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Sex = Risk. Risk = Cost of Chance. Chance = Spice of Life.

kathleen_k, sexotica, erotica, fiction, countercultureAt the cellular level, sex = risk.  You can change the course of somebody’s life, including your own, when you exchange vital fluids in this manner.  In all our days, we have yet to really tame the Pregnancy Enigma.  Why that baby then?  Why not the other baby now?  What comprises a baby: corporeal elements like blood and bone and brain or existential elements like who’s your daddy and what state is mommy in at this moment?  We all know the science and culture of conception but meaningful birth control eludes us.  Conception is a cardinal power, we really do not make it happen no matter how hard we try.   It is bigger than us to spark life on mere command, our mechanical interventions are clumsy but work for some.  Whether we try to tame it in the lab or just set it free in the corn fields, sex makes babies.  Life is persistent!!

It’s hard to believe that basic fact at times, when you’re knocking along without a scare, your barriers are holding or your fingers are crossed just right. You may think intellectually about what you believe is your reproductive plan but there are choices to be made when you’ve caught a live one.  This is where the power rests on humans, to continue or to end the gestation.  Post-miracle-of-life stuff.  Every egg ultimately tossed to chance, which genetic dibs and dabs might be swimming by… these actions are only partially conscious choices.   Ovulation is a sequence which once completed leaves an egg in the tube.  We might nudge and push that egg schedule around and try to hocus-pocus up some babies in an invasive manner.    Every pregnancy is a roll of the dice, unique, discrete, and fragile.

That’s the problem I hear about the most, when people examine the risk of interactive sex and it is not just fearing “the herp” but of having a kid at the wrong time or with the wrong person or even with best intentions it all goes bad.  I do not diminish the need for care and caution even as I advocate for more analysis.  What do you want, what can you sustain, where are the anchors?  Honest self-appraisal:  are you ready, are you fit, are you committed?  So hard to tell the truth about yourself at least twenty years into the future:  you just want to love-fuck free and easy, not worry, be happy, share and party yet still at the root is the cosmic spark of risk for which we hunger at times or is thrust upon us.

No battle of the sexes after the point of conception, it is an ordained power that women can encapsulate another being in her body in a way that no man can or ever has (absent the anomalies proving the rule) and so we divide here: us women and them men.  Women are the physical embodiment of what is a mind-blowing IDEA to men, pregnancy is a process men can only watch once they instigate it (or if they violently interfere).  They may never even know (for sure) it is their biological child.  Fatherhood is an act of faith with society via the mother, to sponsor a child.   Matrilineage has usually been trackable by society embodied in caretaking and custody; patrilineage more about name and station, ego and fame.  For centuries we could not even know paternity for sure… DNA was not a factor until this brief flip of time.  We humans are rooted in the idea we cannot know paternity for sure, it is the majority of our racial memory to trust the parentage as reported in the records, or by tribal rule or whatever.  Maury Povich isn’t the only challenger to that!

The more often more of us think carefully about pregnancy, the better chance our children have of being welcomed to a world made ready for them.


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To a lesser degree, the disfiguring and fatal sexual diseases are rooted in science and numbers too, you do not have to sex with a lot of people to get an STD, you have to make yourself vulnerable to one person with that STD… there are symptoms and odds and all the rest but at a microbiobial level there’s a spark or there is not.

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A Musing: Setting Free the Kites – Alex George ***** Word on Belva Plain – Daniel Lowe – Sascha Arango

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Alex George has written a very good read: Setting Free the Kites.  This is high praise for rowdier readers who can open to many topics as long as the skill and intent to communicate manifest.  This is a well-paced multi-threaded story that deserves to be consumed page by page.  It provides a generational view point of friendship, disappointment, expectation and choice that lets you judge the characters as you would anyone you know…. that is an investment in this writing.  So many bad books are published that when you find one with actual themes and structure [again with the airborne] you want to 5-star it so it sparkles for other hunters.  He has another book and I’ve already got it coming my way which is the highest indication of Alex George’s acumen.  Call it ‘special sauce’ or whatever, he entertained me thoroughly and I wish to give him another chance.

