Saw this on The Femme’s Guide, and it made me laugh. It’s a video made about answering the question this particular femme hates the most. Yeah, I love it when my definitions of things (like family; the people one chooses to surround themselves with, instead of the blood family who hates them) gets overridden by whatever the other person wants to hear… ;-D
I can’t embed the video, though, so the post is here!
I’m in the middle of moving. After going to South Dakota, going home to SoCal, and attempting to write 10,000 words a week. I’m going to stay radio silent for a bit.
BUT FIRST, I had someone recognize me today! Q stayed over last night, and bribed me out of bed this morning by promising me a latte. So we headed down, placed our orders, and then proceeded to snuggle and be generally disgustingly cute while our coffees were made. When the girl came back to the register, she said, “Two dollars. It’s the family discount.” And then she grinned.
OMG! She knew I was gay! And I didn’t have to say anything! It was totally awesome. Happened because I was with a butch, yes, but still! I got recognized!
I was as happy as this dog.
(Why yes, I totally did use this as an excuse to post that video. Hee hee.)
I have a lot of Serious Things to talk about. So instead I’m going to give you a mini-conversation had at the Fourth of July.
I found a new place to live! It’s a house behind a house, and my new landlord is gay so I don’t have to worry about him hitting on me and I can rest assured he won’t care Q is a woman. When I told my friend DoctorLady this, she laughed and said, “No, but he might hit on her!” (It’s true. Lots of gay men hit on Q. She’s just so damn masculine and freakin’ hot. They can’t help it. I can’t blame them. ) I laughed like crazy, then of course told Q the next time I saw her (she laughed, too).
Then we were at the Fourth, and I told the group what Doc had said. Someone — maybe Doc’s friend? — said something like, “Aww, he’ll be so sad. You’ll have to explain Q doesn’t have cock!” To which Q looked entirely too smug and said, “Oh, I don’t know about that. It’s just not attached.”
We all howled. So Q, of course, continued.
“Heck, I have several of them.”
Me: “In various colors!” (The funniest thing was, Q said something very similar as I said it. Scary! *grins*)
I laughed so, so, so hard. (The only guy there looked very confused for a while, which made me laugh even harder.)
Q says I’m not talking about my sex life enough. I told her she was just looking for porn. She said if she wanted that, she’d buy my books (which she already does!). This made me laugh really hard. ;-D (She is, of course, right. Lots of soft porn in my books.)
Speaking of books, I bought Sometimes She Lets Me, which is a book of butch-femme erotic short stories. Some of the stories were really good, and worth buying the book for them. But too many of the hit my anti-kinks. “Anti-kink?” I hear you cry. Yes, you know, the things that turn you off and make you twitch?
Now, I admit, I have a lot of anti-kinks. The SM aspect of BDSM is an anti-kink for me. Anybody cheating on anybody else is an anti-character-kink. The sex might be hot, but I despise the characters and so can’t identify with them or get into it. Girl/Daddy stuff is a borderline anti-kink; I’ve read it and been mostly okay with it, and I’ve read it and been really not okay with it. Depends on how it’s handled. Rape is definitely an anti-kink, though rape games I can deal with — they’re half a step from power games, and I like those. As long as everything is clearly fun and dandy (and non-bloody…), I can handle that.
So, as you can see, I have quite a list of anti-kinks — and a lot of them are common kinks for other people. It means any book of erotica I buy I know there’s going to be some I’m not interested in. That’s fine. It’s true of everyone, after all.
All that said, I’ll probably hand this book off to someone else. The cheating thing, specifically, was a problem for me. I’ll cut before reviewing to avoid any spoilers…