Reaching Out from a Mind as Dirty as All Outdoors

If you get lucky enough, I might post adult-only material from time to time, so be 18 or over, or please be elsewhere.

I'll be discussing erotica here, the writing of it and the people who write it, as well as what we've written. I find all these aspects stimulating, but if any of them bore you, feel free to skim. You never know what you might miss, though.




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Thursday, August 11, 2016

I'm Up on AfterEllen!

Hey, I just discovered, accidentally, that an interview with me was posted on AfterEllen yesterday! I mean, I knew I'd been interviewed, but had no idea when it would appear. I talk about writing erotica in general, the importance of LGBTQ+ erotica, what I look for in submissions to my anthologies, and how I've seen lesbian erotica change (and not change) over several decades. Go on over and check it out! (I happened to notice an unusual number of hits on my blog, and looked to see where they were coming from, so that's how I found out that the interview had gone "live", for certain values of "live."

http://www.afterellen.com/books/498493-sacchi-green-knows-good-lesbian-sex-writing

For folks who come here from the link on AfterEllen--sorry I wasn't ready for you yesterday--here are links to a couple of my free stories posted on this blog over the years. There are are more, too, if you have the patience to scroll wayyyyy down, you'll find some.  There are also posts on writing and publishing, Yeah, I know, somebody who can organize a story and whole anthologies should be able to organize her blog better, but, well, maybe one of these days.

http://sacchi-green.blogspot.com/2011/04/bonus-lesbian-cop-story.html

http://sacchi-green.blogspot.com/2014/02/free-lesbian-ice-skating-erotica.html



Monday, July 25, 2016

A Goodreads Giveaway for Me and My Boi

Another chance to win a copy.

https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/195966-me-and-my-boi-queer-erotic-stories

Go on over and sign up!

And if you're interested in a copy for honest reviewing purposes, get in touch with me here (check back for my response), or at sacchigreen.gmail.com, or by Private Message on Facebook. I have a few available.


Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Giveaway for Goldie Winner Through the Hourglass: Lesbian Historical Romance



Celebratory Giveaway for our Golden Crown Literary Society winner Through The Hourglass! Leave a comment here to be entered to win a copy of the ebook (in epub, mobi, or pdf) AND your choice of one of my other anthologies.  You can also enter for another chance over on my Facebook page: www.facebook.com/sacchi.green.

Liz McMullen is running a giveaway for this book, too, with her other winner included. Go check that out! The drawing ends on July 20th.



Thursday, June 30, 2016

Me and My Boi Blog Tour-Kathleen Tudor

This last stop on our Blog Tour will leave you wanting more, especially more of Kathleen Tudor’s story “Dancing Boi”.

Here’s what Kathleen says about herself:

KATHLEEN TUDOR hides out in the wilds of California with her spouse and their favorite monkey. Her wicked words have broken down the doors to presses like Cleis, Mischief HarperCollins, Xcite and more. If you see her, please contact polykathleen@gmail.com. Keep an eye on KathleenTudor.com for updates on her antics.