Setting Free the Kites is a long internal monolog with the narrator who may change voices but never loses his perspective, we hit the white rapids of the ending knowing at least he’s in our boat, we’re going to have to get through it because the book is all about outcome of choices which can never be known before choosing (you can guess a few).  That is the art form of the novel for me, the engagement of the reader in the subjective landscape set by the book.


COMMENTARY:  I stopped reading for over a year due to medical complications, the words were dead on the page to me although I could “read” news articles and the like.  I could not engage with the writer’s writing.  Reading had been my stalwart companion from earliest memory, Bible with Granny W., school, biographies of the saints is morality porn for Catholic girls… I was schooled to emulate The Mother of All, The Vessel of Virtue.  The art and intent of what I read set the tone for me for all time.  I love to hear people’s stories of how they began reading for fun, for themselves, because it soothed and excited them.  I could RELATE.  I am thrilled to say the reading writing trickled back to me from my sub-clan of rowdier readers, I once again can exploit this transport via the voice of another.


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I am re-reading Belva Plain and I encourage you to surrender to her “living history” in the love stories she has given us, finely drawn character and culture on display, the good and bad, deftly written in that soft-sure tone that the reader recognizes as moral authority.  You can sense the evil, the hope, the effort vs. laziness; petty jealousies can turn the world, as fate and free will impact the direction of people’s lives.  Her themes may work at certain times in your life, when you can open to the ridiculous displacement caused by history [since proximity is an element in love].  She writes of a different age of immigrants but at the center is her understanding that a person starts in a place and may go to another place, or many places, or stay rooted, but they retain the seed of their character even as it is lured by sun and shade.  Belva Plain played out her narrative lines as she saw fit, sometimes surprising us, because being complacent with anything is a risk.


SPECIEL MENTION: 

The Truth and Other Lies by Sascha Arango

All That’s Left to Tell by Daniel Lowe

Both these books really stretch the meaning of “narrative line” and fascinated me in structure, content, and delivery. I don’t know how much you are reading these days but I’d put either or both on the short list for writers to read.  Perhaps my own latitude forms a kinship with those who make up truth so convincingly.

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The Joy of Roy: The abiding talent to dance

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Roy Stevens – Dancer

There is an existential tug for every artist who does not make their living through that art; the real-world intrusion of responsibility and freedom that is driven by income fights the time, effort and energy to continue to develop and deploy an artistic “product” that will not pay for itself in a traditional sense.

I used IT money to fund my writing life; I saw musical friends tend bar or become nurses so they could gig on weekends.  It’s not an unusual blend and one such person made this choice to have a good life he shared with my friend.

It’s worth mentioning Roy Stevens because the strength of commitment to living two lives is not easy.  I will say it usually is born of abiding talent because a dilettante interest will simply fade away.  The lightning-strike of fame and fortune for writers, artists, dancers, rappers is hard to attract so what’s a writer-artist-dancer-rapper to do?  That whole starving artist lifestyle doesn’t really work over a lifetime.  A true artist doesn’t stop what they love but an adult artist may need to fund a home, raise a family, all that real world stuff carved out between activities that feed the art/soul born within.

So Roy Stevens worked a “real” job and pursued dance until he died too young, too quickly, a loss for many and reminder to some that you DO what you are born to do, and make peace with the rest of the stuff you have to do to do that!

 

 

 

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A cauldron of fire holds the disembodied yowl of my sex…

There is something timeless in a pithy Tweet, the limit of characters and the linearity of presentation makes it a matter of carving carefully while thinking graphically.

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At the root of my dick is a cauldron of fire to hold the disembodied yowl of my sex. She puts her lips right there & whispers to it.

@KathleenKxxx


I haven’t been blogging lately (it was a To Do marked Done at 100 posts).  The Twittering flutters along because that is the essence of my “flair”, a poetic sense of economy in phrasing and a silly willful wink at our love∞sex obsession.

I encourage you to read more, and read differently (new authors, new medium, new time of day or era of time) so that you engage your brain in the wonder that is our written word built out of our spoken word.  This is our tribal knowledge, and use of language “speaks volumes” about a person or a group.

