Sexy Goal
Goals are sexy. Especially when they come to fruition. Especially when they involve Playboy…
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My Literary Artist and my Healing Artist are having a tug of war. In the middle of my bed. At 2 am…
Read MoreLooking Up
So many times I tried to walk away from the daunting prospect of writing an erotic memoir. But my muses were insistent…
Read MoreWhen Roses Speak
Hard. Transcendent. Sexy. Three words that sum up my latest foray into erotic fiction. I was on deadline last week to submit a story for the Literary Arts division of the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival. I didn’t have much to work with, just some messy notes I’d jotted down last spring when my favorite photographer, Alan Shapiro (he’s amazing) posted a photo of a rose that mesmerized me with her black cherry beauty. She wrapped her thorny stem around my heart, brushed her silky petals up against my ear and whispered: Write me. At the time I was in the throes of...
Read MoreSexy Speech
I found a sexy new way to scare myself. I’ve been so busy with this process of getting my erotic memoir out to the world that I haven’t had much time for running whitewater, skiing the back country or doing erotic photos shoots. So I’ve been going to Toastmasters. It works. I finally worked up the nerve to do my first speech, the Ice Breaker, where I introduce myself to the group. My Inner Catholic Girl and My Inner Stripper showed up. Unlike my previous forays with public speaking, when I read my erotic stories at the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival, my voice didn’t...
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