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The Day of the Dead

The lipstick slid on but not right. Where was the sticky-slick sweetness? The quiet perfume that spoke of its expense? Piled into the bra, her tits looked okay, but released they were not right. Empty, sullen, as if someone else had worn and mistreated them. She picked up her keys, amazed they did not slide…

The Yawning Gulf of Love

The roar of rain and the long, rumbling tunnel of a thunderclap wakes me. But you are still sleeping. An ocean of bed sheet and the wall of states, silk-thin and diamond-hard, between the dreaming world, and the waking one divides us. Thunderstorms always make me horny. I nestle my face in my pillow and…

The Erotica of Cruelty & Stories of the Body Without Organs

Recently, I’ve been reading a quite a lot of stuff by two French thinkers: Antonin Artaud and Gilles Deleuze. Admittedly, reading the French can be a chore (if you’re not French) not only because I get the feeling that often their translators had one hell of a time trying to translate the ideas and concepts…

These Lips

These lips kissed the feet of Christ. Gave life to the verses of dead poets. Fed blind and unweaned kittens. Whispered secrets into deaf ears. Begged forgiveness of an absent god. Drew smoke from the last cigarette after midnight. Wore your favourite shade of red. Kiss them. Spread it around:

Ice: Forty Feet Thick

Great tusks curl triumphant beneath the ice. Lying on her side where fate took her and the cold holds her now. Cruelly frozen in the act of being an anachronism, an evolutionary joke. All her drives and instincts, every foolish desire fixed in the permafrost. The pitiless antisepsis of time allows neither rot nor erosion,…

Writer as Reader & the Art of Critiquing

I get a lot of people sending me stories and asking me to read them and give them feedback. This is something I used to do frequently when I was an active member on the ERWA storytime list. It’s been more than a year since I’ve really participated and, although I do miss the give…

Narrative Violence: Movie Review: Antichrist by Lars Von Trier

I was reading Tony Comstock‘s post “Do you want to be put in the same category as Alfred Kinsey, Max Hardcore, or Catherine Briellat?”: The limits of sexual expression in an algorithmic world.” in which he reported that, Matinee, a film that depicts actual sexual intercourse between actors was, essentially, refused entry at an Australian…

‘Hurt Me Good’ by RedBud @ The Erotic Writer

I am totally lacking in grace when in comes to accepting compliments. I’m at a loss as to how to respond appropriately. However, I can’t let this particular compliment go unacknowledged; it would be simply unforgivable to let it go. Will Crimson (RedBud) has written a story called ‘Hurt Me Good‘, which he says was…

In Other News

In other news… I have had the distinct pleasure of being interviewed by PopSyndicate writer Alex Hambly. The interview goes into quite a bit of detail about my process as a writer, and how I became one. I have been, to my surprise, accused of mysteriousness. Well, if you’ve spent any time on my blog,…

I Waited for You By The River of Time

I waited for you by the river of time but you didn’t come. Is it impolite to fuck someone because I’m sad and tired of being sad? I don’t know. Perhaps it is. But the rain has started and it’s a long way back to my hotel. His is closer and more expensive. He’s middle…