Just as an example of what language IS:  To be caught saying vile abusive things is not an “incident”, it is a MIND SET.  Times change but deep down character does not.  It doesn’t matter if you did what you bragged about doing, it is notable you think bragging about it is cool.  It isn’t that you shouldn’t have said it, you shouldn’t even (admit you) think it.  We can’t police your thoughts but we can infer a lot from your statements.  Lewd language can be ‘flirty-dirty’ but we cannot tolerate ‘rancid’.  It is the ingrained habitual disregard for dignity by the speaker toward the spoken-of that finally drags the ugly out where we can see it.

I ride the line between risqué and ridiculous so I know that verbal disrespect is a tone thing, and is of the moment, but that the longer-range intent of a statement will ring through.  The best defense against offensive statements is an arsenal of alternate language.  School yourself in our collective intelligence so you too enrich the world with your particular way of thinking.  Shut down the thoughtless and the crude because they are wasting your time.  Be brief, be firm, and then be gone from them.  You get only so many breaths to waft words into the air, be prudent!  Your ears drum only so much, listen carefully.

Rowdier Readers, check this out:

Shirley Jackson http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/books/2016/10/ruth_franklin_s_biography_of_shirley_jackson_reviewed.html

25th Anniversary of Anita Hill’s outing her boss:

http://www.slate.com/articles/double_x/doublex/2016/10/anita_hill_paved_the_way_for_trump_s_accusers_to_step_forward.html

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To quiet the murmur, you must stop the heart. Then start anew (again).

kathleen_k_indie_author_publisher_sexotic_commentaryTo quiet the murmur, you must stop the heart.
We wait to intervene, watch and listen
for decades until one day the murmur is urgent.  My aortic valve was all flapped out
and needed intervention.   Communique received!  In the intervening years after diagnosis, surgical techniques had evolved and I benefitted from this happening in 2016 and not 1996.  Upside!

So it came to be that I myself said, “yes” (to a cardiac surgery team), “yes”, you may turn me off (bypass my central power pack), do what you do inside of me.  Scale of Decision:  what takes five hours for cardiac team to accomplish demands eight weeks for me to recover from in best scenario.  And even if the team, praise be, successfully turns me back on, the murmur will be… not gone, but quieter, manageable, survivable for a longer while more.  (Yes, please.)

Beyond that?  Who can say.  Reboots are tricky.  But, oh so re-empowering when they work.  It is a journey; I have changed if only on a finitudinal level.  {Extra credit:  please read here.}  You happen to have a Reboot Moment in your own life?  A core value-action-element that forces you to proceed, retreat, or halt and wonder what are you doing day-to-day to paint the big picture of your life?Ordinal vs Cardinal -Omega-exp-omega-labeled_svgThis is the battle, literal and lyrical, in my new post-op phase, to make sense of the ordinal ‘energy’ categories we each try to balance: faith, expectation, and effort.  Even when we can’t hope to understand the math we do sense the logic within.  I am enjoying 60+ years, fully lived, lucky and blessed, while paying the toll for bad habits.  Yet I risked it all this summer to gain a chance for even more.  If you have such a choice to make, swerve toward the brave and deep-down daring, arrange to do what is true of you through the days and phases you’ve accumulated.  Time doesn’t stop; once loved, ever loved.

These are all very existential concepts that surround any change in lifestyle.  What do we, each of us, choose to do with our life time?  And a baseline question is how closely you assess your progress so far.

My overall soul-goal incorporated my equilibrium in the world, to be judged first and wholly human without the female tag.  I saw gender as irrelevant in most areas:  I worked in a man’s profession of business computers, wrote in the male bailiwick of erotica and voyeurism, married a man, raised a son… and within all of that lay the mother-lode for me:  women are not lesser because men are not greater.  The issue is establishing parity when components are not replicated exactly — not only between genders but within them.  We had Phyllis Schlafly to define conservative values when the Boomers were rolling through in waves, followed by a plucked and tightly-wound Ann Coulter acting as a deceptive honey trap for the ridiculously exclusionary.  The fact is an elitist view is self-defeating because closing yourself off will not advance your agenda, right or wrong the numbers rumble in.

