Category Archives: Sexotic

Do what you do now, and do it again later; “you” are never done.

 

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Inside Title Page Image by Brian Quinn

There is a difference between “non-ending” and “not stopping”.  The production of art, the performance of it, rendering:  it comes and goes in cycles to deepen and season talent.  You cannot live it as a focal point (usually), it is not a fulcrum.  Talent strikes more than those of whom we know, the other part of success is the planning and execution, luck and inevitability, that draws an audience, hopefully leads to a following.  Such spirit creates the energy for Half Magic on Hulu TV, pushing for women to satisfy their own desires.  This is more about mating than dating in the long run, with whom can you share life?  Don’t keep score but surely balance the exchange.

We need people like this group who pop up elsewhere as actors, directors.  [Brooklyn Nine-Nine anyone?]

I make books and have banked a dozen of them with more to come; I let them grow their own interest with a few commercial reviews and giveaways.  They exist, diamonds no longer in the rough but polished and on exhibit.  The same as so many talents although prodigious that are unknown to others.  It’s a pyramid of fame that is not controlled by talent alone.  Breakthrough is rare; it strikes like lightning, fizzes out the same.

That best-seller validation for a book, for instance, is a commercial purpose, you cannot take it as a sign of value (quality) for that is intrinsic to the object.  Whatever it is worth at the moment or over time is infused in its assembly and remains with it.  It might fall out of fashion, or catch a wave of appreciation, but in and of itself it represents the work-effort that created it.  That is the building of a legacy, a presence beyond the mere idea of being recognized in life.  You must DO that, prepare for it then pursue it, paint or sew or construct as only you do.

When it is time to produce, then pay attention to the details and do a good job of it.  Immerse yourself in the elements, allow others their perspective, so that in the end you have created something powerful.  I did this with a dozen words and a pen name like the book art featured here by Brian Quinn.   I asked for a book cover for Dark Prince, Heed Thy Queen; we selected another of his works for that purpose since it had to be easily interpreted in miniature for book ads.  This image posted here was used as inside book art, a rare expense in production that was well worth it because it so strongly captured the theme of the book:  he’s dark and looming and yet she’s central and powerful.  It’s not black and white, it is full of tone and shading, it starts a story in a still frame.

It is not only in the creation of art but in the supporting of it that a culture deepens, so please do go to a photo exhibit, buy art from a café wall…. hit my website for a nicely priced book.  We bemoan a weakening of our culture but please remember our choices and actions build that framework.  Bid on a kid’s art piece at the school auction, who knows who you’ll inspire!

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Let’s discuss sex∞love and the infinity between

I deliberately produce erotic-sexotic-graphic-romantic-pragmatic and comical commentary on sex∞love and the infinity between because it gets a strong response from people who want to think about the worlds of desire and denial.  I started fabricating print & Kindle books four years ago; I hoped then I’d be here now but only a few chosen pre-readers did too, sort of.  As each book bounced in from its oddly thoughtful thematic scene (stoners, voyeurs, sexual consultants & etc.), the reputation of my writing skill grew: ‘intelligent, inventive, and sharp’ aren’t words often paired with porn and sadly seldom with erotica.  Sex-writing is dismissed as (supposedly) easy to do because it’s all “Come, baby, come….” dialog (Sweet Talkers), besides, who couldn’t strip down a moment of surrender, you know, if they wanted to (Arching Over, Collected Collections of Graphic Poetry):

panties… raw silk… textured

you left them on me

until the last possible instant

peeled away the dainties

held the fragrant dampness to your face

and cried out

came in

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I had the chance to review my progress with the book biz overall when I crossed paths with a rowdier reader a week ago and gave an overview that I hadn’t presented lately. It is one of those moments from the chronosynclastic infundibulum where time warps and your existence shatter-multiplies.  I am simultaneously my purely book-driven self, yet remain sharply professional on the non-book job.  These aren’t worlds I mix; I keep the energy streams separate.  It’s like seeing a clerk from your church playing in a jug band at a bar.  Blink. Re-sort.  Re-think.

Juxtaposition works with story tellers-listeners because humans are pattern-recognition fiends.  It’s in our language, our fabrics, our music.  We even see them when they’re not there (conspiracy theorists and Jesus on toast).  Humor is the ultimate use of this ‘flip’ phenomenon precisely because it breaks you out of the expected thought.  When language is quick and witty, it speeds up the listener’s insight-acuity a notch.  Carefully crafted yet casually tossed off, the snap of a perfect comeback (or come on) is a tool of the fast thinker, scattering bon mots for the clever to recognize.  Done right, the target may not feel the sting but it will itch later!  (Did she really say that?  To me?)

