tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67855955826735920012012-02-03T06:31:21.441-08:00Dream up some life and lap it up.Gina Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16776498018946842854noreply@blogger.comBlogger4041100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785595582673592001.post-48923018153604750382012-02-03T06:31:00.000-08:002012-02-03T06:31:21.449-08:00

I have 50 poems, four or five stories and fistfuls of photos out for submission. This process takes months and months. I am not a very patient person. Often, I have to choose between writing itself and the labor of submitting. That's the way it has to be. There simply aren't enough hours in the day. Speaking of, it's time to cook breakfast.....or not. Raw food diet I desire you like a

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Seattle Erotic Art Festival art SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW OPEN! This will be our third year if we get accepted. The festival is June 16-17 and 22-24 this year. I think there's a World Naked Bike Ride in there somewhere, too. What a combo! The weather forecast this weekend is looking good for golf and photo shoots! Enter & get in touch so we can connect in the Emerald City!

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Rumor has it, that the amazing Dawn ZigZag Montefusco will be holding her "Aural Pleasures" reading again in a month or so. I will be, uhm, speaking/reading/performing this essay, along with an electronic percussion set this time, and upright bass (cough) and perhaps a clarinet. Not sure if it needs more "story" or not, but it was a hit last time, even though I was in pigtails & jeans and

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Alison Tyler recently put a call out for dirty "Short Shorts!" Get the details HERE.  Speaking of shorts, here's a mini.....Happy Pre-Hump! Skin No matter how it is revealedor when I am undone.A rolled sleeve, cutoff shorts, dancing bare assin the middle of the citylate at night. At the slightof dawn, drooling cock drippinginto clenched fist.Bare muscled chestat the kitchen sink,a pulled-back

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I bet the women who actually get off giving head don't count the number... If you want to swallow cock all the time, if that makes you come, you aren’t competitive about it, you’re just hungry, right? I mean, who keeps track of how many times they eat their favorite meal? “She was kind of rare, you know— she swallowed everything, every drop..." --Susie Bright, "The Best She Ever Had", Mommy's

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Lesson Learned --An Excerpt “Baby did a bad, bad thing.” – Chris Isaac Susannah actually had the report done in a half-hour. She printed it and placed it in Steve’s in-box before heading to the supply room for an envelope and packing slip. She filled a blue mug with coffee from the supply room pot and headed to the unisex bathroom down the hall.  She locked the door and sipped deeply from the

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"I don't do drugs. I am drugs." -- Salvador Dali

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This article on Violet Blue's site about facials really surprises me. I'd love to jizz on someone's face if I could, and I like a good face shot myself. Actually, I find everything about sex and desire and passion -- wait for it -- FUN! Sex is beautiful, sacred, amazing, intense, sometimes dark, sometimes sweet, sometimes it burns. But really, isn't it time for the sexual "evolution" to lighten

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The snow is falling in big, fat, wet flakes. It's an indulgent weekend of writing, submitting, music, lingering beneath the covers, and rich homemade sauces. All of the stores were inexplicably out of oysters yesterday, even the fancy hoity toity market. So I improvised with clams and invented a new creation -- a little Cajun soul feast. We shoveled it in last night, as an appetizer, on thick

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It's that time again....time for the Seattle Erotic Festival (SEAF)! We've had a lot of fun submitting photos and erotic writing to this festival over the past few years. Here's the call for art! http://seattleerotic.org/2011/12/16/2012call/  We added to the SEAF offerings today, after a little trip to the "Winter Market" where we found eager veggies just waiting to strip down & pose for the

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I stumbled onto a great Tumblr site with sensual, hilarious & hot vintage erotic art. (Banner image above)Check it out here: http://olderoticart.tumblr.com/ Also started a new project for the year -- 365degrees -- 2012 in images over at Dizzy Baboon! I'm posting a new photo for every day of the year, taken on that day, along with a snippet of some sort. Care to share? Send me a snippet to

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Select the lobsters carefully, by examining them closely. Wink at the lobsterman while he lifts the pretty tails from the ice. Walk to the checkout with a skip in your step. Smirk when the boxing girl says, "What is that? It smells a little fishy." Present the lobsters to your lover with a tip-toed kiss. Kiss his back and shoulders while he rinses them. Squeeze his ass while he pats them dry.