We can demonstrate that any advancement of stability in a distressed society ultimately advances the family which strengthens the children (= the tribe).  The Internet has helped expose the dark hearts of many institutional “entities” and by that I mean the administrators and deputies and chancellors who hushed/hid sexual and fiscal infractions whether their doing so was misguided or malicious (as long as it was deliberate).  Whistleblowers needed protection to tell the truth.  The shaming of victims is a tell-tale sign of fear that the perpetrators could do even worse if angered which is the hell of mid-level management because it is your fault you can’t stop them.  The Kennedy-era US could contain the ‘naughty’ news when it only had 3 broadcast channels with effective choke-points of printed distribution by region, but I saw that change so that I could broadcast my counterculture writing on the world wide wonderful web in 1997.  And the changes kept coming…

Played along and still do.

Finally there is a ‘mindfulness’ that women can and must speak, and that in fact it isn’t about women (gender) but persons (existence).  At the core of all our “faith” is that we are unique creatures who cannot explain our own creation.  Life-energy itself cannot be created by us and therein lies the divide between what we “know” and what is true even if we don’t “know” it.  We bow to a greater power than our own, no matter how expressed, that rewards kindness and courage and survival with dignity and persists through the random skittering of the living.  The strongest message is to let others live, stay out of their way, mind your own business.  Like, you don’t have to love thy neighbor, just don’t interfere with them.   Tolerance conserves strength, rabid reactions are a waste of energy.  Keep your attention on your own choices, and bless the chance to do better starting with your inner circle of family and community, because it matters there the most.

I’ve watched the expectations of society change through these last five decades because the norms are shifting; I participated in it, I am a product of it.  The message: Your choices matter.  To partner, to parent, to create… all of these things are driven forward by choice and then valued as years pass.  I have an abiding interest in how we treat ourselves and each other individually to be used as clues to our species’ fate.  And it isn’t all about “big” stuff, it is as prosaic as who you mingle with when it matters, who you cook for at dinner time.

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I am still a counter-culture writer and indie book print-on-demand publisher even after a long period where e-books were said to have destroyed tangible analog books.  Oops, not true:  of course online access to the words changes things and will continue to do so but the actual experiencing of a book does not involve a digital rendering.  An analog book is a singular physical copy that has heft and shape and history (new, used?) and that is my world of choice rekindled-validated.  At my “heart”, I find myself carving the loving language with a dash of sass then embodying it for once and all in a 5.25×8″ perfect-bound specific edition of about 140 pages.  Portable, affordable, and geared to rowdier readers.


 

Rowdier Reader Litmus test:  check out Twitter for @KathleenKxxx – NSFW


Watch the people in the background of this video, what a masterful story of presumption and tolerance is told here:  BONUS TRACK:  Adam Lambert – Another Lonely Night

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HempFest – 25th Anniversary of a Protestival in Seattle – Welcome, weedies.

kathleen_k_stoner_with_a_bonerRead this:  https://www.amazon.com/Protestival-Seattle-Hempfest-Year-Retrospective/dp/B005JTK6QU

The medical liberation of marijuana truly matters but please don’t downplay the silly blaze prized for its own grace.

Consider the slow and steady grind to pot legalization, the States are rolling up pot with the liquor and tobacco in spite of the FDA’s wrong-headed categorization of weed as dangerous.  Instead of listing it as herbal and worth study; they implement this idea with our money to frustrate our legitimate inquiry.  We all “know” weed works somehow with the brain and mostly the effects are positive.  The fact is the more we know then the better we dose: some pot strains take the floaty-head stuff out and leave the pain relief, others go for sustaining waves of synapse jazz.

Marijuana enables some to lower dosages of more powerful pain meds, it can enhance an expansive hopeful attitude to buoy the spirit in times of illness, even if only by a strong social association with peace, love, and rock and roll.

In the spirit of HempFest weekend, when minds roam free, here’s something to think about since the Pot War is over.  Love∞sex, anyone?

https://kathleenkbooks.com/2015/03/23/too-much-porn-not-enough-sex-learn-to-ride-the-tide/

 

 

 

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This mother says if you want a good love life, masturbate better [and together]

kathleen_k_books_erotica_masturbationWhether or not there are mothers in your vicinity, their influence permeates the world.  I honor all the forms of nurturing that make a mother vital, forging a primary bond not defined by gender alone but by action over time, reinforced through generations. In that spirit, anybody who has ever been a child in a loving-functioning home should honor those who shield(ed) and raise(d) them for the effort itself.


