The Kindness of Strangers
Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? Hamlet, Act II, Scene 1 I wish someone had given me this advice in my youth. Instead I have aged with desire and it has eaten holes in my viscera until there is little left but a labyrinth for worms to breed […]
The Uncomfortable Truth about Kink
I have to thank @quietriot_girl for prompting this post. We had a short exchange on twitter about it. She has some very insightful takes on things. Please visit her site. Photo: miss_blackbutterfly I once knew a man with a deeply rooted shoe fetish. He didn’t just like shoes, or think they were sexy on a […]
Lockdown Day
When I was a child, my grandmother taught me the world was a kind place. And I believed her, because children believe. As I grew older, I discovered that this wasn’t always so. Still, I carried on living as if it were true. What was the point, I asked myself, in pursuing an experience of […]
Infusion
Pungent dried petals crushed and crumbled into my skin. My palm flat against my chest grinding the blossoms into my skin. Sharp buds to score the flesh until I’ve plowed the essence of you into my skin. Let me bleed, lavender scented and crimson, against the blinding white of your shirt and into your skin.
The Civic Body – Turkish Baths
Read any amount of my work and you’ll notice water as a recurring theme: as a metaphor, a sensory element, as atmosphere. Bathing is especially important to me – I’m an addict. I do it at least three, sometimes four, times a day. Not because I require the bath, but because I love the sensation […]
You Can’t Go Back to Constantinople
This blog is going to be a bit quiet for a while because I’m traveling in Turkey and Jordan. I’ll be in Istanbul until the 13th of June, then going to Petra in Jordan for 3 days. I had read a lot about ancient Constantinople – I knew the history of the region – but […]
Carrier
On the cracked benches of dusty railway stations, in the populated sterility of airport lounges, termini or sanctuary, in motion or static, you are always with me, love. In the secret crevices of time that wind the hours fast or slow, in the geometry of the metropolis, on flood plains and seared tarmac. Nestled in […]
Encroachment
Ghostly shadow mice nibble away at the edges of my perception. Their scurrying sounds bitten off consonants of words once important now so much detritus used for bedding. Gradually the picture window of my world becomes a narrowing view framed in tiny teeth marks. Like a man going slowly blind.
Guest Post: Kitty Thomas on ‘Comfort Food’
My name is Kitty Thomas and I write what I classify as “dark literary erotica.†I appreciate Remittance Girl giving me the opportunity to talk a little about my recently released ebook, Comfort Food. Comfort Food is told in first person and is about a woman who is taken prisoner by a very wealthy and […]
The Madwoman of Thu Duc – Part 11
Through the branches of the tamarind trees, the light played dappled games with the surface of the pool at the Cercle Sportif. Children paddled in the shallow end, supervised by nervous nannies who were hardly old enough to bear children themselves and certainly could not swim. The French denizens of Saigon reclined in their ornate […]