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The ball drops, and then what? Tonight we're cooking up a pot of lobster thermidor (sexy seafood photographs forthcoming) and playing Scrabble. We'll renew our sacred vows of love, honor, protection, laughter, friendship & fucking like rabbits for all time with a pinkie swear at midnight. What's next? A brisk naked run on the beach, an icy dip in the Columbia River tomorrow at noon, shots of

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“Laura felt a warmth inside her. It was very small, but it was strong. It was steady, like a tiny light in the dark, and it burned very low but no winds would make it flicker because it would not give up.” ― Laura Ingalls Wilder, The Long Winter The warmth inside of me at the moment is the anticipation of a road trip to Big Sky Country. No, not Montana. The big sky nobody knows about. The most

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A little snow fell Friday night. It was pretty as it came down and the big, fat, wet flakes were illuminated in the lights of a high school football stadium as we headed to dinner. We went to a fun gathering of friends last night. Our offerings for the "Frienz Thanksgivin'" potluck included a pot of oyster stew, a plate of peanut butter cookies and the gee-tar. I practiced a song for the event

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I work less than a mile from  home now. It's really nice to run home for a bite of lunch on a non-running day....feels good to be in a different space, away from the office. I'm here, in my cozy place with Stewie the cat, sun shining through the rain clouds after a passing shower. The weekend is going to be a nice mix of adventure and relaxation. Maybe a few new words will even appear. Maybe a

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So, I'm trying really hard to find homes for all of my lost tales....stories tucked away here and there. And poems. So many poems. Some of the stories are weird, some sweet, some dirty. Some are true, most not. The calls I've seen lately just seem to ask for more specific scenarios than I am able to deliver. True tales of cherry-popping lesbian encounters. Transgender fairytales. Zombie

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This is a link to my photography website -- Gina Williams' photography site. http://tastethesky.zenfolio.com/ I hesitate, at times, to mix my erotica writing with other pursuits, as if writing of a particular, more controversial genre must exist in some other universe far, far away. In addition to a photography exhibit at the University of Oregon in Portland, I recently had a photograph accepted

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Whoa, it's been a long time. I finally got most of those pesky moving boxes unpacked. Of course, I'm mostly interested in kitchen utensils, writing implements, books and....so exciting and a long story, but I finally got my vinyl collection back! Joy!!!! Aretha Franklin, Mahalia Jackson, Cat Stevens, Grateful Dead, Burl Ives, Guy Lombardo, Billy Joel, Pussycat Girls, symphonies, African folk

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There are moving boxes EVERYWHERE. Most of them are filled with books. I sorted through every last volume and found four that I couldn't live without. I have collected books since I was in middle school. I'd go to Powell's City of Books in downtown Portland, an hour bus ride away from my small town and haul them home, purchased with money I earned cleaning houses for little old ladies and

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Sometimes it's good to be a bit "off" as they say across the pond. Because when life throws you one, you barely topple. Today was like that. But when I returned home and a mama deer was peacefully munching grass with her baby right across the street I thought, "Well now. Life is weird. Life is good. And so am I." Apparently today is "National Punctuation Day." Here's a little ditty from the

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A couple of weeks ago I celebrated another year as a living thing upon this planet. I love birthdays, though I'm not sure why, anymore, except that I love being alive and it seems like I feel more and more alive all the time. Why not celebrate the miracle of existence with a smile? My lover gave me three precious gifts, in addition to adoration and the attention Leos like me love to bask in: a

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The weather finally transformed from autumn directly into summer last weekend. It's been a strange couple of years with La Nina toying with our sanity. But for the last few days, the beautiful, balmy, 80-degree buttery air is back. I'm clinging to it like a dying person. It feels so good. When winter returns, and it isn't all that far off, unfortunately, I'll return to the soft summer nights in

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Whew! I'm dusting off the trail dirt, taking a long, cool drink from the spring & getting back into the writer's life after working my patootie off for the past two years getting through school. I'm not sure how far an advanced degree will get me, but it was a big dream for a long time and I did it! Now, I'll have more time again to frolick and play and roll around in the dirt! Yee-haw! We

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The sun is out! No WAY! Oh my goodness, life has been fast and furious lately. And wet. And cold. And dark. And wintery but not snowy. Just piles and piles of rain. But today, on the 104th perfect Saturday with a perfect life partner, the sun is OUT, the sky is BLUE and I am jumping in my jammie pantz, watching the birds outside the window & just plain happy to be ALIVE! I'll start a

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Check it out & lap it up! Clean Sheets exotica: http://www.cleansheets.com/exotica/marie_10.27.10.shtmlHappy Friday! Oh, happy, happy Friday!

