Dry and Pressed
Promise you’ll lay me in the shifting sands of some place with a name that sounds like a polite interruption. I fancy that even the dead can feel the dance of sandy grains skittering over burned flesh. Just keep me away from water. I’ve spent my whole life rotting and now I’d like to blow […]
Philip Pullman and the Question of Censorship
Huguette Ampudia left a comment that included a link to a Philip Pullman response on my post: The Ethics and Eroticism of Non-Consensual Sex in Fiction and it was so good and apt, and the response is so final and eloquent, I thought I’d post it.
Transfixion
The cool glass against my breasts stings and my nipples seize into hard buds. As steam-filled as the room is, through the droplet spattered shower door, I see you clearly. The sight of your skin, gleaming taut over the frame of your bones, dark against the white tiles, is a dreadful exquisiteness. It catches in […]
The Ethics and Eroticism of Non-Consensual Sex in Fiction
Both Kitty Thomas and Pillow Talker wrote posts on this topic. And a long and frustrating twitter discussion then led to a chat session with various other people. Kitty Thomas’ post: “The Short Skirt Defense” is here. Pillow Talker’s: “My Reply to Kitty Thomas” is here. There are very few erotica publishers who will publish […]
Escape Velocity
In the no man’s land a mile above some unnamed piece of terrain, only God knew what time it was. The aircraft creaked and hummed in the gentle turbulence, the darkened cabin smelled of precooked meals and filtered air. That great metal bird, with slumbering strangers tucked neatly in its metal belly, carried me towards […]
The Respect of One’s Peers
I don’t think there is anything as pleasurable to a writer as praise from another writer you admire. Yes, I know we are supposed to be writing for readers and it is wonderful to run a blog like this that allows me to get feedback from them, but a review is a different thing. Personally, […]
Agony and Ecstasy
There’s something true about you in your moment of ecstasy. With the shiny sweet wrapper of social order and status peeled away. Once you’ve left your obsession with being desirable behind. There, at that point when the synapses fire and you go blind, when need brings the animal to the surface, there is something utterly […]
Metaphor in Erotica
“The mastodon hours lumber their way into extinction, sinking wearily into the sticky tar pit of the evening†In the last piece of flash fiction, I used the above imagery – a metaphor – that prompted the following comment from Oatmeal Girl: “I could hate you for this. I was going to say I could […]
Primeval Heat
It’s muggy hot. Too heavy for my bones. The mastodon hours lumber their way into extinction, sinking wearily into the sticky tar pit of the evening. It will go on like this until June: leaden days of drowsy impatience. I’m scorpion in amber, my sting ever at the ready, and no way to get at […]
Extremely Filthy Haiku
For those of you who visit my blog, but aren’t on twitter, or don’t follow me there, I thought I’d offer you the product of a mad twitter Haiku binge that played itself out on our main timeline this morning. Primarily it started as a duel between @mols_erotica and myself, using the #haikunastiness hashtag. However, […]