This is a rework of last year’s column plus the PSA presented here as a public service.  Take care of yourself.


Along the lines that practice makes perfect, it is important for a person to learn to operate themselves properly, in all ways, including their sensuous sexual expression.  The idea of exploring this strength within yourself is the cornerstone of your sex with others.  You can learn to accelerate, drop back, stutter forward, and hold-hold-hold & hold-release.  For men, perhaps they must resist firing up the cum-dumping routine, and shift their goal from completion to completeness.  For women, the same challenge to expand the definition of ‘enough’, enough of what, enough for whom?  Anything you do that slows down the viral merry-go-round of bang-bang hookups is a contribution to the gene pool.

Best wishes to all you mothers out there.    – – May 8, 2016


kathleen_k_sexotic_honey_b_sexual_consultant_eroticaMasturbation serves the body-soul balance, we gain mastery and strengthen our control, learning to merge the sensations of the body with the tumbling thoughts of desire and demand, sass and shame.  Then, narrator Honey would tell you, take a side trip from the direction of your typical physical relationships and work up to masturbating with a potential lover before EVER mingling further.  If you do not, between you, have the grace to figure out how this could be done and find a way to communicate between you, then having traditional sex would be more of the same old thing.  Change it up, toss away the familiar moves and take a chance on provoking a more sophisticated response.

Offering to share tandem pleasure while deferring the more usual approaches to partner-sex shows a glimpse of your character, establishing that you can and do like sex but you reserve the right to proceed at your own pace (a strategy that works equally well with all genders).  Slow fucking down!  Stop fucking so soon, so fast, and actually cultivate a new form of relationship.  If you find yourself thinking you’d be to shy to do that with somebody then you better go back to bed alone and gain a bit more confidence.  Establishing your own solitary threshold sets the bar, asserting what you’ve learned to appreciate, what you discovered you do.

Frankly, the value of sexual self-knowledge makes a great discussion topic for budding lovers, it breaks a long taboo.  If it doesn’t excite you to talk about sexual matters with this person even in theory, this is probably not your person.  If you intend to develop a passionate relationship with an individual, then you must forge that bond carefully.  If you are just fucking around, you may as well fuck off because, truly, you will expand your future if you take that energy home and figure out what makes you feel, what makes you hungry, what causes the commotion required for you to crest and peak?  If you’re at the vertex, what’s in the vortex?

If you can’t achieve orgasm on your own, how ever will you do so with somebody else?  If you ingest online porn without the balance of films, books, forums, discussions, reflection, projection, and actual experience, it is like eating hot sauce for dinner:  not really a food group, and it dulls the palate over time.  If you never bliss-out alone then you might want to tap that well of feelings.  It isn’t only the physical release, it is the heat of memories and fantasies bouncing between the head and the heart and the hole-pole on hand.

For those already intimate, you might review your own self-pleasuring habits.  It is not necessary you surrender your masturbation to your partner, sometimes it is just enough if you acknowledge their right to having a secret schedule.  For others, it is an invitation to vicarious pleasure, gathering up images of a most moving demonstration of trust and vulnerability and daring.  It’s a Show and Tell moment, unclouded by reciprocal incursions.

It’s a kind of courting behavior, this agreeing to come, alone, together, unorthodox as it may seem, but it’s all about the percolating.  You can agree to do it in the dark, through your clothes, or side by side, sharing at first only the sounds and the pace of your control of excitement.  You are elusive yet giving, self-protective not because you are weak but because you are precious.  Your partner confers a similar privilege upon you, the allure of them starting to share their secrets.  Then later, you can masturbate about that!


For rowdier readers — Adapted from Honey B., The Suite Life

He said that in his teens he’d gotten a hold of a men’s bondage magazine, it was his uncle’s, and the feature model looked much like me, especially in the body.  It ricocheted deep in his mind, he’d hallucinated my presence during countless masturbation frenzies, he’d thought of capturing me and making me his prisoner, not to hurt me, oh, no, he wanted to excite me, to please me, to be my abject slave, to sacrifice his very manhood to me if I wanted it.