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Driving through small town America on a rainy Tuesday morning, dressed in black tights and a checkered top coat on the way to work, stopping first at the post office to collect a pile of bills. Slurping coffee from the steel mug. It's an environmentally friendly, legal drug habit. The coffee, that is. The post office smells like the paper mill. Everything smells like the paper mill. But at the

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It always feels so good to slip naked into freshly washed sheets at the end of a long day, then curl into the body of your lover and melt against the night.My little tale of lust, "Technicolor Bee Dreams" will be on Clean Sheets this week! I'll share the link when it's up & buzzing.Meanwhile, it's time for another cuppa Joe. Gotta launch the work day....bring home the bacon & fry it up in the pan

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What's a clock all about, anyway? Nothing but up to no good. Buzz. Bleep. Beep. Bother. Wind, whine, wound, wander. Wanton. Wantons? For breakfast? Oh hell, why not?There are kid's sports practices and school conferences and work meetings and dental appointments and social obligations. Sometimes you just have to say, NAY! Nein! Enough already!That's when you stay up late Friday night knowing the

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A testament to the fleeting Oregon summer and the overwhelming feeling that we'd "been had" with our wacky weather was the huge throng (not thong) at the nude beach on Saturday. There was not a cloud in the sky all day and the place was packed!The best part about it for me, though, wasn't about the weather. Yes, it felt so good to get out in the sun one more time (the clouds rolled back in

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Why Not?A home without air conditioning in Phoenix would be like a cabin in Anchorage without heat. And yet, here I was, in the heat of summer, stripped down to my panties and sweating through my eyelids in a sweltering old house in Phoenix with nothing for cooling effect but a massive electric fan. My friend Amy, coworker actually, had invited me over to help her out with an art project. Amy and

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http://realprincess.tumblr.com/page/3Sexy photo and yet....it makes me giggle. The office I work in is the most un-glamorous place on earth. The sexiest thing about it is a photo of Brad and I dancing in the desert pinned to the beige cubicle wall.My thoughts and fantasies almost always take me outside, out of clothes, away from walls and pretenses and office politics. Right across the street is

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The big old equinox harvest moon last night did a number on me. Now, I don't like to blame emotional upheaval on anything but too much champagne and having a lot of shit to deal with, but damn! The floodgates were unleashed. I woke up this morning feeling like a fool and relieved to have lived through my own wackiness.The lesson I learned, however, is this: not only is it OK, even for tough girls

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Sunrise above the desert Mark of a wild horse Lost antler, Alvord playa Red Ants on Arrowleaf-balsamrootHere in the beautiful Pacific Northwest we are blessed with an incredibly lush natural landscape that sustains us and.....makes us go fucking nuts when it refuses to stop raining.This summer was the wettest we've had in 17 years. We busted loose to the eastern "dry side" of the region near as

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I just loaded the camping cooler into the car. In it are three batches of "the devil made me do it" whiskey brownies, a buttload of frosting, and Jones Soda for the kids.We're going to an adventure race weekend out in the high desert of Central Oregon. Brad is loading up his cooler on the other side of town with 15 pounds of macaroni salad for a crowd and good ol' camping eats for us. We donated

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Fixed Gear shirt at ETSY__________________________________The science is figuring it all out. What to write, how, when, why. Submissions and tracking, time of day to do it, fitting it in between sports practices, work, school, and play. Where "should" the art be placed in all of that.The art is words, pictures, paintings, poems, music. It pops out of nowhere sometimes, begging to be released

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I paid off the car today. The title will now bear my name. Gina's motorcar! It is the only thing I own that is worth more than a couple hundred dollars. Except for that hunk of steel on wheels, my life has become light as a rose petal and sturdy as a knotty old tree.The wrong that makes the rightA wish upon my hipstwists the key that turns the screw.No bright bird morning transformsthe expression

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How to Make Lobster BisqueAwaken slowly, the sound of raindrops from a soft August storm thudding gently on the old porch boards. Inhale the warmth of your lover’s skin. Twist your tangled hair into a rope and pull it off of your face. Feel his breathing on the nape of your neck. Cherish it. Curl your toes into the soft sheets. Kiss before brushing. Run your fingers down the length of his arm,

