sun and is spared. But beneath the shirt, inside of it, the skin is white. In the skin...
View ArticleA body like a map.
I think my sex is broken. My sex, my force, the desire of me. I don't think it functions. I should backtrack.I don't sex the way others sex or if I do no one else is talking. They're all out there...
View ArticleSo the publishing industry and I are breaking up.
We've been drifting apart for awhile now.Yes, it's true. Robin and I are dismantling Freaky Fountain Press.For such a young house it's full of ghosts. I've gone through a lot of feelings since she and...
View ArticleA new way of doing things.
So I have this chapter that I have been working on since September because this has been the fucking semester from hell and I have had no time for my own writing.And there is a sex scene in it.Now, the...
View ArticleDreaming.
Quick as a flash of light on the water, fleeting, trembling in the seconds it takes to come into being, fingers line up in a threshold.When I see you, it's on the other side. An animal in a green...
View ArticleArchitect.
Is there a name for the man who builds the maze? Will he dream in fractals? Will they spin out from beneath his fingers, dancers on the paper, green fairies waiting curled up inside the leaves of...
View Articlehere is a key/make sense of me
My body is like every other body that has been used, wiped, kicked, made into a map of bruises to bear someone else's rage.The first instinct? To hate. Good old sticky sweet loathing. Here it is, look:...
View ArticleWaiting
She sits for what feels like a long time, the seat hard beneath her, the cold on her skin, it’s never warm enough in here, she’s always cold once she’s taken her coat off and the long walk has...
View Article“At the heart of pornography is sexuality haunted by its own disappearance.”
I have said often that I am extremely interested in sex and sexual desire as a lens through which to look at the human condition. That there is a unique exposure that occurs in authentic moments of...
View ArticleClearly I have not abandoned my erotic horror roots as much as I thought I had.
Because I came across this story at Oh Get A Grip, and it was showcased as a horror story, but the whole thing slid under my skin in a single long hot sigh (ahhhhh!) and I do not, cannot, see it as...
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So it would seem that Erotica Apocrypha has been nominated for an award.
I guess Preditors & Editors gives these things out yearly and Erotica Apocrypha made the list.I guess I really need to pay more attention to these things.
View ArticleSteamhorse Battleplum is in the bay.
Steamhorse Battleplum is in the bay.The water is blue. The sky is blue. He cannot see with the sun in his eyes.On the day he was born, the earth grew hot and exhaled. On the day he was born, the horse...
View ArticleI don't know, I don't know, I just don't know.
Behind which is a fair amount of whining.It seems I'm having some sort of existential crisis. Or something. I don't know.The facts:I haven't worked on anything in months. I mean real work, real digging...
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