I was on the sofa, I lifted one leg up over the arm of it, exposing myself to him, coral pink panties stretched tight to cover me but they glistened and seemed to cling. He watched very closely as I opened to him.

The form of masturbating I share this time is a fingers only orgasm, without penetration, a simple clitoral bang that results from indirect intense manipulation of the lips over the slippery button.  I tense my entire body so that I am almost rigid, my ass cheeks are clenched, my legs are stretched out straight, my back arches slightly so I can bear down against my hand, my tits jiggle with the force of my heaving heart.

I never look this tall standing up.

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Sexotic – Erotic Kathleen K. Books – The First Five Years

I set out in 2011 to make print-digital masters of ten of my “previously private publications” within five years; as an experienced book builder I knew exactly what I wanted to have produced for me.  I learned that CreateSpace.com gave me the control I required plus creative insight I had not expected.

kathleenk erotica gender dynamics family life indieThe first book was a trial run, and the book-team assigned to my project popped this image onto it with that choppety font: they caught the mood and carved it on the cover.  Talk about a strong entrance to print-on-demand since that image draws then holds the eye, plus it thumbnails well.  Deciding which book to put into production next is part art and part strategy, author meet publisher (“Enjoy sharing that skull.”).  Joody grabs you long enough to notice there now are other characters-covers around her:  a dozen Kathleen K. Books examine the commotion of emotion around sex∞love and the infinity between.

Bedside readers for the adult mind… erotic & sexotic

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Examine what it means to hide your primary sexual relationship from the people you love but flaunt it in front of strangers. 

Enjoy this flip and witty take on gender dynamics, deliciously explicit, as it probes themes of submission, permission, and admission.

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Vivid family fiction for those who read
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I set three goals for the first five years:  make books, establish online catalog-outreach, and sustain a social media presence.

Twelve books.  100+ posts here.  450+ Tweets.

Done, done and done.

This is the foundation for the next five years.  The turning point may be when I am accepted as a content-provider to an alternative-indie periodical of some sort for print and digital access: a home base from which to syndicate-replicate someday.  I represent a distaff voice, in the tradition of lady wits and witches… sassy, sexy, smart, scorching, and self-contained.  Right now I’m angling to luck across a keen scout who pulls my work forward and sees the business I am building… it’s all about the books.

Another bet that paid off was selecting Kirkus Reviews professional service as a trial-by-fire for the books themselves.  Consistent positive reviews from Kirkus bolster my literary cred, which is especially valuable for the Indie publisher.  “We see you.”

A witty and wise read, especially for fans of tough-minded heroines.

Stainless Mary  Kirkus Reviews Aug. 2012

A beautifully woven novel about an unusual boy… and how he learns to be a father, without having really been a son.

The Lent Hand   Kirkus Reviews  Jan 2013

Quotable tags like these shorthand the type of book it is, indicating the style and tone rather than touting a thriller-killer plot or genre-buzz.  Consider this discussion on how readers might pick their books.

I leverage the GoodReads.com Give Away program to garner hundreds of “looks” from specifically-interested purposeful readers seeking books and willing to invest an actual click.  I can “look back” at the entrants via online profile image and presence: I skim past fast, going for the overall energy.  I’ve worked on the down-low so long, it’s exciting to start the next five years with a more public stance on my planning.  So many people imagine the things they would create if they had an audience but I took the opposite approach, I created what I wanted to create for the challenge-fun of fabricating bedside readers for the adult mind.  Groundwork laid, now I seek the rowdier readers who will at least pull my words to their screen.

