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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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.

Friday, June 24, 2016

Me and My Boi Blog Tour--Melissa Mayhew


Today we feature Melissa Mayhew and her story “A Fresh Start,” which begins with the classic situation of a lesbian mechanic working on cars in an English garage, and takes it to unexpectedly moving (and erotic) territory.

Here's what she says in her bio in the book:

MELISSA MAYHEW loves writing romantic and erotic fiction. Her short stories include "Bend Over, Baby 1 & 2" and she has contributed to anthologies including The Mammoth Book of Urban Erotic Confessions. As Goldie Ledbury, she has published a novella, Lone Star Family Values. Melissa lives in Durham, England.


And now the most fun part: an excerpt! (I mean the fun part of this post. The story itself has many parts that are much more fun.)
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The bell on the customer counter rang just as she picked up her mug. Damn. As a small garage, they didn’t have a recep tionist, and anyone who was available went to serve when customers came in.
Wiping her hands on her boiler suit, she walked through to the customer area and saw a look of surprised relief wash across the pretty elfin features of the small brunette who stood waiting. Bob smiled easily. It wasn’t uncommon for female customers to feel intimidated in the largely male environment of the garage, and she often helped to put them at ease.
“Hi. Can I help you?”
The brunette looked sheepishly into her eyes. “I hope so. My car’s making a weird noise. I’ve no idea...” She trailed off.
“Okay. Why don’t you have a seat, and we’ll take a look at it. Do you have the keys?”
“Oh. Yes.” The woman slid a voluminous handbag from her shoulder, and raked through it. Bob laughed. “Looks like you’ve got the kitchen sink in there.”
The woman grimaced. “Just about literally. I’m just moving into the area. Basically, all my worldly goods are in the car, and this bag.”
Bob nodded, thinking how very sexy the woman was, with her smooth, dark hair, soft, curvy figure and small, slender hands.
“You’ve landed a job near here?”
“Uh-huh. Research assistant at the university. I only got the job last week, but they wanted me to start straightaway, so here I am. I’ve had to rent a house I’ve never even seen—some place nearby called Tanfield Village.”
Bob started. “Oh! You must have rented the old Mill House.” The woman’s eyes widened. “How did you—?”
“ESP?”
The woman blushed. “You wouldn’t want to read my mind.” Bob’s eyebrows rose. “No?”
She laughed nervously. “I wouldn’t want to shock you.”
“Sweetheart, that’s highly unlikely.” The endearment came naturally, unexpectedly, and for a moment, the two women looked at each other, a thousand unspoken thoughts swirling between them.
Bob cleared her throat, striving for normality. “I live in Tanfield. It’s a small village, and that’s the only place up for rent just now. It’s a nice house, you’ll like it.”
“Oh! We’ll be neighbours, then?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“In that case I’ll introduce myself. I’m Ellie.”
“Bob. Good to meet you.”
Bob looked into Ellie’s pretty blue eyes and wondered if the
color deepened when she was aroused. She could just imagine peeling off that fluffy little sweater, revealing the rounded curves of Ellie’s breasts, stroking the vulnerable tenderness of her stomach, hearing sighs and groans as her work-hardened hands slid across smooth skin lower to soft, moist warmth. Would she taste as good as she looked? Bob felt her stomach clench at the thought. Hell, she loved the scent and taste of an aroused woman, to bury her head—
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Now for links to all the other posts in this tour, and the book giveaway info.

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--www.facebook.com/gigifrostwww.facebook.com/gigifrost

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 22, 2016

Me and My Boi Blog Tour--D. Orchid

Today’s focus is on writer D. Orchid and her story “Her Gardener’s Boy.”

Here's her bio from the book, and then the post she's written for us.

D. Orchid is a geeky mocha butch with a love of poetry, power dynamics, and stories that take readers to unexpected places alongside characters from every shade of every rainbow. Writing for wanderers at heart, D. explores joy and struggle, freedom and surrender, the sweetness and the darkness of life.

FROM D. ORCHID:

What can I say? I have a thing for femmes. So, my piece - "Her Gardener's Boy" - is like an ode, an extended erotic sonnet to those femmes who boldly climb into the lives of we masculine-of-center types and immediately recognize us on a metaphysical level. It is an exploration of that instant explosive chemistry that only comes about when discovery is still at the tip of our fingers, a fresh taste bursting over our tongues.

This story was also the result of a lot of British television and books, if I recall. I'm not sure if my characters always had accents in my head, but the setting was definitely a quaint, lush English garden with ivy-strewn walls guarding the rear end of a house just like the others on a quiet village street. It seems the least likeliest of places for sex games, but, perhaps because of that fact, the peace and beauty of it helped frame the action in a certain softness that couldn't have come from alternative settings.

