Whoreticulture – A Valentine
this flesh buttersweet soft as an inner thigh, a gasping exotic thing gaping for love, dying for my tongue’s tip there on the blood stained lip
Tocando – Touching trans. by Israel Centeno
This wonderful translation of my last #twitterfic piece is by Israel Centeno, a wonderful Venezuelan author. Please visit his site 1. toco como si al tocar Inquiriera aparte placas tectónicas empujan al vacío el orgullo de tu carne palabras escritas a través de la estéril pantalla de la mente 2 sacudida digital deja mi la […]
Touching – #twitterfic
1. I touch as if touching pried apart tectonic plates forcing a void in the pride of your flesh made word across the sterile screen of my brain. 2. Digital shudders let me tongue your neural network and bask in the fruits of my labour evidenced in the explosive demise of your spelling skills. 3. […]
Here Lies…
I just finished Gibson’s Zero History. One of the locations in the novel is a fictional private hotel called Cabinet with an address at Portman Square in London. Before we found a house in Montague Square, my parents and I lived in a flat at 15 Portman Square – it had an old rickety cage […]
The End Product of Globalization
I’m in London with not a lot of alone time on my hands, but I’m definitely aiming to produce another chunk of Enamorata. In the meantime, delving into the video meme of Lady Gaga parodies, I found this. Some of it is pretty disturbing to look at if you haven’t spent much time in Southeast […]
Ego Te Absolvo
This piece has been removed. Apologies.
Word of the Day: Countertransference
From time to time, I use this blog to explore the non-erotic parts of my life. This is one of them. So, a caution: this piece deals with the very upsetting subject of incest. It is not meant in any way to be read as a piece of erotica. Rather, it is an examination of […]
Waystation of the Soul
At dawn, the incongruous shrieks of birds caged in this urban labyrinth overwhelm the rumble of air conditioners, mindless guardians against the true heat of a Bankok night. Here where my soul sneaks between white sheets that smell of institutional cleanliness, and back into an indifferent body neither glad to see it nor grown accustomed […]
Communing: Place, Time and Mood – Wandering with my iPhone
I just finished reading @Marousia’s brilliant blog post on wandering with a camera. As an academic, it’s @Marousia’s wont to be reflective about what she does and her way of doing them, and she’s taught me so much about the value of doing this, that when she wrote the post, I was really inspired to […]
Word Abuse: Rape
Just the other day, a friend of mine with a daughter of school age told me about a disturbing incident in which a little boy of the same age, 12, threatened her daughter with ‘rape’. Being both a concerned mother and an eminently sensible woman, she wondered just how far she should pursue the incident. […]