Whether it turns out to be squibs of romantic-graphic poetry scattered around a gritty weekly, providing a quick jolt of thinking for the wandering mind, or excerpts serialized from my vignette-rich and scenario-driven books themselves between art-concept glossy covers, I can only imagine.  This sought-after periodical presence would be in the long tradition of actual literature in counter-culture small presses and little magazines.  With Playboy dropping nudes, they are conceding the porn-pic war as rendered irrelevant to their mission, we only hope they stay alive in the literary and arts communities which was the other revolution Hugh Hefner took on.  Remember those glorious interviews and break-out stories between the impossible beauties and those crazy-cool parties “in the Grotto”?  There is more to “getting it” than sex.  What they called a club we now call a community.  Like-minded.

kathleenk_erotica_fiction_books_indieI’m walking fertile ground since Fifty Shades of Grey helped weaken the grip of male-modality in adult entertainment:  those books weren’t about content-quality but about the surge of consumer fever whether or not the literary community approved.  Traditional publishers were aghast at the volume of mommy porn.  Really?  (Really.)  I’m not banking on a book or three, I’m presenting a 12-book collection available online today.

My investment in the actual book masters establishes my freedom, each title is available on demand with no further cost or effort on my part.  It’s a leap of faith to call a book finished, ending that interlude when a character’s bailiwick first exists without public criticism or praise, product of paper-pen-pixels grappling with the ineffable.  And then at one moment in time the writer declares the book to be complete as it will be, the people and places forever captured there.  Now, offered here.

Kathleen K Books — Next Five Year Plan

Produce five book print-digital masters.

Maintain online catalog-blog.

Sustain delivery of reTweetable @KathleenKxxx Tweets or similar evolving “pithy” webiverse.  Reactivate @Potcentric

Continue branding efforts as both a book collection, and as a dozen discrete titles.  To that end, I leave a steady set of markers: I was here, and here… and over here too.  Just linkin’ along.

Thankful.  Hopeful.

November 30, 2015

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Book Lovers’ Book: Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore – Robin Sloan

kathleenk.com_fiction_family_life_booksMr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore mixes old knowledge and new-for-now tech into a quest for perspective.  Robin Sloan earned the praise he’s receiving from the literati, and I admire the competent delivery.  It is one thing to think up an intricate story but it is quite another to properly pace that action using the colloquial structures circa 2013.  Throw in clashing cultures of the printed word (analog, if you will) and the digitized (sanitized) world.wide.wonderful with a feckless (yes, I said it) recorder of the realm.

He stands at the divide of worlds, not known for his decisiveness.  He feels the power and beauty of historic books, and he understands that the internet extracts and compiles information in context of all the other stuff it can get its virtual mind around.  What is lost is the specificity of a single book at a specific point in time in one pair of hands.  Books manifest the more general phenomenon of tribal knowledge: cross-cultural, inter-gender, transnational, and “in the air” obtained by osmosis.   The persistence of almanacs, for instance, speaks to our pattern-recognition preferences.  We love our weather forecasts whether based on a farmer’s reckoning or Doppler’s radar.  Is the sheer abundance of the internet sufficient to grant it supremacy as the sharer of knowledge?

Did you know that ninety-five percent of the internet was only created in the last five years?  But we know when it comes to all human knowledge, the ratio is just the opposite—in fact, [Old Knowledge] accounts for most things that most people know, and have ever known.

  — Raj, of fictionified Google by way of the Stanford geek-feeder stream (per narrator)

Mr. Penumbra is the embodiment of an eccentric old soul, successful in his own odd way it seems, while narrator Clay Jenson is a down-sized web designer who takes the overnight shift at the 24-Hour Bookstore.  Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore is launch point for a mission to unlock the key of life with overt gaming structure applied, another artful bit of weaving.  It is the metaphor for both worlds, and captures the FINITUDE of the narrator’s choices.  There may be many but each one made determines the variables next presented.  If he does, or if he doesn’t, if he is too quick, or too slow… all those choices!  And not just his.  There are cabals and cliques and rogues and the mindless faithful.

What results is a well-written adventure story complete with an interior wisdom delivered successfully at the end:  Everything is already here.


COMMENTARY:

The fact I’m a bookmaker means I took definite satisfaction in the presentation of craft serving “knowledge transfer” that is so well captured in this book.  I happen to fabricate bedside readers for the adult mind.  I work  toward print layout; the book is a physical manifestation of ideas expressed in fonts and escapements.  KathleenKBooks are purpose-built to tuck into the nightstand, vacation tote, Christmas stocking or briefcase.  I surrender them to Kindle format to be e-fingered by people who may get the content but lose the tactile fundament of the book’s very existence.  Each of my books in print weighs a specific something, it has a texture and a layout; it has presence.  All Kindle books feel the same, compressed into the one-size-fits-all screen.