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I love, love, love this piece. Brad wrote it yesterday. At the end of a long day of work and papercuts and traffic, I returned home to a naked man waiting for me with kisses and love, whiskey on ice....and this. The honesty and bravery and delicious naughty truthfulness of this memoir absolutely makes my heart ache -- in a good way."The Eros of Cancer"by the one and only, Mr. B.A.K.It wasn’t too

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A new blog....a public place more for both of us to share musings and artsy stuff to expand on the our smut peddling Enjoy!http://sensualafflictions.wordpress.com/Happy Friday. Rollin' along......the weekend is ever closer!Good MorningThe way the light comes through the window as dawn breaks and streaks across our bare skin. It's how you whisper, sleepily, "I love you" as if in a dream, but

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Cafe blogging! Yayyyyy! I'm sitting in an old brick courtyard cafe during my lunch break. The building is a former Catholic school & hospital designed & constructed by a feisty old architect nun way back when. Her name was Mother Joseph. Imagine how many spankings happened in this place! They say there are ghosts here. Naughty ones, I hope, but I have yet to experience anything strange, except

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Above Photo: Got 'im! Patience hovering the lens above the creek. A native Lower Columbia Steelhead. I sure hope he makes it to the sea someday.It was an amazing thing -- to go for a drive only an hour from home and happen upon a beautiful, healthy, perfect stream in the forest filled with beautiful steelhead fry. There were hummingbirds buzzing our heads and caddisfly larvae crawling on the

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The Accidental Goddess --Gina MarieA little playa dust, a little humor. Tales from the burn.....a story from last year's Burning Man festival.The hard, cold truth is, I’m not the goddess type. I drink my coffee black and my whiskey straight. I like fast cars and bad boys. I did yoga once. It was accidental and involved sex. So when a sun-dried old yogi walked up to me at Center Camp early one

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"Only if the car stays in the garage."--My ex-husband's response when I told him I wanted to try car sex sometime.Fast-forward through the time-space continuum, climb the mountain of hope and enter a whole new world.....where there aren't any garages. I like it here. The car is on auto-pilot. The tires are crunching quietly across the hardpan playa. There are dustdevils in the distance. We are

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My new obsession......"The ancient Egyptians worshiped many gods and goddesses. One of their most beloved gods was named Thoth (thohth or toht). Thoth was the patron of writing, astronomy, mathematics, law, magic, and healing. He was often drawn having the body of a man and the head of an ibis.Ancient Egyptians mummified, or preserved, dead ibises and gave them as offerings to the gods. To

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A Tall TaleSpoiled Rotten--GMSummer around here didn’t arrive until July 5th. Then yesterday the daytime high temperature jumped 20 degrees from 67 to 87. Today, it’s rocketing above 100. That's what you call a heat tsunami. Of course, it's nothing like what the East Coast is dealing with, but to us folk out here, it's a scorcher. The thermostat in my little crackerjack box of a house played a

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I've come to anticipate the feeling. We'll be driving along, listening to music, chatting, laughing....and the car will slow, then stop. I now know why. But I never know when and I don't want to. I love the thrill of knowing but not knowing. I love the power that is wielded over me as well as the power I wield -- the power to make a moving vehicle stop. The power to seduce. The power of lust. The

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The last time I saw the Milky Way the way the galaxy was meant to be seen, I was about 20 years old and working for the Forest Service on a fire crew near Hell's Canyon on the Oregon-Idaho border. I crawled out of my sleeping bag to pee and when I looked up, it was as if I was walking amongst the stars. I couldn't go back to sleep and was awake for hours, staring into space. I'd never been

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Happy Hump Day Y'All! Check out the link below for a great opportunity. I'm not sure what "Gut Level" writer means exactly, but hell. Go for it!Here's the call for entries to Naked Ladies Reading! Cash prizes, wooooooohoooo! The deadline is September 17, 2010. http://nakedgirlsreading.com/

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"Creative writing teachers should be purged until every last instructor who has uttered the words "Write what you know" is confined to a labor camp. Please, talented scribblers, write what you don't. The blind guy with the funny little harp who composed The Iliad , how much combat do you think he saw?" -- P.J. O' RourkePhoto: BadAss -- The Master of Oz gives Hawaiian missionary modesty a run for