And here’s a simmering excerpt from “Dancing Boi”, which begins with a bachelorette party at a strip club, but gyrates into much more intense and personal territory:
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My amused smile froze on my face as the lights dimmed, the dancers filed toward the end of the stage, and a spotlight lit up a small space in the back. The woman who stepped out was exactly my type.
My mouth went dry and my hand closed on the cold drink. I instinctively took a huge slug, wincing as the tequila burned down my throat, leaving me drier than ever and a little dizzy.
The music started and she slunk onto the stage in a seductive dance, her hips twisting and swirling in lazy figure eights. My clit twinged and I shifted in my seat, wanting to whimper or moan. But that would have been a mistake, because except for the steady beat of the music, the room had fallen dead silent and all eyes were on her.
Like an angel, she drifted across the stage, her eyes sweet and coy while her body screamed sex. Her curves were nothing but woman, but there was something about her that nonethe- less whispered to me of something else. It was in the set of her jaw, maybe, or the secrets behind her eyes. In was in her short- trimmed, unvarnished nails and her closely shorn hair, not so unusual in a woman these days, but...together, those things all spoke to me.
My free hand rested in my lap, my nails digging into my palm as I tried to keep my face relaxed and my gaze noncha- lant. She started to peel away the layers of her costume, each one revealing tracts of creamy-smooth skin until—glory be!—she was completely bare but for a tiny thong, her body gyrating with the intensifying music. Men were on their feet near the front of the stage, bills waving in the air, and the lights came up as she stepped forward to accept their tribute. Other dancers filed onto the stage, already pared down to the panties and heels, and took up stations at the poles on either side of my dream boi’s center- stage act.
That was when Tara pulled out the wad of ones and dumped them on the table. “I’ve got a prize for you guys! Everyone who puts a dollar in one of those strippers’ thongs gets her name in the hat! Go on! Do it!” She shoved the money toward the center of the table, and a few giggling women snatched up their bills and headed for the stage, their dollars waving in the air like banners.
I felt rooted in place, but Tara hadn’t forgotten me, and she seemed determined to “help me out of my shell” as she’d put it earlier in the night. She pushed a small handful of ones into my hand and practically shoved me out of my chair. “Go!”
I stumbled to my feet and headed to the center stage without a conscious decision to do so, my feet carrying me toward the goddess whose worshippers had begun to disperse. She saw me coming and her eyes sparkled as she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled toward the edge of the stage nearest me.
“You’re not one of those chicks who comes here on a dare,” she said in a throaty murmur, eyes flicking to the hens and back to me.
I folded one dollar and stuffed it in her mouth, learning forward. “And I know what you are, too,” I ventured, my voice sounding bold and confident even as my thudding heart threatened to drown it out. She raised her eyebrows in challenge and I leaned toward her, our shoulders close enough to brush as I tucked the rest of the bills into the side of her thong. “You’re a naughty little boi all dressed up like a slut,” I whispered for her ears only.
I heard her sharp intake of breath, and as I pulled back, her mouth fell slightly open and the dollar fluttered to the stage. “Yes, Ma’am,” she said. I reached to ruffle her hair, my mind’s eye seeing how the pixie-like lengths would look gelled into masculine spikes, and backed away. She waited there, kneeling with her eyes downcast, until I’d returned to the table.
Tara was laughing and clapping as the rest of the hens and I returned to the roost. She’d been busy, and scraps of folded white paper littered the table. She scooped them up, mixed them, dumped them and plucked one from the top.
“Megan, you win!” she exclaimed, and from her oversized purse she pulled an oversized rubber cock and handed it straight to me.
Oh, for god’s sake!
I glanced past her, back toward the stage, but my naughty little boi in girl’s panties was gone. It was probably for the best.
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Want to read the rest? At the end of this list of links for the whole blog tour you’ll find information on entering for a chance to win a free copy of the book.

Me and My Boi Blog Tour Links

June 12—Sacchi Green— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 13—Annabeth Leong--http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/2016/06/me-and-my-boi-not-just-hair.html

June 14—Anna Watson— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 15—Sinclair Sexsmith-- www.sugarbutch.net

June 16—Jove Belle-- https://jovebelle.com/

June 17—Tamsin Flowers-- www.tamsinflowers.com

June 18—Victoria Villasenor— https://breywillows.com

June 19—J, Caladine—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 20—Victoria Janssen-- http://victoriajanssen.com

June 21—Dena Hankins--  http://denahankins.net/my-summer-of-boi/

June 22—D. Orchid—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 23—Pavini Moray-- https://emancipatingsexuality.com/

June 24—Melissa Mayhew—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 25—Jen Cross— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 26—Kyle Jones-- http://www.butchtastic.net/2016/06/blog-tour-for-me-and-my-boi/ 

June 27—Gigi Frost--https://www.facebook.com/notes/gigi-frost/book-give-away-and-blog-tour-me-and-my-boi/10155505162268084

June 28—Aimee Hermann— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 29—Sommer Marsden— http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com

June 30—Axa Lee—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

July 1— Kathleen Tudor— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

BOOK GIVEAWAY

Anyone who comments on any of the posts will be entered in a drawing for one free copy of the anthology. You can comment on more than one post and be entered more than once. The winner will be announced and notified by July 5, if not sooner.



Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Me and My Boi Blog Tour-Axa Lee


Axa Lee calls herself an erotica-writing Michigan farm girl who grazes cattle in her yard and herds incorrigible poultry with a cowardly dog. She’s written since her grandmother had to spell the words for her. Other work appears in Shameless Behavior and Dirty Little Numbers, published by Go Deeper Press.

If anyone can work fence posts into erotica, it’s a Michigan farm girl. This excerpt from Axa Lee’s “Welder Boi” does the trick:
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With a sharp nod of her head, she tipped the welding helmet over her eyes and sparked her rod.
I love watching her weld. She ties that bandana around her cropped blonde hair, tips that helmet down with a sharp motion of her chin, her spark ignites, and she’s nothing but liquid flame. She’s an artist, a true creative. Though she laughs when I tell her this and says she’s only welding fence posts.
Sweat drips down her back beneath the leather protective gear, her arms are veined and strong beneath those heavy gloves, her leather boots with the steel toes peeking through... there’s just nothing that isn’t sexy.
She comes to me later, stripped down to her white wife- beater and favorite battered jeans that ride low-slung across her narrow hips, so worn they’re as soft as a T-shirt, her muscular chest almost as flat as a boy’s, a real boy’s. She’s not one for labels and laughed when I told her what hers was, then pulled me across her lap and kissed me, the scent of steel and fire wafting between us.
There’s always a tang of fire in her hair, a breath of metal about her, as if she took the elements of her craft into herself and continued to exude them. Or was made of them all along.
She doesn’t believe in feng shui or astrology, so when I talk to her of elements, of water signs and fire signs, of dragons, wood or Taurus, she rolls her eyes and lets her beer bottle dangle between her fingertips.
“Dialing psychic hotline, Crazy speaking.” She holds her fingers like a phone, thumb to ear and pinkie to mouth.
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Me and My Boi Blog Tour Links and Book Giveaway:

June 12—Sacchi Green— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 13—Annabeth Leong-- http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/2016/06/me-and-my-boi-not-just-hair.html

June 14—Anna Watson— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 15—Sinclair Sexsmith-- www.sugarbutch.net

June 16—Jove Belle-- https://jovebelle.com/

June 17—Tamsin Flowers-- www.tamsinflowers.com

June 18—Victoria Villasenor— https://breywillows.com

June 19—J, Caladine—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 20—Victoria Janssen-- http://victoriajanssen.com

June 21—Dena Hankins--  http://denahankins.net/my-summer-of-boi/

June 22—D. Orchid—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 23—Pavini Moray-- https://emancipatingsexuality.com/ 

June 24—Melissa Mayhew—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 25—Jen Cross— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 26—Kyle Jones-- http://www.butchtastic.net/2016/06/blog-tour-for-me-and-my-boi/ 

June 27—Gigi Frost--https://www.facebook.com/notes/gigi-frost/book-give-away-and-blog-tour-me-and-my-boi/10155505162268084

June 28—Aimee Hermann— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 29—Sommer Marsden— http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com 

June 30—Axa Lee—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

July 1— Kathleen Tudor— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

BOOK GIVEAWAY

Anyone who comments on any of the posts will be entered in a drawing for one free copy of the anthology. You can comment on more than one post and be entered more than once. The winner will be announced and notified by July 5, if not sooner.


Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Me and My Boi Blog Tour-Aimee Herman

Today we focus on the distinctive voice of Aimee Herman. In her own words, she’s
 “a Brooklyn writer looking to disembowel the architecture of gender, bodies  and what it means to be queer. Find Aimee’s poems in Troubling the Line: Trans and Genderqueer Poetry and Poetics (Nightboat Books), in the full- length collection, to go without blinking (BlazeVOX books) and at aimeeherman.wordpress.com.”

Aimee also has her own idiosyncratic way with the architecture of prose, as you’ll see in this excerpt from her story “Bike Pedal. Empanadas. And Whiskey.”
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 Bike Pedal. Empanadas. And Whiskey.