As for the characters themselves and their dynamics, I can't pretend I am not influenced by the iconic imagery that came before me. The stubborn tomboy/butch still figuring things out? The sure of herself femme or feminine type whose confidence itself seems crush-worthy, let alone the rest of her? These tropes assert themselves often in my work when queer females are involved. I especially think this piece gives an indirect callback to the first queer film I ever saw - "The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love" - which knitted unexpected class and racial dynamics in with gender dynamics and the general complications of being a teenager realizing one's own romantic and sexual quirks.

For that reason, I hope you find yourself donning a fond smirk as you read along, whether you're meeting someone new within the characters or recognizing someone you know already. Anticipating what might happen next (possibly with a hint of mischievous glee) is always the best part.

You can find out more about me and my published and upcoming works at:
http://d-orchid.com/author/

EXCERPT:

Her eyes slid over my sun-battered face, my t-shirt with a fraying collar, my ankle roll-up-cuffed overalls, and my already-dirty kicks, and her smile never wavered. All she said was: "You look ready to work, boy. Am I correct?"

"Yes, miss." I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin, ready and waiting for orders. It didn't matter that I didn't want to be a real boy. When she was here, this was her garden and I was just her gardener's boy.

"Well then," Aniah said with a gorgeous smirk draped across her lips and a sparkle of fun in her eyes, "about these rose bushes ..."

Her voice and the implicit arrangement she hadn't forgotten or tossed aside sent the swirl of worry and want in my stomach surging up to smack me in the chest, my breath pressing out all at once. "Yes, miss." I nodded, trying to remember to draw new air in and let it out again, tipping my head toward the row of pink flowering bushes near the bench. "Those there?"

"Yes." She pursed her lips as she assessed the bushes and then me again, a curious quirk in her eyebrow that I couldn't quite decipher. "It's a good place to start. I want to see your work up close today."

"Is that so?" I didn't have a hat to tip, but I nodded again, something more like a bow, and stepped aside to allow her to walk up to the bench before I bent to retrieve the gloves and tools I'd brought out from the shed. "A trim then, miss?"

"Yes," she said, as perfect as a painter's model, upright and yet somehow relaxed on the bench with her head tilted to regard the bushes in question. "Make them shapely, like bowls, a bit more rounded."

I went to them and down on my knees beside them, but found myself waiting again for some reason.

"Go ahead. I trust you." She nudged me gently with her toes, her voice soft and encouraging in ways that made warmth swim across my shoulders, knowing her eyes were taking in the curve of my back.

I twisted around to lift my eyes to hers, unsure how to tell her I was grateful that, even after her first year really quite far away, she'd come back to ... be with me this way. It didn't quite feel like play anymore, like when we were children and youths, but I wanted it, needed it, all the same.

Her smile turned knowing, her eyes like crystalized syrup, flashing nature's sweetness at me. "Is there a problem, boy?"

"No, miss." I shook my head. "I'll do it however you like. Whatever you like." Not just these bushes, I meant, though I couldn't explain that all out loud. This garden, or me, or the world. In that moment, I might have meant them all.

"Yes." She nodded, a more serious and thoughtful expression on her face than I'd seen before, her voice still soft but firmer somehow, as if she'd considered this all a long time ago. "However I like and whatever I like."

My heart skidded with her eyes on me like that and even fully clothed, I felt like my skin was bare to her eyes. The stirring summer wind wasn't enough to cool the fire she left burning there.

"Now get to it, boy. We'll talk later."

Work first, I knew that, and I lowered my eyes respectfully. "Yes, miss."

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Now for links to all the other posts in this tour, and the book giveaway info.

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--www.facebook.com/gigifrostwww.facebook.com/gigifrost

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.








Sunday, June 19, 2016

Me and My Boi Blog Tour--J. Caladine


J. Caladine lives, writes and has interesting adventures in California’s Bay Area. She hopes her story turns you on, and that you do something about it.

She says of her story “Dynamic Duo” that "unlike my other published work, which is mostly fiction, this story is mostly just a description of an actual experience. I saw the call for submissions a very short time after it occurred, and just wrote it out. When I finished the first draft, I shared it with the girl involved, and she gave me a couple of edits for accuracy :) It was fun to extend the life of the experience by writing about it...hope you enjoy it!"

“Interesting adventures” is an understatement. If you’ve ever doubted (as I have) that online dating systems can lead to dynamic, superbly satisfying encounters, J. Caladine blows those doubts out of the water.

