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An Update

Hello my few fans,

I’m sorry I have not posted anything in such a long while. I’ve been very busy.

Firstly, I got a job at McDonalds at the beginning of the year. Its been going okay. Its not a career, but it helps me buy diapers for my son.

Second, I found out that I’m pregnant again. Hopefully a little girl this time. I had a trip to the hospital because of severe abdominal pains, and the cause was a combination of dehydration and the discomforts of pregnancy. I’m all right, but now I’m drinking more water, and thus visiting the bathroom more often.

Third, I’ve signed up for another anthology, deadline in December. 10K words to write. I’m a little nervous. I might make it a month goal. Like camp nano, only on my own. I might post my daily word count for that story. Maybe.

Fourth, I’ve applied for the associate editor position at The Sun Magazine. I haven’t heard anything yet, but I’m hoping to. Its going to be a great work for me. Plus, I could do the editing from home here in Virginia. Wish me luck.

Fifth, I’m working on my novel, which is taking a while. Plus the second edition of Murder by the Letters has to be prepared. I have to find stock image to send to the cover designer, and prepare everything so its ready come October when all the stories come in.

Lastly, I’ve been binge watching Call the Midwife, series four. I can’t help it. Plus, father’s day and anniversary shopping.

Thank you for reading.


Sexual Harassment on the Interwebs

I just wanted to give you a little story of something that happened over the last month.

I made a comment on a Youtube video by Laci Green. She’s a well-known youtuber who runs a series called Sex +. In that series she talks about different sexual subject for each video. The one I commented on was her video about anal sex.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83lo7OqruJI

The comment was me bragging about my husband and our sex life. Another viewer (not going to mention names) decided to proposition me. When I said “no” he continued to pester me, despite the fact that I had said no two time before. My red flag went off. He was sexually harassing me over the internet.

Now, I know what you’re going to say:

“Why didn’t you block him immediately?”

“You should have reported him.”

No. What should happen is when I say “no” he should have backed off. When a woman says “no” it doesn’t mean, come at me honey! I really think Meg from Hercules said it best:

“Well, you know how men are. They think ‘No’ means ‘Yes’ and ‘Get lost’ means ‘Take me, I’m yours.'”

did eventually block and reported him. My husband even emailed him. And that’s what got him to apologize. Not the “no” and not the rants I gave him. I had to be protected by another man before he took me seriously. That’s not right.

That is rape culture, ladies and gentlemen. That right there. And I sincerely hope no other woman comes across him, because he’s a potential rapist.

Note: I can only talk about these experiences from the point of view as a cisgendered white female. If you want to share your own stories, go ahead and do so in the comments below. 

Clements, Ron and John Musker. 1997. Hercules. Film. 2014.


After Jason Todd

Nice family.

Fixin’ a pie.

All Mistah J

 

and I wanted.

B-man ruined it.

Puddin’s dead.

 

I had to run

for it, escaping

the flames.

 

Lived in hiding,

keeping away

from B-man,

 

had a girl

in a pretty

pink crib.

 

She grew up,

gave me granddaughters,

the Dee Dees.

 

Troubling duo,

twins in the fights,

always in jail.

 


Romantic Origin

You laughed

as we drove 

away. I busted

you out, Puddin’.

I busted you out.

 

You threw me out

our door, green hair

a brandished weapon.

I had to prove myself,

make you laugh.

 

I remember

seeing you the first

time. Grin

menacing. A rose

in my office. A note.

 

I caught him,

Mistah J.

He hung upside

down. Piranhas.

You didn’t appreciate

it. I fell from the window.

 

Puddin’ you made

me laugh. Arkham

had been my choice,

not yours, Love.

And you made me laugh.


Sections of a Former Psychiatrist’s Diary

Black lipstick

Red and Black

The babies snap

at the bone,

fighting over it.

Puddin’ planning.

 

Stupid B-Man

hurting Mistah J.

The hat never

comes off

blond hair.

 

Kicked out again

staying at Red’s.

Her plants terrify

me. B-Man

can’t stop us.

 

I missed my puddin’

Missed how rough

he pulled my hair.

The smacks when

I grab the wrong gun.

 

My puddin’s frustrated

Not even revving

me up helps his mood.

I hate B-Man

so do my babies.


Dismembered: They Had it Coming…

Dismembered: They Had it Coming…

When an online writing group full of sick and twisted people, decide to take on the subject of murder… this is what happens. ‘The Unblocked Writers Group’ was started on facebook in 2010. On most days, they are content with the usual activities—sharing writing tips, posting excerpts of their current projects, hi-jacking posts with what they believe to be witty commentary and generally finding newer and more creative ways to drive each other nuts. However, once they were challenged to create their best fictional murder story in flash-fiction format, all hell broke loose. ‘Dis-Membered’ is a collection of short narratives from 12 writers with one mission: crafting the untimely and gruesome demise of whoever they felt had it coming. With tactics ranging from subtle acts of deceit and trickery to raw and savage depravity, they combined to leave a trail of bodies on the page. In the end, no one was safe from their wrath—not even their fellow group members.

 

My short story “Welcome to the Afterlife” was published in this anthology. Available on Kindle and paperback.


Making Love

Dominatus‘ new one

is done already.

She looks beautiful.

 

From the fifties,

my love.

 

I watch him work.

He goes over to his old one.

I watch him take

 

out his scalpel.

He slid it over the skin

of her throat seductively.

 

He was having sex

with her, using

his scalpel.

 

I love you,

my darling April.

You are my showers.

 

His voice was melodic.

The scalpel penetrated

her epidermis and slashed.

 

She now wore a red dress.