Delivering sex talk with that tension-relief of sass and sympathy has allowed me to structure a dozen books for readers to romp through (and tromp on).  It isn’t linear reading like mystery or history where you must proceed as paced by the writer, you can pop any of my books open and pretty much understand who is doing what to/with/for/on/in/around whom.   I use formal language structures to confine chaotic emotional commotion.  The language is freewheeling for maximum synergy.

Same-so my Twitterings @KathleenKxxx  For me, Tweets are a chance to get pithy with it about once a week.  I carve out a thought to fit the teeny-tiny spot reserved for that message.  It’s a puzzle with very few pieces.  In the accumulation of these, my themes are revealed: think about sex∞love.  What a wonderful thought-provoking channel it could be (grossly polluted by over-use of the m$me$me), when we should be lightly touching ideas with what could be a magnifying telescopic x-ray… what precisely am I invoking today?  People like to cogitate on sex±love (together and apart).  That I know.

kathleenk_erotica_books_dark_prince_sexoticAnd once in a while a little bit of lighting hits one the many rods I’ve set to attract attention… ZAP

KIRKUS FEATURED REVIEW July 2015 

The thing is, you can’t buy praise from this professional reviewing service.  You pay a flat fee then toss in the book and that’s that.  The rest of it is luck and timing and momentum in the market and who knows what else has to rub together to spark my book to catch somebody’s eye.  A great cover helps!  See Brian Quinn 

KIRKUS SAYS TO ME:  Your review for “Dark Prince, Heed Thy Queen” was selected by our Indie Editors to be featured in Kirkus Reviews 7/15 Issue. Congratulations! Your review will appear as one of the 35 reviews in the Indie section of the magazine which is sent out to over 5,200 industry professionals (librarians, distributors, publishers, agents, etc.) Less than 10% of our Indie reviews are chosen for this, so it’s a great honor.

Heartfelt thanks to one and all, especially the GoodReaders who review their Giveaway, prizes, know that  I appreciate your encouragement.  Your responses lend the books credibility because they’ve been tested by the best:  actual individuals spending their own energy to read and react to words arranged just so.

Treat yourself to an end-of-summer read, or gift one to a friend.  Think  of it as the best of both worlds: hot, and chill.

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Human Penis Info: Putting it in… perspective

kathleen_k_writer_erotica_sexotica_books_poetryNothing new about the meat market!

Let’s toss some science and evolution into the endless contemplation of the human penis and its role in history.  Since comparative measurement is at the heart of much of the angst about the human penis, perhaps instead of comparing them to each other, we can cross species and be glad for the tool granted to all the human brethren.  You’re hanging huge among the placental mammals, dudes.  Relax.

“…the human penis is larger than that of any other primate, both in proportion to body size and in absolute terms.”  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penis

Why Don’t We Have a Better Condom?  Good question, discussed here.

Australians Working on Better Condom

Scientists from the University of Wollongong are designing ultra-durable condoms they claim could feel even better than nothing at all.
The contraceptive is made with hydrogel, a strong and flexible solid which can be made to feel and act like human tissue.
The groundbreaking design will eventually offer functions like self-lubrication, topical drug delivery, and even electric conductivity, dramatically changing the capacity of male contraception, reports Science Alert.

We can also investigate erecting the barrier from the inside out:  female condom news.

We’re getting the science right but the emotions are still all over the map.  The extreme penis enlargement done by this guy shows his lack of understanding of the purpose and functionality that underlie the existential value of the organ.  He’s outsized it, literally.  It cannot fit anywhere it was intended to fit.  It is on constant display as a rupture in his ego, more so than those huge boob-balloons which to be fair do not prevent sexual connection.  What burbles beneath our preoccupation is the general tension over penis endowments.  Women worry less about the size of a man’s penis than she does about his own assessment of that size and how it affects their relationship.

For whatever reason(s), men resist the obvious truth that they have the normal amount of stuff to work with, are in competition with similarly-sized males, and whatever it is they do have is prized by their partner.  My message:  physique and technique.  Assess what you have, make peace with it.  Then, learn to put it to good use.  Many women don’t actually experience all that many men, so you can narrow your sample size.  It isn’t you amongst the millions, it is you and the select how-many-ever-but-not-likely-millions she accepted before, during and after you.  Make your time together memorable and you’ll loom large in her dreams.