Here’s a brief excerpt from “Dynamic Duo”
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The online dating site system sent me her profile as a match on the very first day. Her profile picture is a high-femme glam shot. I don’t usually take that bait, but she looked like she was having a lot of fun, so I clicked. There were more pictures: gamine, shy, sexy librarian. That’s bait I can’t resist, so I read her profile. She said she was looking for people who are masculine-of-center and top-of-center: girls who are boys. Maybe that match system was onto something.
That’s me right through. So I messaged her and invited her to check out my profile. What she found there was a picture of my best Italian, shiny, black, monk strap dress shoes, and the information that I am a confident butch top seeking femme play partners who need spanking. She wrote back, “This could work,” and asked for my picture.
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Don’t you want to see for yourself  how very well it worked?

Here’s the list of links to all the posts in this Blog Tour, and details on how to enter the drawing for 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--www.facebook.com/gigifrost

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 14, 2016

Me and My Boi Blog Tour--Anna Watson

Today on the Blog Tour we have Anna Watson's insights regarding her story “Cricket.” Each of Anna’s many stories is a gem, so search them out whenever you can.
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I used to see the dyke owner/chef of a local restaurant walking to work. She wore a checkered chef’s jacket, and was usually toting a bag of produce. I liked to think about her mulling over dessert options and ideas for the edgy entrees the restaurant was known for. All that lesbo food power was a turn on, for sure, and I always loved to see her striding along.

One time, I was in a group of straight people, and one of the women started talking about the dyke’s restaurant, “You know, the one owned by that funny little woman.” I was struck dumb by the difference between how I saw the owner and how this straight woman saw her. Queer sexuality and power erased entirely with the phrase “funny little”.

Cricket was born from this experience, and also from all the time I spent in Missoula, MT, where the story is set. Also, a little, by my mother, who has always walked her own path and is certainly a character who could be seen as a funny little woman (witness her life-long habit of safety-pinning her blouses exactly between the top and second button, for example) but who had a powerhouse career as an eminant archeologist, knows more about pretty much everything than just about anyone, and is super sexy in her own quirky way.

And then, of course, what could be hotter than finding an extremely willing diamond in the rough, just when you were least expecting it?

“What a funny little woman,” said my co-worker.
I looked up from my computer to see our 10 o’clock in the parking lot, a client I hadn’t met before. She was getting out of an old, dark blue Chevy Impala, a real granddad car. She opened the back door, took out a small leather briefcase, then checked twice that the doors were locked before making her way over to our law office. Her movements were precise and purposeful and she held herself stiffly upright, carrying the briefcase almost reverently. As she reached the door, Arvid, the senior partner, came rushing out to greet her, ushering her quickly into his inner sanctum with just a quick command of, “Coffee!” over his shoulder.
I knocked and brought in the tray. Arvid introduced me to Heloise Taylor, saying that her mother had died suddenly and that they were discussing the will. I murmured my sympathies as I set out the coffee things.

Heloise was the sole survivor, the last of her family. She and her mother had lived together, and it was obvious that Heloise was in shock at her mother’s death. Still, she was completely present at the table, paying close attention to everything Arvid was saying. It was almost as if, even in the depths of her grief – especially in the depths of her grief – she wanted to show us how well she was caring for her mother.
The will had a few minor complications, nothing serious, but Heloise did have to come in several times after that first appointment. She always came alone. I always sat in. I wished there had been someone we could call to help her, a niece or a cousin, but she kept saying that there was no one and that she was fine. The last time she came in, she waited until Arvid had left the room, then stood to shake my hand.
“Thank you for your help, Tiffany. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”
I watched out the window as she made her way to her car. She was wearing the same clothes she’d worn for the first appointment, when my co-worker had called her a funny little woman. I wondered if they had been her mother’s clothes, or something her mother chose for her: beige polyester elastic-waisted slacks in a large check, circa 1975, a turquoise sweater set, black lace-up old lady shoes with white athletic anklets. I could see what was so amusing, of course, but Heloise had her own dignity. And it was her dignity that I had been noticing. And another thing. I was pretty sure that her short graying hair had been cut by a barber.




Anna Watson is a married, old-school femme who queers suburbia west of Boston and who has been writing about butch/femme sexuality for over 20 years. This story is for neighborhood characters and funny little women everywhere. You are gorgeous, sexy, fabulous. Show me. I want to see.
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Links to the complete Blog Tour, and book giveaway details:

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— http://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--www.facebook.com/gigifrostwww.facebook.com/gigifrost

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.