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I'm hopelessly stuck at the moment. My brain feels slow and heavy, like it might be clogged with hairballs and grease. What do you do when you get stuck? I take photographs, go for walks, fret, do the dishes, read old stories and wonder how I did that. I pace and arrange furniture, geek out on the computer, write down stupid, random words, look up random shit on google. Drives me nuts. I drive "

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OK. I'm ready to go back. Hawaii is just.....so....perfect. The best part, though, is that we made it our own. We explored off the beaten path, breaking just about every rental car rule there is, going far from the well-traveled track. We rambled and rambled about. It's illegal run around nude in Hawaii. But just like anywhere, people tend to congregate in herds, leaving lots of territory for the

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On the early morning news today the weather reporter was stationed at a suburban intersection in a blue raincoat as rain splattered her big microphone and dashed the camera lens. She told us about the big spring storm (it's raining) and traffic issues. The camera panned around the intersection. Three cars drove by. Then she said, "Be careful as there is a lots of rain splashing in the street and

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Last weekend we were at an erotic theater production called "Inviting Desire" about female sexual drive and just getting on with it -- deal with it people, women fucking love sex too! Seriously, the whole thing about women thinking about chocolate more than sex.....don't even get me started. Anyway, it was a great production, especially when they asked the audience to give them an improv scenario

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I sent this to a flash contest and it was sent back for being too naughty. But I didn't mean anything by it -- not like that. I was trying to convey the magic realism of nourishment, transference of energy, humanity, animal instincts, and sexuality. What do you you think? Lucha Libre On a cold, starless March night, as the story went, Lucha’s mother left this world and Lucha entered it. “Scrawny

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My yard is so wet that the pea plants are squatting miserably in a little lake. They need rubber boots. The rain came down in buckets, pails, tubs, cups, mugs, pans....all day long as wave after wave of storm clouds rolled through.We went out in it anyway, dodging the drops. We discovered cave crickets in an old mine shaft, a pioneer apple orchard, the promise of wood ducks, dined on stale piggy

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The sun came out once today and created a reflection on a car across the street. Everyone in the room saw it and sighed. "Don't blink," somebody said. "It won't last." I blinked and it was gone, and then I almost got swallowed up by a nasty hail storm.Vitamin D is a hormone that I crave fiercely. It gives me power and the ability to endure pain and accomplish great feats of strength. It makes me

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Fun facts about kissing: http://facts.randomhistory.com/2009/01/22_kissing.html_______________________________________May 18. Everybody's talking about it. We've been hearing about it for 30 years. Heck, we've been looking at it for 30 years. But it really was, and, is, remarkable. The violence and power of our planet up close and personal, right here in our back yard of Washington and Oregon.

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The weather man said it's going to be 77 degrees today. The weather lady said the same thing. Oh, this is gonna be good! Yesterday I flung off my running shoes and went barefoot through the grassy Parade Grounds at old Fort Vancouver, up and down the soft green slopes. Freeeeeeee! Too many clothes on, of course, but there were children and small dogs around, so I kept my pantz on.Ahhhhh! It felt

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What is it about hotel sheets? Now I'm an outdoorsy, tomboyish sort of girl. But the very thought of luxuriating about in fine cotton hotel sheets. Oh my!This hotel bed in downtown Seattle is all fat and fluffy. The sheets are thick and gloriously white as only hotel sheets can be. The view of the city is amazing. The bed faces big picture windows.Sometimes, my clit swells up so furiously at the

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"Beast was disappeared, and she saw, at her feet, one of the loveliest princes that eye ever beheld; who returned her thanks for having put an end to the charm, under which he had so long resembled a Beast. Though this prince was worthy of all her attention, she could not forbear asking where Beast was."La Belle et la BêteBeauty and the BeastJeanne-Marie LePrince de Beaumont, 1756Shanna and I

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Picture this scene: I'm sitting in a graduate school class on the third story of a renovated old building. The professor is discussing the merits of brand identity and corporate leadership when I smell something sickly sweet. It's a little earthy, a little not. Kind of sour. It smells wrong. It's a WRONG smell. Ohhhh! Oh no! Fuck! Ooops! Suddenly, twisting in my seat, I remember that I forgot to

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This is the photo that got accepted into the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival next weekend. I feel a cowboy theme coming on. For the rest of my life. OMG, what will I wear??? I'm so excited!BTW, hey Mr. BadAss Kona, nice one! I mean, hot damn! "He was gelded, but still smelled her as female." Oh, don't hold me back!Yeeeeee Haw! Let 'er Buck, baby!