I am going to try to find an adjective. One I’ve never used before, which may be difficult since I tend to use the same ones. And for the purpose of our conversation, I will call this person I’m trying to describe Q. I am going to need you to get comfortable. Order your drink now, so that when you take your last sip, the waiter will already know what you want and there will be no interruption. What’s that? Yes, it is quite loud in here, but this seemed like the best table and I do like the ambiance. Thickly painted women stuck inside these giant canvases. That one over there. Look. That one’s cleavage looks as though it’s a spill from the neck down. Don’t you think? Okay, good. You’ve got your whiskey and I’ve got mine.
The start of this isn’t so romantic. I was in a bike shop in Brooklyn on Franklin Avenue. Yes, that new one. And I was with my lover who had a busted pedal and needed a replace- ment. Inhale for a moment. Oh, take your sip and then inhale. Yes. Imagine this shop with scents of tires and oil. Now breathe in deeper because my lover interrupted these smells with his face. He still reeked of my cunt. He hadn’t brought his cock the night before when he came over, so he preferred to leave his clothes on. I was able to persuade him out of his pants and I imagined his cock into me. I was nude as I often am when I am home. He lifted me and I wrapped my thighs around him as though my legs were fan blades whipping at his hips. He didn’t throw me onto the bed; this isn’t a movie. It was a careful drop. He did not take the time to kiss my inner thighs or my belly or even my mouth. He just sucked out the sweat of my bush and dug his tongue into me.
Damn, this whiskey is good. I don’t even want to be gentle with it, you know? Where was I? So, we are in the bike shop. He is talking to the mechanic about his pedal, asking him to look at the alignment as well. I was walking around, my cunt still sore, wishing we hadn’t left my apartment, and then I saw Q. Here is where the proper adjective has to come into play. Imagine a mellifluous voice. And face. And...well, everything. Are you with me? Do you see this? Can you picture this? Okay. This isn’t Q. This one was more like aluminum. You know when you messily remove the metallic-like casing on the top of a wine bottle? It’s a bit sharp. It bends, but it can also cut. This is Q. There was no melody or rhythm to Q’s face. It was more like grit.
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Intrigued? Confused? When you get to read the whole story, fasten your seat belts!

Me and My Boi Blog Tour Links

June 12—Sacchi Green— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 13—Annabeth Leong-- http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/2016/06/me-and-my-boi-not-just-hair.html

June 14—Anna Watson— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 15—Sinclair Sexsmith-- www.sugarbutch.net

June 16—Jove Belle-- https://jovebelle.com/

June 17—Tamsin Flowers-- www.tamsinflowers.com

June 18—Victoria Villasenor— https://breywillows.com

June 19—J, Caladine—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 20—Victoria Janssen-- http://victoriajanssen.com

June 21—Dena Hankins--  http://denahankins.net/my-summer-of-boi/

June 22—D. Orchid—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 23—Pavini Moray-- https://emancipatingsexuality.com/ 

June 24—Melissa Mayhew—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 25—Jen Cross— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 26—Kyle Jones-- http://www.butchtastic.net/2016/06/blog-tour-for-me-and-my-boi/

June 27—Gigi Frost--https://www.facebook.com/notes/gigi-frost/book-give-away-and-blog-tour-me-and-my-boi/10155505162268084

June 28—Aimee Hermann— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 29—Sommer Marsden— http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com

June 30—Axa Lee—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

July 1— Kathleen Tudor— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

BOOK GIVEAWAY

Anyone who comments on any of the posts will be entered in a drawing for one free copy of the anthology. You can comment on more than one post and be entered more than once. The winner will be announced and notified by July 5, if not sooner.



Saturday, June 25, 2016

Me and My Boi Blog Tour--Jen Cross


Jen’ Cross’s “Hot Pants” is a gritty gem, set in a lesbian working-class bar way back in the times that Leslie Feinberg wrote about in Stone Butch Blues. Hot and intense all the way through, sex spiked with sorrow, the atmosphere shimmers with lust and conflict and characters you feel are real.