Sunday, June 12, 2016

Me and My Boi: Blog Tour and Book Giveaway

Me and My Boi: Queer Erotic Stories
Edited by Sacchi Green for Cleis Press
http://www.amazon.com/Me-My-Boi-Erotic-Stories/dp/1627781218/ref=sr_1_5_twi_pap_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1463875520&sr=1-5&keywords=sacchi+green



Oh, Me and My Boi, it feels like we’ve been swimming upstream together forever! It’s actually been somewhat less than three years since I had my anthology proposal accepted, with some tweaking of the title. I don’t even remember my original attempt, except that it had the term “butch” in it. I was told that the young staff in the publisher’s office insisted that nobody used that term any more, and everybody said “boi,” so even though I knew that my old-guard friends still said “butch,” and that “boi” by no means denotes the exactly same concept, I had no choice but to concede the point. Still, the title has kind of grown on me in the two years since I turned in the manuscript, and after all the inevitable delays and complications that went with the publisher preparing to retire and sell the business, and the new owner sorting things out, here we are! We have a book! And it’s well worth the wait.

This blog tour will run from today, June 12th, to July 1st, with every writer and story featured for a day. The list of links and dates comes at the end of this post, along with information about the drawing for a free copy of the book. Some writers will be posting on their own sites, some will send me their posts to include here, and for those few with looming deadlines or other circumstances leaving them no time, I’ll post their bios and excerpts from their stories.

As I say in my introduction, this book is a celebration of all things boi, butch, masculine-of-center, in those who include lesbian as a part of their identities. These are stories of people we love, and people we are, who put their own personal spins on the gender spectrum. Bois who like girls, bois who like bois, bois who like both; those who don’t label themselves boi or butch at all but can’t stand to wear a skirt; screw-the-binary free spirits of many flavors. Cool bois, hot bois, swaggering bois, shy bois, leather bois, flannel bois, butch daddies, and the femmes and mommas and tops and bottoms and even girls next door who wouldn’t have them any other way.
Writers always blow me away with the variety in their stories, and the twenty here are no exception. Some are from a boi’s point of view, some from a femme’s, some from a seasoned butch’s. Some deal with youthful self-discovery and others with finding your inner butch later in life. The settings range from a charming English garden and an equally charming (if greasy) English car-repair garage, to a racing sailboat, to quiet forests and rushing cities and dimly-lit bedrooms where the rest of the world might as well not exist. A couple of pieces take us back through time to a Regency drawing room and an old-school, pre-Stonewall lesbian blue collar bar, but most could be taking place just yesterday, or today, or tomorrow.
 And, of course, all these stories give us a charge of steamy, explicit sex that develops naturally out of all the elements in the story. The action may be kinky, or hard-edged, or sweet, or passionately emotional—or even blends of those that you wouldn’t have thought possible—but whatever turns you on, or cuts deep, or sparks your wildest fantasies, if these writers don’t push the buttons you already have, maybe they’ll hook you up with some new ones. Gender has no boundaries, and neither does lust.

Here’s an excerpt from my own piece in the book:

Gargoyle Lovers                                                                                          
Sacchi Green

 “I’m siingin’ in the raaiin…” But that song was from the wrong Gene Kelly movie, and it wasn’t quite raining, and I was only whistling. My speaking voice gets me by, but singing blows the whole presentation.
Hal glanced down, her face stern in that exaggerated way that makes me tingle in just the right places. I shoved my hands into my pockets, skipped a step or two, and knew she felt as good as I did. Hal’s hardly the type to dance through the Paris streets like Gene Kelly, especially across square cobblestones, but there was a certain lilt to her gait.
Or maybe a swagger. “That pretty-boy waiter was all over you,” I said slyly. A gay guy making a pass always makes her day. “And giving me dirty looks every chance he got!”
“Lucky for you I’m not cruising for pretty boys, then. But don’t give me too much lip or I might change my mind.”
I couldn’t quite manage penitence, but at least I knew better than to remind her that she already had a pretty boy, for better or worse. Still, some punishment games would be a fine end to the evening. Last night we’d been too jetlagged to take proper advantage of the Parisian atmosphere. “That Maitre D with a beak like a gargoyle was sure eyeing me, too, especially from behind.” I gave another little skip.
Hal ignored the bait. “Thought you’d had your fill of gargoyles today.” A cathedral wouldn’t have been her first choice for honeymoon sightseeing, but the mini-balcony of our rental apartment had a stupendous view of Notre-Dame de Paris. I’d oohed and ahhed about gargoyles over our croissants and café-au-lait, so she’d humored me and we’d taken the tour.


Now for the links. I’m looking forward to seeing what these terrific writers have to say.

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--www.facebook.com/gigifrostwww.facebook.com/gigifrost

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 5th, if not sooner.