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Deleting Comments

2008-10-22T07:35:00.004+07:00

I have just had to do something I despise doing: I deleted a comment.

Usually, I am fanatical about leaving readers comments, whether good or bad or off topic. Since most of this blog deals with erotic fiction, the comments have seldom been divisive. Usually, someone just doesn't like a story. This is fine, a welcomed piece of criticism, a place to begin a conversation.

And I take ownership for the fact that my last two posts have been political, which does certainly elicit more heated debate than erotic stories. And I have gladly left comments from people who disagree with my stance. This is fair, I feel. People have a right to their opinion.

But all opinions are not of equal worth; some are informed and considered and rational, and some are not. You can support any candidate you like, and you can leave comments explaining why you do. But no one, NO ONE gets to leave a comment on my blog calling anyone standing for the office of US president a 'terrorist' on my blog.

Why?

Firstly, because it is libelous.

Secondly, because when people start resorting to unfounded rumours and outright lies about a candidate, the very fabric of political discourse starts to break down. You may feel you have good reason for supporting whichever candidate you prefer, and you have the right to make up any fantasies you want about them, but you do not have the right to perpetuate them on my blog. I will not participate in the destruction of the US democratic process by allowing my blog to be used to spread this kind of crap.

I am not going to beat around the bush about this. There are too many people passing these completely unfounded accusations on. I want to deal with them once and for all.

1. I will not host any comment that suggests that John McCain betrayed his country during time as a prisoner of war in Vietnam. And anyone who suggests it deserves to spend 8 years in a prison of war camp and be tortured.

2. I will not host any comment that suggests that Barack Obama is a terrorist or a Muslim. And anyone who suggests this deserves to spend 20 years living in Falluja without body armor (or 20 years serving on a school board in a poor district - I gather that this almost as unpleasant).

Beyond this, I find it sickening that there is any suggestion that there is anything wrong with being a Muslim, or that it automatically makes people a terrorist, or anti-American. It's worth remembering that Timothy McVeigh, the guy who participated in the Oklahoma Bombing, was American Irish Catholic.

Where's My Sex Drive Gone?

2008-10-16T07:28:00.003+07:00

After finishing my degree, I really thought things would get back to normal and I'd be writing up a storm with all the spare time I have on my hands (not). But I can't honestly say that I don't have any time to write. I do. But there's just no drive there right now.

Perhaps it's the fact that stock market keeps leaping around like a mongoose on crystal meths? It's not like I have any stocks to speak of and I take a small and secret pleasure in seeing psions of corporate greed brought to their knees and get their bespoke suits dirty. But it only lasts a moment. Because the rest of the world - the real world, the world where mothers have to price out cuts of meat for a family meal - is going to pay for it, as they always, always do. My heart does go out to those millions of people who have been keeping their savings (they thought, prudently) in mutual funds that now look like compost heaps. Perhaps it's the fact that I have a good imagination and, can't shake the horrific image of a family being told that their house is worth 30% of what they bought it for and trying to scrape together the money to pay the interest on a mortgage that represents...well, something completely unreal and intangible. And now a global recession looms and threatens their incomes, to put the evil, black cherry on the cake.

Perhaps it's the election campaign. Although I'm not a US citizen, I take it personally, and so, it seems, does a lot of the planet: see The Economist's "Global Electoral Vote". I suspect that few American's understand just how much their choice of president impacts the rest of the world. They understand that they are a superpower, but they don't really GET what it feels like to have your destiny determined by a government you can never vote for.

I don't want to sound anti-American, because I swear I'm not. Like having a slightly embarrassing, super-rich friend, who is extremely generous, good-natured, well-intentioned, but does silly things when drunk, it's a complicated relationship. I bitch at her and roll my eyes at some of her antics, but I wouldn't trade her for China (who doesn't give a shit about human life), for anything in the world.

