Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Random Thoughts II


  • I just googled 'broke ass bitch' without even thinking about why.  I think my subconscious has Tourette's.
  • Has a soccer player ever scored a goal, shrugged, then jogged nonchalantly back into defensive formation?
  • Starting to wonder how the fuck I failed to vacation in a place called Hedonism before I went and got knocked up.  Optimistically...when can I get my body back post-baby, and schedule a trip to a place called Hedonism?
  • I think I'm using too many exclamation points lately.  Even when I'm happy, I'm not 'peppy'.  We need punctuation that conveys quiet satisfaction; we're overdue.
  • Basketball's the only sport that can be reliably thrown by nefarious gangsters for gambling purposes, but everytime I watch an NBA team featuring either a prominent team or star, I come away thinking that the league is the one fixing the games.  
  • At this point, I think everyone's afraid to tell Nicki Minaj no, so we all have to hope for the best.  It worked out for Lady Gaga until she made that god-awful country-sounding song.  Nobody's heard from her since; let that be a lesson to you, Nicki.  Or not, it's cool...either way.  
  • Does Stevie Wonder resent that the only time he comes up in rap songs, it's an analogy to how blind somebody is?
  • That song "The Greatest Love of All" by Whitney Houston is stupid.  Who the fuck doesn't know that the children are, by virtue of becoming adults, "the future"?  And then she says the greatest love of all is the ability to love herself?  Narcissistic cokehead.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Weekend Getaway


So this weekend I went to San Antonio with my boyfriend.  It was our chance to get away together- just the two of us- before the baby comes and while I still have energy to have fun.  We've both been so busy, and when we haven't been busy, we've been with friends and family a lot.  So this was my idea, and I have to say it was a good one.
 Our hotel, thanks to Priceline.com :)

San Antonio is about 4.5 hours south of where we live, and we picked the perfect time of year to go.  All three days were cloudless and warm.  I love the feel of the city, it's very diverse and laid back.  

Our hotel was right on the riverwalk, which is a continuous string of restaurants, bars, and shops along both sides of the San Antonio river downtown.  I took the pic below from a tour boat.




Here's a better pic, that captures the feel of the riverwalk at night, but I didn't take this one. 

If only all of my ideas were this good.  We had a great time together, got closer (and how wonderful to find out that's possible!), and I really didn't want to come back home when it was time to leave.  He has family there, and I love the city, so down the road, who knows?  Maybe I'd like to live down there.  Between San Antonio and Austin, I can definitely say that I like that part of the state more than the area I live in.  It's so different there.  


Wednesday, March 21, 2012

First Nesting


The first nesting in my house was not done by the actual pregnant person whose urge is to nest!  

I got home and my wonderful man had put the first coat on the walls of the baby's room.  I didn't even ask.  He just took the color I picked a few days ago, bought the paint, and fucking did it!  He's not even here, so I discovered it on my own.

I'd put up a picture, but...well you know...it's just a first coat, and therefore looks a little sloppy still.

YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU!! NOT CRITICIZING!!

But ya- pics of the bad ass color I selected will be made available...once the trim gets painted.  :)


In all seriousness...home is wherever I'm with you, baby.


Okay, end of sappy message.  I won't do this all the time everyone, I promise!  But I just had to give him his props.  I'm so excited and surprised.

Back to sex stories and fun in the next blog entry, I promise. ;)

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

New Things: Now and Later


In the month since I last posted, I was able to complete that story I hinted at- which most of you are well aware of, called The Fall of the Chateau Glissant.  It's in six parts, so the link sends you to the first one.

It's by far the longest, and I can definitely say, best, piece of writing I've ever done.  All together, it's novella-length, and therefore, kind of a commitment, but I hope you'll give it a shot. It's got a quick pace and plenty of action.


I also just had my six month appointment and check-up.  All is well, and so I'm now just 3 months away from being a mom.  It still blows my mind.  

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PERSONALITIES AND STORIES WORTH KNOWING

I want to take this time to shine a little light on a few people and their work over at Lush Stories.

Let's start with Frank Lee, a very talented writer, poet, and great guy.  I'm just beginning to delve into his work myself, but I suggest going straight to Diaphanous Siren, a story that took my breath away, and then exploring a deep catalogue of sensual poems from there.  His blog is also linked from the right-hand margin. 
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Cocokisses has several captivating stories of group sex and swinging; of couples and singles living life on the wild side.  There's more than a touch of autobiographical flair to her work; and it's up to all of our imaginations to imagine the real from the fiction.  Either way, it reaches out and grabs you.  And as always, if you take the time to read, then take another thirty seconds to leave a comment.  All writers will appreciate it more than you know.  


SITTING has woven an 11-party series, titled Sex Money (link goes to chapter one) which has gotten a lot of well-deserved attention, and I feel it deserves a little more.  Her characters are richly developed, and if you give the first chapter a shot, you'll likely find yourself sucked into the whole series, and will be glad you do.  

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And from some other aforementioned and/or well-known writers:

Sprite added an amazing story to her Blondie series, Blondie and the Dancing Dead, and it just might be my personal favorite of all her stories.  Stephanie, in collaboration with Mazza, wrote The Client on the Sixth Floor, which has since been awarded with a coveted Editor's Pick. ArtMan's series Tuck's American Road Trip is picking up speed now, with five quality installments, all filled with twists, turns, and unexpected erotic fun.  

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.  There's a wealth of talent out there in the world of Erotic Fiction, and my only goal is to give what meager exposure I can from this space.  Let me know if I left anything worth mentioning out, and I'll get it up immediately.  Otherwise, maybe I've mentioned one you haven't read; in which case, give it a shot.