Best Lesbian Erotica v. 3 Blog Tour: Scout Rhodes and “Morning Fog.”
The bio Scout Rhodes provided for this book is brief:
“Scout Rhodes is a middle-aged butch farmer who lives in western Massachusetts. She is a writer, an illustrator, and a book designer. Her butch paramour lives in San Francisco.”
All perfectly fine. But someone who knows her very well helped to write a more extensive description of Scout for this blog, one that gives us added insight regarding the story as well as showing how much of the author herself is embedded in it.
Here’s the special expanded version:
“Scout Rhodes is a silver fox butch who lives with her sheep and a gang of cats on an old farm in the rolling hills of western Massachusetts. Scout’s first love is illustrating; however, writing is a close second. She and her long-distance paramour courted by penning kinky erotica for one another. “Morning Fog” was inspired by one of Scout’s visits to her beloved partner in the Bay Area; the tenderness and love they share shows in this early morning snippet of domesticity. The two characters in the story are older butch-identified queers who have experienced the painful variances of life and are grateful that, against all odds, they've found each other across a continent. Their relationship defies labels and norms on many levels. The romantic and mysterious fog that blankets San Francisco each night has a role to play in their story, rolling in at night to lull them to sleep and greeting them as they wake in one another's arms in predawn.”
Do you need an excerpt after that? Well, okay.
“Two gold star survivors who found each other in this crazy, neo-fascist cesspool that America has become, and we hold onto each other for dear life while living in the crosshairs. We hail from opposite coasts but managed to find each other, and we're not letting go. At this moment, we cling to each other in her bed in the heart of San Francisco. She is rousing from sleep, enfolded in my arms, her naked ass pressed against my belly, so inviting. I kiss her shoulders again and then the back of her closely shorn head, she wiggles and moans and this is how it begins.”
Now you need more, right?
Blog Tour List and Links
The Night Shift
R. D. Miller
Sweet of My Heart
Emily L. Byrne
Yin and Yang
Where There’s Smoke
Fuck Me Like a Canadian