In order to maintain the quality that you are used to, the serial King-Sized Bed will now be appearing once per month. Keep an eye out in about three more weeks for the next installment.
Jul 192010
When I started blogging, I thought that the problem would be finding things to blog about. Now I have many things to blog about and no time. So here’s one I owe you folks.
I finished the tattoo.
I’ve got my guardian spirit against migraines watching my back. The original sketch was designed by Julia Tenney and executed by Edwin Marquez at Regeneration Tattoo in Allston, MA. He does great eyes.
I’ve come up with what I think is an adequate analogy for the feeling of getting my back tattooed. When working so close to bone, the needle feels like a bad case of road rash, like when you fell off your bike and got gravel embedded in your knee. The main difference is that I didn’t get to stop and put Bactine and ice on it. It just kept going. The medication that does the best to dull the pain is good old over the counter Advil or Alieve, but they are also blood thinners and may not be taken before having tattoo work (afterward is another story).
At one point some trick of the nerves made my right elbow feel like it was being tattooed, which increased the discomfort because I had to lean partially on my elbows.
Tattoo, part-healed
This picture was taken shortly after completion. The red color is my body reacting to the irritation. It looks shiny because of the disinfectant ointment.
Tattoo mostly healed
Here’s the tat a few days later. You can see it peeling, a process that has not yet completed.
Jul 122010
All genders are similarly gifted in the receiving end of anal sex. Men, however, have an advantage. Not only do they have a prostate–providing icing on the cake of penetration–but they have a a penetrating part with exquisite sensitivity that gives the owner a pleasure I will never experience.
I certainly can’t complain about using my hands. Fingers are long and flexible enough that two of them provide all the stimulation that most people desire. I’m fortunate in having small hands. With practice, I can slide a well-lubricated hand into a willing friend’s anal canal. Something entirely different from the force implied by the word “fisting” is required. It is delicacy. A fist is not inserted; it becomes. The thumb folds inside the fingers instead of outside, as for a punch.
Jul 102010
I’m at ReaderCon, typing away at my laptop while waiting for dinner.
I’ve had many fascinating conversations with authors and fans; in fact, I have had too many conversations to relate them all.
Last night I had to explain to someone who was unfamiliar with the erotica market why I winced when he said “literary erotica.” I fumbled at trying to find the right words, until he said, “so it’s the equivalent of someone saying ‘I don’t write science fiction. I write magical realism.’”
I stood there with my mouth open for a moment before explaining to him that his analogy was the best I’d heard. Then I wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget.
Jul 092010
All of my Readercon programming is for today (Friday). I expect to spend part of Saturday loafing in the pool.
So, Friday:
Kaffeeklatsch: 1pm
Circlet Hangout at the bar: 5:30
Panel Conscious States: 7:00
Panel MD PhD SFWA: 8:00
(see con schedule for details)
There will be no King Sized Bed entry for Monday, but do expect a con report, and some catching-up that I may do by the pool on Saturday.
When I wrote up the submission guidelines for this anthology, I specifically forbade reprints.
I didn’t want any this time. This was a tough decision to make. If it’s been printed before, it’s frequently a really good story and might add something really nice to my anthology. However, I’ve found it a little uncomfortable to read reviews where the reviewer points out that they’ve read the stories before.
Jul 052010
“Oh, ass—adored throne of lechers!”
-Paul Verlaine
Penises can be so uncooperative sometimes. They have their own agenda, dispensing pleasure and performance anxiety in equal measure.
The homely asshole, on the other hand, is much more accommodating. Given a gentle touch and enough lubrication, it will play for hours. Some small skill at pleasuring an asshole may put the owner in a state approaching orgasm and maintain that state indefinitely.
Anal sex is also dark, dirty, and a major hang-up for most people, if only when the head gets involved. It’s certainly not the sort of thing I plan for a first date.
Kneel to Me
Mate: And More Stories from the Erotic Edge of SF/Fantasy
Up for Grabs
Wired Hard 4
Wishbone