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Burn it downOnce, it was an old barn on the way to the nudist camp way out in the middle of nothing. The falling down place stood out there on the plain shouting, “Come inside and breathe me alive! Burn me to the ground, why don’t you?” The old places out here are like that. They shout at you, hollering above the wind. Down along the winding road past the hardwoods nursery, old bleached cow bones

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The kids ate up their bacon and cereal and bananas and left to catch the bus to school and I had ten minutes after my shower in the soft sounds of my own bare feet and the rumble of the furnace and the ticking clock....to think, ponder, wonder, leap about, dance, play with myself, write, dream, pour another cup.But I couldn’t decide. So I curled up with the cat instead.....and thought about

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Old Barn Wood, Mud-Caked Denim & Strawberry JuiceThe scent of herfig and earthmudflat and peachShe turns on her side in the gauzy morning lightlegs twisted sideways, open slightlyatop damp sheetsthe scent of hersteel-toed boots and mud-caked denimfresh-picked berries softlike a lazy morning smileand nice, warm everythingsqueezed in work-roughened handshisdripped ever-slowly on a warm June

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The day dawns cold and bright. 24 degrees, not a cloud in the sky. While my mate boils up the coffee water, I wander about, breathing in the sharp, clean air. Incredible, miraculous life and art in the form of columbine leaves and ice crystals.That you'd never see if you didn't get down low, tread lightly &speak softly.... and that you wouldn't appreciate if you hadn't spent the night outdoors,

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Party Points!A sign on the door gave us free rein to do pretty much whatever the fuck we wanted, once it shut behind us. There’s this crazy bitch having a birthday party on a hill above the city in this very nice urban neighborhood. Birthday girl – she’s house sitting, hehehe. Yeah. Nice, eh? Hot tub, pool, sauna, incredible view. Neighbors who are totally wrapped up in re-runs of Matlock. The

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Some days, you just have to do cartwheels across the lumpy field and say, "whatever!" This is from the archives -- about 9 or 10 years ago -- wow! Shanna's return to OryGun and her recent posts reminded me of it. But mostly, none of it has to do with anything, except I'm a little off-kilter (is that a Scottish phrase?).The garden is planted. Two cats are missing. The coffee is hot. My man is

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It's when the sheets are dried and you've tried your best and finally said "fuck it" to properly folding the fitted one and tossed one soft clean square and one rolled-up rectangle into the basket in the hall not so neatly, and the shiny wooden floors are swept and mopped and chicken bones are scraped off the old plates into the trash, the cats fed and the papers stacked, the bills that'll just

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The sun came out on Saturday. Like all the way out. We went for a quick little trail run that turned into a 7 or 8 mile haul. Up and down and all around. Yesterday morning was one of those ooch! ouch! kind of mornings. But WOW! There were waterfalls and flowers, amazing views, and cool plants everywhere, popping up through the warming almost-spring soil. And then, BAK spotted this incredible,

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Oh yes!Photo by the delightful David Rolin

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My Dad has two favorite desserts. Cherry pie and angel food cake. Well, Mom already went and made him a cherry pie for his birthday. Now it's up to me to deliver the spongy goodness. I could buy one. They're so flipping finicky. Once, I made three in a row because they kept falling. One trick is to NEVER grease the tube pan. (Thanks Mom!) The batter is so delicate -- and can be affected by

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I wrote a lot of fiction before I could ever understand what writers meant when they became attached to a character.Then, a couple of years ago, Billy Chen-Wing popped into my head and we've been tight ever since.The first time I imagined him, he was sitting in a bubble tea shop in San Diego, shooting tapioca balls into the air through the straw and catching them in his mouth. Another time, he

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Northern Native American tribes knew this moon as the Full Crow Moon when the cawing of crows signaled the end of winter. They also used Full Crust Moon because the snow cover became crusted from thawing by day and freezing at night. The Dakota Sioux named it Moon When Eyes Are Sore From Bright Snow. The Full Sap Moon, marking the time of tapping maple trees is a Colonial variation. It was

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Random thoughts on a beautiful, lazy Saturday afternoon.....I like to roll words and phrases around in my mouth. Suck on them a little. Lick at them around the edges. Make sure the flavors are right. Squishy mud, for instance, is one of the tastiest things there is. Tomatoes are not wet, they are juicy or slippery. The air is not humid, it is moist. Water doesn't leak or drip from the pipe, it

