This is my favorite Christmas song. Longfellow wrote this poem in despair over his son going off to fight in the Civil War. Pessimist that I am I sometimes fear that we are on the brink of another Civil War. I pray that Longfellow is right, “God is not dead, nor does He sleep.” But given that “Hate is strong, it mocks this song,” I’m not sure.
So, I was wasting time over at Tumblr as I’m wont to do, and came across a post about female sexuality. The OP decried the fact that we’ve got tons of colloquial expressions for male arousal, but few if any for the same in females. Indeed, there’s not a word even for the fluid that accumulates in the vagina during female arousal. I was like, oh that can’t be true. I’ve been writing romances for twelve years and reading them for nearly forty. Surely I’ve come across a word for this, and I literally could think of none. Someone mentioned “morning dew” which is similar to the male phrase “morning wood,” but that was about it.
It goes without saying that this is driving me crazy. We can’t own our own sexuality if we don’t even have words for it!
Now I know I’ve got the best readers in the world following my blog, not to mention I’m friends with the most amazing word masters in the English language. So here’s the deal; if you’ve come across good female arousal terms, NOT disgusting ones, like “panty snot” (don’t EVEN ask) post them here.
The ancestors walked for nearly two years in Montgomery. We can go four days without spending money. Thanks to the fabulous Monica Mingo for the banner. It’s optimized for Facebook, but I had no trouble using it on Tumblr.
Also, the Ferguson Public Library has PayPal and a button. They’re staying open to support the children in the community that don’t have school. I’m donating this month’s royalty check. Please do what you can. I’ve said this before, libraries literally saved my life and I’ll always stand for them. For my author friends, I don’t see any evidence that they have an ebook collection, but I’m looking into whether they accept book donations. I’ll keep you posted.
After last night’s results I can guarantee, the Republicans are going to initiate a full-court press on YOUR UTERUS. Birth control? Y’all better have some, and stockpile that shit the way they stockpile guns. And btw, get you a gun or at least an ax handle, too.
Yep, that’s all she wrote. IMO this is the funniest (and pithiest) review I’ve ever gotten. The disgust in her tone is so clear that I laugh every time I see that review. Do I agree with her? Nope, I don’t think I’ve ever written a dumb book. Certainly I’ve written some that were better than others, but to my mind Dark Star is an excellent book, but everyone is entitled to their own opinion.
And yes, I’ve gotten reviews that don’t make me laugh. Reviews that were mean spirited or inaccurate. I’ve even had authors send their flying monkeys after me. Some have pissed me off, and y’all know I can be hot headed, but I learned long ago that it’s unprofessional to respond to a review. Let alone the lengths that crazy woman in The Guardian article went to. I know it’s a common trope that we authors think of these books as our children. (Don’t ask me where that comes from, after all, we don’t sell our children! At least I hope not. To me it ranks right up there with that “I would write for free bullshit. No hell I wouldn’t!) But they are like our children in one way only; once we launch them into the world there’s nothing we can do about how the world receives them. It’s crucial that we as professionals recognize this fact, and, if nothing else, get some friends who will reign you in when the crazy strikes. Because, damn,
I’m extending my offer indefinitely. Give to Africare and receive a free copy of any book in my backlist. Simply email me the receipt and get your free book. And thank you ever so much.
A video made in response to the mockery of Laverne Cox supporting a convicted child rapist and murderer.
Right now I’m absolutely incandescent with rage. So angry I can’t see straight. So I’ll just stick to the facts. In 1993 a depraved monster raped and defiled a tiny sprite of a girl by the name of Ebony Nicole Williams. I tried to find a picture of her, but have been unable to do so. She was only 13 years old. A baby. He cut her to ribbons. Set her on fire and threw her over an overpass like a piece of discarded garbage. They had to use her dental records to identify her. Her mother had to sit through the trial of the monstrous piece of shit that killed her baby. Watching him smirking as they weighed his guilt or innocence. He was sentenced to life in prison.
Now it’s more than twenty years later, and this person has decided he is a woman, and is entitled to a sex change operation on the taxpayers dime. He would then like to be relocated to a women’s prison. Yeah, wouldn’t they all? This would be laughable if celebrity trans woman and Emmy nominee Laverne Cox had not decided to throw his considerable celebrity power behind this bit of fuckery. See, to Cox, trans is the only that matters. The fact that a little black girl was murdered and defiled is of no consequence. He even tried to horn in on the recent Twitter campaign over the murder of Michael Brown.
As always Gallus Mag has the receipts. Read it if you want to be incited to an almost intolerable level of rage like I am. Just thinking about the horrific pain and suffering that child endured is enough to make me want to scream. As a mother, I cannot imagine how much pain her poor mother has withstood. Now to have a major celebrity championing the cause of the despicable animal that took her baby’s life. I, I just can’t even conceive of such a thing.
There is Change.org petition to have this sonofabitch removed from his TV show. Let’s shut this shit down now.
Fortunately, someone sent me a picture of little Ebony, may she rest in peace.
#Laverne Cox #justiceforebony
Read this thread. (I’m stunned they haven’t taken it down, the racism on it is absolutely nauseating). Be on the receiving end of that shit for a couple of decades then come again to ask me why anyone in their right mind would be welcoming them with open arms. They pushed us out. Rejected us. Treated us like absolute shit. I’ll never forget the fight my good friend Monica Jackson, God rest her soul, fought on this issue. I’l never forget the way I, and other authors like me were treated and continue to be treated. They made damned sure we had no access to mainstream publishing. Even as they ooh and aah over rock star romances, a sub genre Crystal Hubbard and I created nearly ten fucking years ago. So please, don’t tell me I should change my stance.
That thread is my own personal Kristallnacht. I’m pretty sure I’ll go to my grave thinking about it and a dozen more like it and worse. You pushed us out of publishing. Claimed we were inferior. Less than. Worthy of being ghettoized. Now that your perfect little world has been turned upside down, you show up here to push us out of our own house. Fuck no. This will not pass and yes I’m here to kick you out any way I can.
This is a genre we black women created from nothing. I remember deliberately buying books in the bookstore, not Walmart because I wanted to make sure they counted. I would buy every book on the shelf, despite my meager grad student income. I wanted publishers to know that there was an audience. I remember the love and compassion my readers have supported me with for nearly a decade now. Our readers are the salt of the earth, and surprise, surprise, no you’re not entitled to them. You haven’t earned them. And I know my mindset isn’t mainstream, but then y’all made goddamned sure I wasn’t mainstream either. So reap the whirlwind. Or not. I couldn’t give a goddamn. Next.