John McCain says that American's are 'innocent victims' of the economic crisis. But are you, am I? I don't think most of us are. Since the economic policies of Reagan and Thatcher, money has become the thing by which all other things are measured. Greed became good. Economic Darwinism has dominated the economic landscape in the last 30 years. As corporations and as individuals, living on credit became the norm in a way that would have made our grandparents sick.

And, just so no one accuses me of only dumping on McCain, Obama doesn't tell it like it is either. He's not going to get up and berate the American people for the fact that they have become monstrous, addicted, self-indulgent consumers. He wants those people to vote for him.

What I've begun to realize is that, in the past 30 years, the wealth gap in the US has grown to staggering proportions. In fact, today, it is the widest it's been since the era of the Robber Barons. 20% of Americans own 84% of the wealth, leaving 15.6% for the rest of us normal people. This is appalling! At it's proof that 30 years of trickle-down, unregulated, wholly free-market economic policies haven't worked.

I've also realized that Republicans who have voted, over and over again, on the platform of family values and pro-life, have not gotten what they wanted, what they were wooed to the election booth by their candidates for. The vast majority of blue collar and middle class Republicans got poorer even as the federal programs were cut away by Republican administrations. Prime-time television got more, not less, explicit and risque. More and more states have begun to recognize same sex marriages. And people are still getting abortions. Now, I'm certainly not sad that Roe vs Wade hasn't been overturned, and I'm glad to see gay citizen couples get the same privileges as their heterosexual counterparts, but let's face it, most Republicans haven't gotten what they voted for, what they were promised. Instead, they got a very, very expensive war and a huge national debt.

Similarly, Democrats, who have overwhelmingly been lured to the ballot box by promises of universal heath care, social security reform, and higher educational standards, haven't gotten what they were promised either.

Very few people living in the US have gotten what they wanted, except the rich, who have gotten richer. Both Republicans and Democrats have been royally ripped off by their respective governments. And I honestly don't understand why you keep putting up with it. Looking at your system with a bit of analytical distance, can you see why many people around the world question why US-Style democracy is all that desirable?

I feel rather hopeless and helpless for ordinary Americans both on the right and the left. I think they are overwhelmingly honourable, humane, good people who have been very shabbily treated by their system. And, believe it nor not, when Americans suffer, the whole world suffers.

I realize that this post is going to mean a number of people who have subscribed to my blog, expecting to get yummy, nasty sex stories, are going to unsubscribe. I accept that. But not having a vote, this is the only platform I have to make my voice heard. The state of the world is on my mind at the moment, and quite frankly, it's killed my sex drive.

Speaking One's Mind

2008-10-06T08:39:00.002+07:00

I don't often get overtly political on my blog. Usually I focus on erotic fiction and fellow erotic fiction writers. However I ran across Maureen Dowd's editorial on Sarah Palin's speaking abilities and it got me thinking about the connection between thinking and speaking, or writing.

True, much of the way we express ourselves is determined by culture. In fact, a great many theorists insist that language IS culture. It certainly is the vehicle by which we perpetuate our culture to each other and new generations.

However, some theorists believe that the way we express ourselves exposes underlying thinking processes.

I watched the debate between Biden and Palin. I mourned the fact that both of them depended a great deal on voicing canned, byte-sized concepts that we have heard before. I'm sure this is strategic among all political debaters, because these word-perfect repetitions disallow us from judging the intellect exposed by someone who is speaking and thinking naturally.

I also understand that Palin's folksy misuse of language allows many Americans to feel that she is one of them, like them, the woman next door, and therefore familiar and comforting. And perhaps the post-modern rejection of authority and formalized learning has come around to bite the intellectuals in the butt.

Because Sarah Palin is the post-modern poster girl. Elevating the 'lived experience' above the studied history, rejecting the sophistry of critical thought in favour of 'gut-level' reactions.

I'm sure that Ms. Palin is an admirable mum, a nice neighbor and a fund of down-home common sense, but I just don't want her finger anywhere near the button.

