Follow the Spicy Tour…

To Gina Maries place!  She’s showcasing cinnamon today for our Spicy Summer Sundays Blog Tour!

And don’t forget to stop by next weekend!  I’ll be spending some time on thyme while I host the tour.  The complete schedule is below, so follow us all through summer.

5/31 Donna George Storey–introduction
6/7 Erobintica–hot chili powder
6/14 Neve Black–cilantro
6/21 Sommer Marsden –cumin
6/28 Gina Marie—cinnamon
7/5 Me! –thyme
7/12 Craig Sorensen–pepper
7/19 Jeremy Edwards–dill
7/26 Isabel Kerr–ginger
8/2 Marina St Clare–basil
8/9 BadAssKona–rosemary
8/16 Emerald–poppy seeds
8/23 P.S. Haven–salt
8/30 Stay Tuned! Special Grand Finale!

She asked. . .

blindfold-spread. . .and I answered.  The “she” in question was Alison Tyler, and she asked for snippets that included blindfolds.  And I had one, so I sent it her way!

A Haunted Mind

My mood, and thoughts, have been far from erotica these last few days.  Focus has been elusive, concentration impossible.  So, as I’ve learned is necessary, I’ve let my mind roam.  It’s wandered far and wide, and has yet to settle.

Yesterday I read a very powerful post by Remittance Girl.  Her words hit me somewhere deep, sunk in, and clung tenaciously.  They stuck with me all afternoon and night.  The following piece was written in direct response to the voice of hers, composed as I lay trying to fall asleep, haunting my mind until I rose and scrawled it out longhand in my atrocious cursive.  It’s part truth, part legend, part terrifying dream. 

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Your letter struck me with it’s power, and I cannot help but respond.  Half the world away my mind turned to my night spent among ghosts.  It was no human construct that leeched the energy from my body though, but the very earth itself.
 
I sat on a hillside.  The intention had been to camp in the valley below, where a small stream played musically over rocks into a deep pool before dancing its way into the forest.  The moon examined her reflection in the pool’s mirror before ducking, shy, behind the trees once more.
 
No.  I couldn’t stay down there. 
 
It wasn’t until I returned to the safety of my own home that I learned the shapes of the memories that ground had tried to share with me.  The midwife drowned in the pool, accused of witchcraft when she wouldn’t hide the minister’s infidelity.  The maidens, eyes sunken, clinging to each other, broken and traumatized.  They were what chased me up the hill, each trying to share the rape, the ravage, they suffered.  Native indians, white women, black slaves, they all were damaged here, in this valley, over the years.  The tortures, atrocities, visited by indian upon white man and white man upon indian. 
 
 You don’t have to be sensitive to the fringes of our world there, the shaman told me.  The valley belonged to the tribe, they allowed no one to dwell within those narrow walls. It’s called the Valley of the Torture Tree. He warned me I was lucky I had spent the night as far from that tree as I had.
 
I still shudder, remembering the way the witchlights wove through the trunks, searching for something.  I think they seek an exit, a portal, from this plane.

The Beginner’s Ball Continues…

Strap, lace, slip or whathave you your dancing shoes on and take yourself over the Erobintica’s for the latest Beginner’s Ball.  This edition discusses whether writing erotica(and porn) simply contributes to the problem(that referring to the “problem of pornography).  So, do you believe there is one?  If so, what’s the cause?  does erotica contribute? 

Go, share your thoughts!  And stay tuned, for the Beginner’s Ball will make a stop here at Scarett Greyson’s in the near future!  Aren’t you curious already what else we might talk about?

The Spiciness continues…

The Spicy Summer Sundays Blog Tour continues today at Sommer Marsden’s place!  So hurry up and get over there!

The whole schedule is below, so if you missed a day, go back and check it out, and put the rest on your calendar!

5/31 Donna George Storey–introduction
6/7 Erobintica–hot chili powder
6/14 Neve Black–cilantro
6/21 Sommer Marsden –cumin
6/28 Gina Marie—cinnamon
7/5 Me! –thyme
7/12 Craig Sorensen–pepper
7/19 Jeremy Edwards–dill
7/26 Isabel Kerr–ginger
8/2 Marina St Clare–basil
8/9 BadAssKona–rosemary
8/16 Emerald–poppy seeds
8/23 P.S. Haven–salt
8/30 Stay Tuned! Special Grand Finale!

Community and Perception

My husband has referred to something repeatedly over the last week or so that I just feel driven to talk about.

After a phonecall with a  friend, advice and support from others, and opportunities offered, he has found himself commenting repeatedly that the openness just is suprising.  There’s no cattiness, no selfish tendancies, just an open, welcoming, and supporting community.  And that kind of community does not fit the stereotype he had, apparently.

I’m not sure if he means the erotica community, or the writer community at large.  It certainly doesn’t fit the at large community, in my eyes.  I have been deliberately been steered wrong in the past, but not by an erotica writer.  But that’s neither here nor there.

Are we all just falling, unintentionally, into this group because we ARE the open welcoming sort and therefore we are finding each other through the internet? 

I’m curious.  What do you think?  Why is this nice tight group forming?  Is it because of our Queen Trollop herself, who has created something of a playground for both experienced and amateur writers, and shows that there’s room for all of us in the world? 

So what do you think?  Do we just attract each other?  Or is it just the nature of writers of erotica to shed stereotypes in their pursuit of the illumination of our sheer humanity through our intimate encounters?

This Meme’s for You

I just have to echo this sentiment from Erobintica:

If there is one person or more on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the Internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.

I have met so many wonderful people through the internet!  In fact, I met my husband through the internet more than eleven years ago.  Yeah, I gave my mom hives worrying about me 😉  But, I have never regretted the opportunities for friendship present by a method of communication that spans the world so easily.

Oh, and get yourself over to Alison Tyler’s delectable H is for Harlot and read Erobintica’s(one of those friend I’ve been lucky to make) hot story!