Here’s what Jen tells us in her bio:

JEN CROSS’s (writingourselveswhole.org) writing appears in a plethora of publications, including Women in Lust, Nobody Passes, Gotta Have It and many more. She’s toured nationally with the Body Heat Femme Porn Tour, and facilitates erotic and trauma survivors writing workshops in Oakland and around the country.

And here’s an excerpt from what Jen tells us in this outstanding story:
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Hot Pants

When I think of lust, I think of four-inch Mary Jane platforms, all black patent leather and white piping tracing the edges, being worn by a girl with the longest damn legs you ever saw—calves that curved around, butter smooth, settled over with a fine layer of gold hair, thighs like the long thunder rolling through a hot July night, and the tightest pair of hot pants you ever did see, cupped like not even second skin but first around her fleshy rump. The kinda girl who her friends say (the sharp, skinny ones at least) shouldn’t exactly be wearing hot pants anyway cuz look at how her butt keeps pushing out from under the shimmery material, all sweet and jiggly and needing just and exactly the sort of attention I could be giving to it. Yeah, these cold nights up here in Detroit when the steam heat’s not working right and I can hardly get the damn stove going hot enough to put some warmth into my too-tight studio, all I can do is think on Shirleen in those near-carnivorous hot pants, and how she let me in ’em just that one Christmas before I left.

Near the whole time I’d been in Atlanta, Shirleen’s butt had been firmly planted in the stony possession of her butch, Zeke. They’d been together far back as anyone I’d met could remember, and still she’d suddenly gaze at Z, turn those big dark-green pools onto Zeke’s tired, sweltery face with the kind of need that you’d expect to see from newlyweds, or really skillful whores, maybe. Zeke’d sling an arm across Shirleen’s soft, broad shoul- ders, cop a long, possessive feel, lock eyes with one butch or another, whoever she though maybe had been taking one too many tequila-glazed trips up and down Shirl’s impossibly long gams, and more often than not it’d be me Zeke’d be glaring at. Then she’d drain her beer, stand up, reach back for her girl and whisk Shirleen out to her Harley, with a sharp crack on the butt and a Well, then, come on, girl—let’s get to it. Shirleen’d grin wide and proud and I’d sometimes think I could smell her ache all the way across the smoky flats of the bar: somethin’ steamy and pungent and wet and quick as sea spray tracing its long, lingering way over beach grass back home.


The night they broke up was epic, the kinda tale that gets told at dyke bars for years, gets passed off as “Lesbian Herstory” when it’s actually just plain pain and sorrow and shamefaced loss.
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Wow. Give me a minute or two. Okay, here’s the list of links to the other posts in this tour, and info on entering the book giveaway:

Me and My Boi Blog Tour Links

June 12—Sacchi Green— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 13—Annabeth Leong-- http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/2016/06/me-and-my-boi-not-just-hair.html

June 14—Anna Watson— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 15—Sinclair Sexsmith-- www.sugarbutch.net

June 16—Jove Belle-- https://jovebelle.com/

June 17—Tamsin Flowers-- www.tamsinflowers.com

June 18—Victoria Villasenor—http://victoriajanssen.com

June 19—J, Caladine—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 20—Victoria Janssen-- http://victoriajanssen.com

June 21—Dena Hankins--  http://denahankins.net/my-summer-of-boi/

June 22—D. Orchid—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 23—Pavini Moray-- https://emancipatingsexuality.com/

June 24—Melissa Mayhew—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 25—Jen Cross— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 26—Kyle Jones-- http://www.butchtastic.net/2016/06/blog-tour-for-me-and-my-boi/ 

June 27—Gigi Frost--https://www.facebook.com/notes/gigi-frost/book-give-away-and-blog-tour-me-and-my-boi/10155505162268084

June 28—Aimee Hermann— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 29—Sommer Marsden— http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com

June 30—Axa Lee—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

July 1— Kathleen Tudor— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

BOOK GIVEAWAY

Anyone who comments on any of the posts will be entered in a drawing for one free copy of the anthology. You can comment on more than one post and be entered more than once. The winner will be announced and notified by July 5, if not sooner.