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Giving Away Sexotica: Dark Prince, Heed Thy Queen

kathleenk_erotica_books_dark_prince_sexoticI have been using the Goodreads.com site to give away ten copies of a book every month in the hopes they will be granted a fair look-see by the potential contestants and be reviewed by the winners.  This month I’m sharing Dark Prince, Heed Thy Queen, one of the sexotic titles in my diversified collection of fiction, erotica, curiosa and poetry for rowdier readers.  Giveaway Ends:  March 31, 2015.

He’s planning all the battles, but she’s winning the war.

Dark Prince, Heed Thy Queen is all about roles and reversals: bad boy meets good girl, or is it the other way around? Maybe it’s a triple flip and they’re both bad… Examine what it means to hide your primary sexual relationship from people you love but flaunt that same relationship in front of strangers. These two meet at a party and in that instant close off their real lives to reach deep into their fantasies. They step away from everything they know to establish an intimate atmosphere of risk and fulfillment.

This wasn’t romance, it went way beyond that. They were off the grid, powered by the kind of feelings that blow apart a “real” relationship. They were removed from time and place, in an epic struggle to out-satisfy each other at their deepest darkest core. They created an autocratic realm unto themselves where ageless appetites ruled in and for the moment – and the moment was all.

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


For those who do not read explicit adult material, the idea of ‘sexotica’ as differentiated from ‘erotica’ is hard to support.  Sexotic books are frank and explicit, specific and particular about human mating behavior; it may trigger lustful feelings at times in some but more likely rounds out the thoughts that were already swirling around about who-what-when-where-why people are engaged in sex.  Erotica is aimed at a different part of the brain-heart, specifically here-and-now responses.

Those that dismiss these sorts of books decide by biggest discernible commonality:  writing about sex.  That I write both forms isn’t important, they’ll read neither.  That’s cool.  I’m reaching out to the others of you, the ones who don’t mind wandering away from beloved genres as long as it’s a “good read”.  That speaks to the inner-reader, the one motivated by curiosity rather than comfort (familiarity).  One of my favorite reviews is this for Stoner’s Bone of Contention (The Weightless Joint) because we are given so many reasons to dismiss the book and, yet… surprise!  Entertaining.

John Ricker from GoodReads.com  Mar 2015
Not sure where to start with this one, so how about this… This is not typically the type of book that I read and entered the GoodReads giveaway so that I could give it to a friend. Well, after seeing that it would be a quick read, which it was, I thought I’d give it a shot and to my surprise I found it to be an entertaining read. Thanks

I know my books are not suitable for some, appreciated by others.  Consider yourself forewarned, then.  Amateur readers may not be amused.  Punctilious comma counters will miss the point period

Dark Prince joins Honey B., Sexual Consultant by taking the matter-of-fact sexuality from the Sweet Talkers phone fantasy non-fiction and marrying it with the lusty language of The Lunarium for a compendium of situations presented like a kaleidoscope, fragments and patterns set in motion by twisting.  It makes some people dizzy but others marvel at the science of beauty manufactured by humans.

This is the reason for the Giveaways – to expose others to my work.  It puts the book into the thoughts of individual readers who register for the prize and into the hands of volunteer readers who win.  There is a disappointingly low response rate on the requested reviews if you consider that Goodreads itself tries to steer the contest a bit towards active members as measured in titles on their shelves, friends, etc.  Some winners do take the time to complete the exchange and prove themselves valuable members of the community.

I’ve decided to split the monthly giveaway into five copies twice a month, alternating title/genre, to keep the entries fresh.  I’d love to go international but the book postage is crushing overseas… hell, up to Canada is a big bump, so, sorry, this little indie biz can’t pay that freight!

It works in reverse, too; I’ve kept design & production simple for my print books so prices are low, starting at $6.66 and topping out at $9.99, an impulse, an indulgence.  Easy to gift!  Kindle versions are discounted at least 25%.


 


what_we_see_when_we_read_coverSome books have high production values and exist specifically to elevate the form.  Consider this one:

What We See When We Read is a book lover’s book, a rich thick stew of thought pressed into the pages.  I can only guess the production cost, so many totally black pages with a few choice words or shapes, such weighty paper… It is a retrospective on the language arts of certain classic writers but embodies the lure of print on page.  It is fun to make a book about more than just the words.  My background in alternative publishing always included graphic design and language-beauty using the tactile medium of small magazines so something lush like this is enriching to read, and a pleasure to recommend.

This is a beauty of an idea brought to life and memorialized in the same moment.

