Last week was a bit of a delightful challenge. What happened? Grab a cup of wonder (tea, coffee, maybe whiskey if that’s your thing), snuggle in, and I’ll tell you.
While the weather has been bouncing around like a 13-year-old with a crush, I’ve been working on my plans for world domination one literary orgasm at a time.
Without much ado, allow me to share some exciting news and explain why Ovid was a gross jerk.
A reflection of what’s going, from the latest Mound of Gaia news to wrapping up my journey with #Sappho thanks to Aaron Poochigian’s beautiful
what Sappho has to teach us when we embrace her writing is that the magic of creating sexual arousal with language is more than just using dirty words. Sappho grounded her erotic poems, what few there are, in sensual experience..
There are some exciting projects in the works, including contributing to new collection of poetry, a new chapter in my erotic-fantasy series, and some NSFW slippers.
It’s a day to spill language everywhere and revel in the words that we love. As a special treat, I’ve recorded the poems that have been featured here in the weekly Erotic Eloquence postings.
The past few weeks have been rough. There’s a short reflection (CW: mentions of sexual assault) After that, it’s back to your regularly scheduled program of fic-recs to spice up your Masturbation Monday.
I wanted to bring something beautiful into the world. I’ve been pondering the ways we bare ourselves when we strip down to our skin. The way that one body sings to the other. It is my hope that you all find that freedom for yourselves.
There is a new language of reclamation being born. Those of us who are survivors are claiming our bodies, our minds, and our histories through sharing our experiences. These two pieces speak to my experiences and to the reclamation of power.
Sundays are for lazy naps, canoodling, and poetry. Enjoy this poem, it has a pinch of erotica to spice up your Sunday canoodle.