More than anything else, I want to tell you these stories. I want to rub these words against you, smear you with the pollen of possibility, infect you with nostalgia for places you’ve never been or have forgotten. That is what books have done to me since I was old enough to read. They made me a carrier of a strange sickness and now I have to pass it on.
Words are worlds. They carry a different message to each of us. And so the story I wrote is not the one you read. In reading it, the story becomes yours. Draped in all the things you brought with you when you stepped onto the page and began to read.
I write stories about people and their desires, and the strange ways in which those desires twist them into new beings.
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Born in Canada, educated in Madrid and London, Remittance Girl has spent the last 12 years of her life exiled to a small Southeast Asian country. She writes and grows orchids in a house with an enormous mango tree and a psychotic cat named Seven. She holds a Master of Arts in Writing.
Driven by the conviction that eroticism is an essential lens through which human nature can be examined, Remittance Girl uses it to offer insights into what motivates us, frames our social interactions and forms our interior sense of self. Erotic fantasies, even very dark ones, give us clues with which we can decipher the symbolic language we use to express who we are and how we fit into our world.
Her novellas and short stories have appeared in electronic form on her own website, at Cleansheets.com and in the Erotica Readers and Writers online gallery. She has novels published through Constable & Robinson (Beautiful Losers) and through Burning Book Press. A number of short stories have appeared in print anthologies, including the single author collection Coming Together Presents Remittance Girl. All proceeds from the sale of this anthology go to the ACLU.
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Some of you will have cleverly noticed that Remittance Girl is not the name I was born with. I decided to use a pseudonym because it is in keeping with the tradition of the Victorian pornographers. I could have chosen a name that sounded like a name, but where would be the fun it that. This is my identity for my writing, and for my online persona. I’ve had it for many years now.
The name itself is a reference to a “remittance man”. Wikipedia describes a remittance man thus:
In the 19th century, the English usage of the word usually referred to money sent from England – the opposite direction to today’s usual usage of the term. A remittance man was an exile living on money sent from home. Within Victorian British culture, this often meant the black sheep of an upper or middle class family who was sent away (from the UK to the Empire), and paid to stay away. These men were generally of dissolute or drunken character, and may have been sent overseas after one or more disgraces at home.
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