Not that I have anything against technology:  I  fund my indie book biz with money I earn as an IT pro.  I get the Google.

Bookmaking is a venerable art sped up by technology but bottom line is words are human currency.  Reading these words arranged by Robin Sloan is time well spent.

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Interview with the Voice of Sexotica for the Rowdier Reader

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It was my great fortune to be noticed by a lively blog for authors and people who work with them, orchestrated by a bona fide “resource” in the book business.  This compendium voices book-community interests.  I recommend it for indie author-publishers, and book consumers no matter age or station.

Interview with the Voice of Sexotica for the Rowdier

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I’ve included a bit of sexotic text below, just by way of example.  This is an excerpt from Stoner’s Bone of Contention (The Weightless Joint) intended for mature audiences with open minds.  Potcentric, sexotic fictional memoir.


The double-tub with jets and shower hoses was a statement piece, hidden elements like thick insulation and sound baffling were part of the simple luxury of the bedroom suite, the one-armed long couch had crisp fitted slipcovers of washable fabric, there were area rugs (suited to bare bottoms) sitting on top of room rugs (suitable for bare feet) offsetting easy-mop hardwoods and tile pavilions. There were two double bedrooms, four guest beds, because even with one guest there can be the sex bed(s) and the sleep bed(s), there is the option to stop one phase and begin another without the mundane chore of immediate cleanup.

Janna drank sips of bourbon all night long, while I sucked up little hits of pot. It was not our intention to get wasted because the sex was too good to blur. We took breaks, replenished ourselves, we readjusted our framework. Janna gave as good as she got, we overheated from time to time, so ardent that we added too much fuel to the fire. I’d see her eyes glaze and realize I’d been pounding into her with my own eyes closed for a long long time before I looked down and saw her stunned and finished. I eased up, backed off, made the sad decision to disengage and shoot it like a firework.

That private retreat was the only single family dwelling I owned in the city, it was maintained by a different contractor and not part of my property management business. Part of my decision about Janna took this into consideration because I had not allowed these two elements to cross. My party life was my own, I withdrew from the work-a-day world reassured my real stuff had been insured, monitored, was waiting for me. Lead me to the luxurious linen and sturdy furniture. Layers of window coverings from sheer to blackout: I had designed window shades that snapped to the sill. Each bedroom and the smoking den were ventilated by silent fans, with slim radiators featuring artsy dials setting low to high, and dimmers on the light switches; this was a polypurpose place.

The availability of four double beds led to many combinations of guests so the rooms were filled with sensual memories. Someone like Janna meant so much more because she shared it with me and turned it to her advantage. She understood how cute she looked tummy-down on the ottoman so I could stare, stupefied, at her flaring ass then track the crack to her darkness. Eventually she’d lean on her forearms, straightening her legs to rise then bending her knees to settle in for round two of teasing. More of her hints were exposed but nothing… tangible. I felt her promise.

She put this show on in the smoking den, so I could toke along, phases settling one atop another until she grabbed her own ass cheeks and pried them open, pulled them up-out-back to show me my ultimate target, commanding me to take aim.

She wanted what I wanted, good hot balling, letting the carnal rule, laughing when I growled up into her pussy as I twisted her tits, feeling her buck and knowing I’d be mounting her soon, not yet, but soon, so I was all the more serious about heating her up. Nothing gleams like a wet cunny, weeping with the desire to be filled, crying for cock. Not all women ever get to feel that reckless joy but Janna had no qualms about sharing this most extreme hunger for sensation. She didn’t care if it wasn’t pretty, because it was so fucking real. We got off on each other, on our slamming tight and rocking back, we had matching parts and similar intent. She meant to control me through my cock and I intended to let her.

She did me, she let me and made me and prevented me, forestalled and goosed me, those were just her ways of communicating to my preverbal brain to stay on task, this was not about me coming but about me fucking her and riding her and turning her over to re-enter from some other angle. I knew I would come, later, I would spill into her waiting void, but not yet, and not just once.

 

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