Podcased: The Baptism

2008-09-14T17:36:00.002+07:00

I have made another pathetic attempt to podcast one of my stories. I'm still not terribly pleased with the sound of my own voice, and I wish my reading was a little more fluid.

However, here for your listening pleasure is an audio podcast version on the recently posted short story "The Baptism". I hope you enjoy it.

Helen E. Madden - Cynical Woman

2008-09-14T13:37:00.003+07:00

Following on my post last week, I'd like to introduce you to another extremely talented erotica writer and illustrator.

Helen E. H. Madden is not a nom de plume or a pen name. It's the real name of a real person who writes and draws erotica. Helen began her career as an erotica writer in the late 1990s when she first read an issue of Playgirl magazine. The stories in it were so bad, she immediately decided she could do better. She certainly couldn't do worse. A few months later, she sold her first erotic short story. Things have never been the same since.

In addition to writing, Helen also works in computer graphics and traditional art. For years, she pedaled her artistic talents as a government contractor, cleaning up incredibly ugly Power Point presentations for the military. But in a moment of epiphany, Helen realized she should use her artistic powers for good instead of evil, and so she quit her lucrative day job to learn how to make dirty pictures and animated cartoons with her computer. No one who knows Helen is surprised by this change in careers.

These days, Helen works at home, happily creating stories and art about whatever sparks her prurient imagination. When she's not writing or drawing, she thinks about sex.

The cartoon above comes from her very funny comic strip series that appear on the blog Adventures of Cynical Woman. The one above is definitely my fave and explains why I get laid so bloody infrequently.

She also runs a writers' website at Erotica by Helen E.H. Madden

Currently, she has an exquisitely filthy short story, The Monster Under the Bed, up at M. Christian's Frequently Felt blog.

Finally, Helen produces some smoking hot podcasts at Heat Flash.

If you have a taste for fantasy erotica, I urge you to satiate your urges by purchasing her new e-book "Demon by Day" at Mojocastle Press.

M. Christian

2008-09-09T21:00:00.002+07:00

Yes, I realize that fawning doesn't suit me, and it isn't dignified, but fuck that. One of my very favourite erotica writers, M. Christian, has a new blog called "Frequently Felt". You can also visit his writer's site at "Imagination with Intelligence is an Erection".

For those of you who have never heard of M. Christian before, you are in for a rare, rare treat because nothing is ever as good as discovering someone whose writing you love and finding out that, surprise of all surprises, this one's still alive. Most of the writers I love I only discovered after they were dead - sometimes a couple of centuries after... so when you run across one that's actually still breathing, it's a very good thing.

As to Mister M. Christian, I quote from his biography "with more than 300 stories in such anthologies as Best American Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Fetish Erotica, and many, many other anthologies, magazines, and Web sites. He is the editor of 20 anthologies including the Best S/M Erotica series, The Burning Pen, Guilty Pleasures, and others. He is the author of the collections Dirty Words, Speaking Parts, The Bachelor Machine, and Filthy; and the novels Running Dry, The Very Bloody Marys, Me2, Brushes, and Painted Doll."

Please check out both his blogs and his books. You won't be disappointed.

Hugs,

rg

The Baptism

2008-09-07T01:00:00.002+07:00

It's been a while since I've posted a story. I just finished off the last of my assignments for my masters so I have no more excuses not to write and post regularly now. In celebration of that, I'd like to offer you...a little light erotic horror.

The Baptism

1870, Annam, French Indochina

The church of Dak Rede was a small wattle-and-plaster affair, perched inconveniently on the crest of a hill, just beyond the reach of the humid clutches of the jungle. Its placement, however, afforded it the cool morning and evening breezes so dismally lacking down in the village below.