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Here's a hint:"From the side, his mouth looked like a painted-on line, but then he turned and smiled, his lips fattening over bright white teeth, his face, round and sweet, lit up like a born-again Buddha.“Catch me for a prize pretty one, catch me, catch me if you can!”"Watch this place -- for exciting news to come (very exciting, I must say. Very, very exciting!).....and don't forget to at least

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"My first foray into public erotic expression was not a story at all. Yet when I walked into the photography studio in Los Altos, California carrying a bag of lingerie, I felt just as tingly as I do when I’m writing a scene that passes my own wet test."--Donna George Storey, at F Stop, Expose the Naked Ihttp://nakedi.wordpress.com/2010/02/21/donna-george-storey-2/Erotic or not, exposure often

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"Beast.""Beastess.""Beastier.""Damn, baby, this sure is a nice way to watch football.""Mmmmm....." (popping sound, licking of lips) "sure is" (silence, sloppy sucking sounds).____________________________"Sexy.""Sexier.""Sexiest.""Oh yum.""Well, I have to say, this is the best way to watch the morning news, wife." "Mmmmmm....." (muffled, barely understandable muttering....yeth it ith...ymmmy ymmm.

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Peach Trees: Deviant Art -- http://dimensionseven.deviantart.com/art/Peach-trees-95850546dreaming fucking dreaming fucking dreaming fucking dreamingwe arrived back in the Steens Mountains after a long, dusty drive. up a narrow, rough road, the camping coolers rattling, our naked skin coated with a fine layer of dust. after a week of the pulsing, pounding noise of partying and dance music and

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We flirted in a kitchen, a slap here, a nipple pinch there, waggling and licking. We cook naked, of course. Makes waggling a helluva lot more fun. After 100 years of fucking, we're still flirting. I love that about us. I got all hot and bothered reading about polygamists and octopus larvae in National Geographic. I could see his ass and chest and gorgeous muscular arms across the room while he

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"The coho passage is nearly over, but winter steelhead numbers are looking good. Through Jan. 9, 812 winter steelhead had moved over the ladder. Hydro readings at Willamette Falls on Monday showed flows at 54,000 cfs, the water temperature at 44°, and the visibility low at 1.4 ft."--Oregon Dept. of Fish & Wildlife Recreation Report The winter storms just keep rolling in, here in OryGun, but they

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Vintage spanking pics here______________________________________I got the fever. Spring fever, that is. Damn, it's still January. Too bad for me. I need a 'tude adjustment. Spank me. Klonk me over the head. Put me back to bed. Spank me again. Ply me with something that burns as it goes down.Until the mysterious orb returns, it's all about polar bear swims, big bowls of buttery popcorn, down

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Congrats to Jeremy Edwards on the launch party of his new novel, "Rock Your Socks Off."http://jerotic.blogspot.com/2010/01/rock-out-with-your-socks-out.html Hurry -- go on over and party!Thanks to BAK for this delicious rock shot.

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Atemporal mycological discontent (Shroom Lust)The upset of our collectivedigestion is that we forgot how to wander,can’t recall even an inkling ofhow to hunt & gatherThese days we are not content to sit hunchedand twitching, hairy grumpy lacklusterscrounging food inside of stone andmortar, aching inside cardboard boxesHunting took us splashing acrossstone-strewn creeks. Gathering drew us

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"There were vibrators, but they were made of wood and powered by pedaling, or frightened rodents running in little exercise wheels. Everything had to be done by hand. There was no lube until 1910, so if the friction didn't kill you, fire was always a concern. You had to use corncobs as freshwipes. People had to make their own amateur porn.....The horrors of the past are mostly behind us. Now that

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Watching him wrap fat curls of raw bacon around the feta-stuffed dates reminded her of the old juniper growing from the rock out in the desert. Reminded Amanda of thick, curved roots seeking moisture. Reminded Amanda of the rope that the hunters had tied around the trunk, reminded her of rough bark and juniper oil and dusty-blue berries scattered around on the ground. Spilled fruit. Reminded her

