The World and Writing of Rosie D. Ruthers from Erotica to Paranormal Romance to Pulp fiction and Essays on Writing and More.
Calls for entry allow us to meet photographers that we may not known. We are always amazed at the amount of talent there is in the photographic world and feel honored that photographers take the time and expense to entire our calls, and to share their work. Karen Hymer was one of the recipients of the […]
Got my vendor status approved. Just a small update. This took about a week or so…too long.
As some of you know, I work in the book industry. I am surrounded by the latest books on the market, often proofs before they are published. Back around January/February time, I got my hands on a w…
Source: In Defence of Smut
This is an awesome piece I seriously recommend you not only read it but reblog because I really want to break down the snot nosed snobbishness towards one of my genres because it is truly undeserved.
By Varaidzo Jackie Brown sits in a white robe, cherry red nails curled around a coffee mug, as she laments getting older with bondsman Max Cherry. “I bet that, except for possibly an Afro, you look exactly the way you did at 29,” says Max. The line is funny, because we know it’s true. […]
via “Except for the afro”: The surprising importance of Pam Grier’s hair — Media Diversified
Understanding the importance of black hair, black beauty, and the black body being presented not only as normative, but powerful ,as well as, beautiful. In a world where I have to fear my afro being “militant” or “unprofessional” celebrating beauty in every form is more important than ever.
Dreaming through the circuit.
Power cut
Full of rage.
Cogniscent and untamed
Grabbed then by unyielding lust,
Lingering trust,
And pinned beneath the full moon,
By old egos and,
Broken shadows that,
Cannot breathe, but remain alive enough to gasp.
Short circuiting electricity through bruised sockets,
And wounded knees,
And itchy eye lashes,
Over eyes that stare at the screen and,
Don’t care if you’re mean or green,
Just seen.
Dreaming through the circuit.
As a circus of baby pictures, and baby’s baby pictures,
Play across my technological miracle faster than I can see.
Pseudo lovers converse over memes,
And a man bleeds onto the streets while,
Someone laughs insensitively,
And another scrolls past sensibly because,
Another death will bring them to their knees,
And another death because they do what they please,
And here they all hopeless romantics dream.
And pretend.
And Sleeze
And Spend.
And end.
It’s Day 2 of NaNoWriMo! I’m on target but only just – it was a bit of a struggle to reach my words this evening. (I kept being distracted by YouTube. Darn you, YouTube.) T…
Source: NaNoWriMo Tips.
Gotta say these tips are 100% wicked awesome and great for both writing and blogging alike! Hope they help you like they help me!
The Emergency ward is quiet. Unheard of on a Friday night. Where are all the party animals? It has been like this all evening and Jackie – who prefers to be busy, especially coming off a seve…
Enjoyed giving this a read and would share!
A party. A conversation. A couple with an insatiable lust and desire for each other. Monica isn’t the simple woman she seems; she craves silky smooth rope pulled so tight against her skin it …
You’ve had this idea rolling around your head for a while now for a book you’d like to read, and you keep wishing your favorite author would write it. In my experience, you’re going to have to writ…
A Poem from my soon to be published collection.
The First.
Buried deep,
Lost in lust,
Giving to him unwavering trust,
The heart races,
The mind runs,
And all sensation is wonder,
His lips on mine,
Hands flowing down his back,
Legs about his waist,
Slowness,
Burns into desire,
Desire cascades into pleasure.