The young, recently ordained Jesuit priest surveyed his meagre, apathetic congregation with a sigh. Kissing the surplice in his hands, he draped it over his narrow shoulders. There were only five congregants: two he had bribed to attend with a promise of rice, and one was asleep and snoring, even before Father Jean-Michel had intoned the first few words of the Latin mass.

He'd been sent to the Kon Tum highlands of central Annam, to this poor, insignificant village, to bring the word of Christ to these wretched natives, to save their ignorant souls from eternal damnation. But as far as he could tell, they were all - and he included himself in this - already there.

Click here to read on...

While exploring iTunes: Wormwood

2008-07-22T07:10:00.003+07:00

While poking around on iTunes, I ran across a wonderfully entertaining podcast drama called Wormwood.

Here's their blurb:

Tragedy forced Doctor Xander Crowe down the pathways of the occult and he was forever transformed.
Now, chasing the vision of a drowned woman, Crowe finds himself in the haunted town of Wormwood, where evil lurks in the shadows and stains the souls of its inhabitants.

If you haven't already discovered Wormwood, then you're in for a treat because you get to listen to the whole of the first season in one glorious gulp.

Subscribe to the show at iTunes or go to their website: http://wormwoodshow.com/

For my spanko friends

2008-07-20T10:52:00.004+07:00

I'm really hardly more than an admiring onlooker in the whole spanking thing. But I ran across this Flckr set and thought it really deserved passing on, especially to my spanko friends.

There is something indescribably pleasing about all those ample, ivory-cheeked victims that kind of makes my mouth water. The vintageness of the images also sends me off on flights of fancy.

Midnight at Sheremetyevo Podcasted

2008-07-15T22:07:00.001+07:00

Carrying on with my endeavor to do some podcasting, I've recorded an older erotic vampire story, Midnight at Sheremetyevo.

Podcasted

2008-07-15T08:20:00.003+07:00

Mostly I've been cramming like mad to get through the last semester of my masters, but I've tried this podcasting thing, and have two uploaded for your delectation.

The Central Registry

And

Not About Flowers Part One and Part Two

I think you can also subsscribe to the podcast through iTunes

Anyway, let me know what you think.

Question for the Technically Minded

2008-06-03T18:36:00.002+07:00

Does anyone have a good suggestion for what kind of mic I should buy to do this podcasting stuff?

I would like it to be a headset mic and it definitely needs noise cancellation because there's always either a fan or air-conditioning unit going where I am planning to record my stuff.

I don't mind forking out some money, but I don't want to deal with a mixer and everything. Just something nice and simple. It's not like I'm singing. :-)

Any advice you can offer would be most gratefully accepted.

Podcast?

2008-05-17T15:04:00.002+07:00

Trading Forex Free Poll

Porn for the Blind

2008-04-15T06:24:00.004+07:00

Okay. Don't laugh.

There's a very plain and undecorated site called Porn for the Blind.

They have a function that allows you to make audio recordings describing porn sites and porn video clips.

Although I'm sighted, and not much of a porn consumer, I read about this from Frances Jones, who belongs to my ERWA erotica writers group, and thought I'd pass it on.

I think I'm going to find a porn site and have a go, because I think there's something really beautifully erotic about describing something sexual to someone who can't see it.

I hope you'll catch the spirit and have a go at describing a porn clip as well. The site is http://www.pornfortheblind.org and instructions are there.

I've always been a bit too shy to do podcasts of my stories, but maybe this will get me started!

Hugs,

rg

Cinq Cinquains Amoureux

2008-04-13T19:11:00.001+07:00

I've only just learned about a type of poetry called Cinquains. I'm still trying to get the hang of it, and these are a little rough and ready. But I hope you will, at least have a chuckle.

I.

Baby,

Hungry and proud

Throbbing insistently

Instinct compels me to suck dry

Your cock.

II.

Honey.

Secret, scarlet,

Engorged and weeping wet,

This well needs filling instantly:

Fuck me.

III.

Hunger.