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The open road beckoned and so we went there. We sang along with Johnny Cash and ate pork rinds washed down with whiskey. Before sunrise, I woke up with my heart pounding. Morning light. Must capture it. The thick, mineral water of Alvord Hot Springs seeped deep into our bones while the ice-cooled wind shifted across our bare skin. We emerged reborn, truly. Our torn fibers healed. Sunshine and

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There was a time in my life when I wanted to eat rocks for breakfast and drink the sky as if it were a mug of something good, topped with a dollop of clouds. I wanted to stuff myself with ferns and suck on ice from frozen creeks to quench my thirst. All of that seemed so much more satisfying than food.....or heartbreak. And without the touch of human hands on my skin to keep me grounded, I turned

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End the week with a naked Scrabble victory and falling asleep across a lap, drooling, just before the end of The Sound of Music. Start the weekend with sex, French roast, the New Yorker, erotic photo books, poetry, eggs & crab, porn, a swig and some funky music.....and a reminder that bad can be very, very good. ___________________________________“ The woman who needs to be liberated most is the

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Seasonal Dis-affected Disorder--by Fainting GoatThe air smells clean and sharp like minerals, tastes like new snow eaten from a mitten. I can hear cars up on the road above the river, but we are alone down here in the firs and hardwoods. Wet ferns are brushing my fingertips. I touch them back, wanting. Always wanting. I wish I knew what season it is, but I have no idea. My breath is coming out in

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He Wishes for Cloths of HeavenHad I the heaven's embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half-light,I would spread the cloths under your feet:But I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.--William Butler YeatsSometimes the stars truly

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But I didn't. Everything I ever needed to know I actually learned Saturday night.1. Chew your food. Even Fido puts more teeth marks on his pork chops. Jeezus, woman! You frikking pig!2. When a cute girl with feathers for eyelashes and sparkly red baby fairy wings offers you treats from her fairy pouch, kiss her on the lips and then run! Run far, far away! 3. Always ask what it is BEFORE you put

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A leaf fell from the sky, spiraling down, and hit me on the head. I saw it right before it struck, a flash of orange and red, but it was too late. I passed out and had some crazy dreams.The squirrels surrounded me, splashed puddle water on my face to wake me up, and carried me off to a tree hole that turned out to be quite the party pad. Martini bar, live jazz. Those squirrels really know how to

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The rain is coming down in a steady torrent, heavy drops smacking on thick maple leaves outside my window. I love the way it sounds. It is the sound of change, the rhythm and melody of natural chimes. There is almost no light coming in -- the sky is heavy and sodden. But there is an altar candle burning on my desk, a wam, purring kitten on my lap, and my tongue is happy and tingling. I can still

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One time I tripped over my troll feet and fell backwards, spilling the polish and leaving a permanent stain on the wall of the ginormous jetted tub that I wasn't supposed to use because "baths are expensive." So why buy a house with a ginormous fucking tub then? I'm glad the polish stain is still there. May it live long and prosper. And anyway, I did take baths, in secret, and had a great time

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Want. No rest until. The coarsely chopped cruelty of that aching. The strung-out longing, desiring, craving with a fury, to taste, just one lick. Just one! The pure bliss, tender-crumbed angel food, devil's food cake of an intangible thing that is human connection. Because once it goes missing, you will do anything. Fingertip to tonguetip. Kiss. Stroke away the urgent, rough, ancient, heartless

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First, there was a washed-up clam. He sprung a leak and was eaten by gulls or some other sort of greedy beaked thing.Then a barefoot girl came along the shore and found him there and seeing him splayed wide open like that, all clean inside and shiny and bitter-salty-sweet in the river brine, made her think of this.Chanterelles, tossed into a hot pan with butter and garlic, manhandled with rough

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Second to Last Day of Summer--Gina MarieDying grass tiltingsky against my lipspool of concavityhips twisting. Angled bonescurled, cracking blackenedfiery starlight. Clay-tangledstrands snaking, curled hidesopping bracts and branchesflashing particles of long light.Rubber on rock and truck door thudhopelessly spread all painted wing.Yellowed seed heads prick.Cloud strings rain-streakeddust tracks

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On your knees, bitch!Hey, I hijacked a computer! Meanwhile, I wrote an entire feature length film, er, short story, and no way, no how am I allowing myself to post it on the blog. Bad girl, bad girl! Must. Send. It. In. I have tied myself up and am being flogged into submission.A snip:Into the LensSuddenly, I am brought into the foreground when a thin, sharp tool slides across my skin. The

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