Wanton, juicy

Swell and open, relent

And slip me some of your vixen

Kisses

IV.

Titties.

Glorious pale

Movers, shakers,

Hold still while I lick your cherry-topped

Mountains.

V.

Lover

Always willing

Mending and breaking my heart

Will I notice when you grow tired,

Baby?

Shit! I won something

2008-03-31T19:37:00.002+07:00

Well, sort of. I came in third.

Ages ago, I submitted a story to Cleansheets.com for their Sex and Spirituality Contest. Actually, I completely forgot about it. Certainly no one told me I'd won anything.

So it came as a bit of a surprise when a writer friend told me that I'd won third-place, tied, in the contest. It was sort of a let down, because I didn't actually find out till after the time it is proper to celebrate.

Anyway, I did. I won something.

Woopie.

Like a good mystery?

2008-03-27T19:53:00.003+07:00

How about a rather sexy occult thriller? And how would you like to read it for absolutely free? The author Cliff Burns has his latest novel posted in PDF format on his site, for download. Here's the blurb:

So Dark the Night is, by turns, funny, sexy, terrifying. It is an homage to cult film, TV and books, a bizarre fusion of Raymond Chandler, H.P. Lovecraft and Val Lewton.

I'm about 20 pages into it. The writing is excellent, addictive. Please drop by his site and give it a gander.

Beautiful Desolations: So Dark the Night by Cliff Burns

A bit of Light Classics

2008-03-26T14:52:00.005+07:00

ERWA's theme this month is going to be Religion and Mythology. Having sort of exhausted my reservoir of Catholicism and feeling a little fed-up with my own seriousness, I thought I'd offer up this.

The Other Side

Before Lucrezia Borgia died, she made sure to have a priest at the ready. It was her eighth child and she was pretty sure she wasn't going to make it through this one.

Having committed more sins than she could remember, including murder, incest and, well - too many to remember, actually - she thought it wise to make a full confession and prepare her soul to meet its maker.

Read: The Other Side

The re-write

2008-03-25T14:41:00.003+07:00

Yup, this is probably going to ruffle a few feathers. But "The Splinter" is very important to me. One, because it is probably the most literary thing I've every written. I didn't just vomit all over the page and squeal: Aw! Purty!

Two, because the questions that come up in The Splinter have been haunting me for a long time. No, I'm not anything like Moira, or Simon, or Jacob. But the idea that different people find a way through their existential angst in myriad ways. I chose Catholicism because it's a way I know well. I'm not Catholic, but I do know quite a bit about it, both historically, and in terms of doctrine.

Three, I didn't want to force this into being erotica if that's not the way the story wanted to go. I found myself drifting into lovely, comfy sex, because it was easy to do it, and I'm so used to doing it. I had to pull myself back from that and do a lot of re-writing.

It still has sex in it. I don't know whether it's erotic now. It is to me, but hey, I'm weird.

It's finished, although I still need to do a lot of polishing.

I thought I'd post it in its entirety for those of you who want to bother.

For those of you who have read the first two parts in draft, but don't want to read them again, you probably need to start at Part 3

The Splinter (continued)

2008-03-18T02:23:00.002+07:00

Here is the continuation of The Splinter.

If you've just arrived, you should read Part 1 & Part 2, or this won't make any sense at all.

For continuing readers, here is Part 3. I hope you enjoy it.

Hugs,

rg

New Writing

2008-03-16T17:23:00.005+07:00

I know it's been an awful long time since I posted anything here. I am writing a lot, but not erotica. I'm trying to finish my Masters and it seems that doing both at once is almost impossible.

Still, I had some incentive in recent days, as I'm in the homestretch and have to focus on producing a writing portfolio. So this is the first fiction I've produced in a long while.

This story deals with something that has long intrigued me: the relationship between conservative Catholicism and what some people would label "aberrant" sexuality. (No, it's not about priests and little boys). I'm personally not religious at all, which is probably why faith, in others, fascinates me.

The Splinter - Part 1

Moira Tierney idly touched the small, hard ridge of skin that was the only blemish on her smooth, tanned chest. It was just above and a little to the left of her right breast. Inside the small pocket of scar tissue was a splinter of wood. At first, there had been some concern about infection, but the wound had healed over quickly and completely. Her doctor had told her that, sooner or later, the little piece of foreign matter would work itself out on its own. It never had.

As time went on, any question of having it removed faded from her mind. Past a loveless marriage and three different career moves, through baptisms and confirmations, weddings and funerals, through ten years of grinding boredom as a decent and valued member of her community, that tiny scar served as a reminder. Once, a decade ago, something extraordinary had happened to Moira Tierney.

Read The Splinter - Part 1

Mobile Phone Novels

2008-01-21T23:04:00.000+07:00

I've recently become very interested in the idea of reading serialized novels specially written for mobile phones. With this in mind, I've set up a site called "i-stories" specifically to gather erotic mobile phone novels in English. There is already a huge readership of mobile phone novels in Japan, and China and Korea are also catching on.

I really like the idea of offering someone lascivious little tidbits that they can read on the go, while commuting, or waiting for the elevator, etc. I like the idea of turning people on in inappropriate places. ;-)

Writers of mobile phone novels write short serialized chapters that are easy to read on a phone and although they are called "novels", most of the stories aren't that long. The writers of mobile novels in Japan didn't start out as writers, and I hope that will give you some incentive to come out of the closet, if you've never written before, and have a go at writing some serialized smut.

I'm currently looking for submissions to i-stories, while finding my way around the mobile world. Flashers (stories under 200 words) and longer serialized pieces are what I'm after. I can't afford to pay anything at present, but of course your work will be credited to you and I will link back to your website or blog.

If you are interested in trying this, please email me at remittance_girl@yahoo.com and please put "i-stories" in the subject line.

Flash Fiction: The Unexpected Gift

2007-11-06T22:29:00.001+07:00

The Unexpected Gift.

It happened quite gradually one night. I was working the Christmas Eve shift and getting time-and-a-half.

Back at my desk, after dinner, I got the vague sensation that small creatures were doing gymnastics in my lower gut. I put it down to the beef stroganoff; nothing that needs to be hidden in sour cream can ever be relied upon.

By ten it had mutated into a faint but insistent tingling between my legs. By eleven, it became a persistent ache, like the sharpish throb you get when you’ve almost orgasmed.

On the bus on the way home, watching the dark city slide by, the pain was still there, accompanied by a definite sense that my panties were too tight. I walked from the bus stop to my door swaggering a little.

Alone in my room, I undid my skirt, and looked down. There was a very obvious swelling that, initially, gave me something of a scare. Plump pussy is one thing, but this was ridiculous. Sliding my hand beneath my waistband, I felt around, fearing that I had somehow developed a huge tumour in the space of six hours.

But no. It was a cock.

Thank you, Santa…I think.

Your Erotic Personality

2007-11-01T22:17:00.000+07:00

I took Sage Vivant's Erotic Personality Quiz and discovered I'm a Watcher!

What is your Erotic Personality? Find out now.

This is part of the promo for Sage Vivant's new book "Your Erotic Personality".

Ms Vivant is the rather wonderful person who, along with M. Christian, was nice enough to publish my story "Pipe of Thorns" in their anthology "Garden of the Perverse: Fairy Tales for Twisted Adults"

Very odd indeed.

2007-11-01T21:25:00.000+07:00

For some reason that I can't account for, I've been mentioned in FHM Australia on their site. The quoted an excerpt of my story "Better Left Unsaid".

I followed the link and realized that it led to the main page, which might be a little confusing considering my lack of posts lately, and my recent spate of political commentary.

Anyhow, if you're looking for the story, it's here.

Okay...back to my unassuming life.