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Gazin’ through the haze: Legal weed

kathleenk_books_erotica_potcentric_stoner's_bone_of_contention_2headsAs a Washingtonian, I have access to legal weed.  I have been to the legal weed store once, it was a bare-bones storefront, with a “greeter” outside the door making sure you understood there were no samples, no returns, cash only, ATM inside.  It’s a cottage industry for sure, they have three mis-matched display cases with edibles, smokables, and assorted accoutrement.  I dig the tax argument so in fairness I wanted to pay that extra freight in solidarity.

The news about regulating marijuana is good, overall.  No widespread stoner-mayhem on the highway; no uptick in toker assaults (although reports of aggressive bro-hugs increased).

Colorado and Washington were always green and clean, when you think about it… of course the idea that there is a beneficial herb growing in our verdant valleys is no surprise.  We’ve got that live-and-let-live Western outlook too, pairing nicely with large vistas, mountains and forests.  We might be dismissed as hippies but we’ve got the jobs, we’ve got the geography, we’ve got the fresh air.  Can’t call it causal but hardly a coincidence.

I do believe that taking pot-crime smudges off people’s permanent records allows them to apply for jobs, and rent apartments, and be productive.  Frees crime fighters to fight crimes that hurt people like assault, battery, domestic violence, rape, murder, slaughter.

As other states ponder decriminalizing personal use, I look at it this way:  Government should get in to the pot business or out of the liquor business.  It’s that simple… weed was misclassified near heroin instead of alcohol.  If we’re passing out pills for social anxiety, we have to admit that marijuana is a beneficial herb that helps break negative-neurotic cycles for some people and is no less valid a treatment option.  Think eucalyptus, camphor, menthol, other odiferous balms from nature.  Think tea leaves and coffee beans and berry juice… we look to nature for comfort and entertainment.


SAMPLE – ROWDIER READERS ONLY

The Stoner memoirs are about pre-legal weed and the freewheeling sexual escapades of a bad boy with good manners.

from Stoner’s Bone of Contention (The Weightless Joint):

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Barry “Mandot” Messer did cover and interior art

Since I knew I’d be stoned at the party, I had grabbed a cab over (to keep crisp) and expected to walk home.  It was just a mile along well-lit streets then a quick trip up a side street to my place.  Noranna didn’t mind walking alongside me.  She opened her jacket, then her blouse, then she unsnapped the front of her bra, while we were walking along the well-lit sidewalks, and I could see her beautiful breasts swinging free.  She told me to slide my hand into my pocket and tell her what my dick was doing.  I had to confess it was thick, choked up, so she skimmed one hand down the length of my dick but skipped past the balls and reversed up her own torso to cup one sweet breast for me, to offer a piece of herself to me, because she wanted me to have it.

I resisted the impulse to jam my hand into her panties, not something I previously considered as an opening move.  She was daring me, double-dog daring me to admit my strong urges.  This was all happening fast, from hitting a pipe at a party to diner steak & eggs to her turning the corner to my street and scooping me up against her, my prong trapped between us, her sharp whispers in my ear.  What’s hotter than someone surprising you with their confidence that you are a powerful sexual force?  You are exactly what they’ve been waiting for.  It’s time to bring it.

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I don’t need a lot of laws to control my behavior:  don’t drive stupid, don’t act stupid, and don’t perpetuate stupid.  I don’t need laws against variations of drunk driving, distracted driving, reckless driving… it’s all stupid driving.  The stupider the infraction, the more distressing the payback assigned.

Drug laws are no different, too much detail in the no-no-no.  If we apply the Stupid Standard, then the drug isn’t illegal, the Stupid is.

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I’m a dreamer.  I fall asleep against the crisp canvas of my clean sheets, entering the bed from either side, not having a “spot”.  The bed is calm and clear and waiting for me, prepared for my return.  The body must be at rest for the mind to unlatch and spill its secrets, some riddles are to be remembered, others remain hazy.  I can tell I’m reliving primal themes in dreams, our brains demand it, and if not accomplished at night will snatch waking hours mimicking psychosis.  I trust myself to shake out the crazies while safely anchored in my nest, cocooned.  The overarching image of my deepest dreams contain different places with the same secret room I have seen/experienced but cannot find again.  I’m not frantic, I’m sure that room is there, somewhere, and I will find it if I’m faithful to the quest.

I’m always hoping I might have female company in the bed, some lucky confluence of energies engulfed in a pristine backdrop for those tender beginnings.  I am concerned about “signals” for the readiness of your partner, and it is for that subliminal assessment that I present the glory of a simply set stage of fresh linen upon which to act.  Sex is luxurious and instinctive, it is rutting and roiling, naked (defenseless) enhanced by a clean slate.  I prove ready.  It takes a whole lot of optimism to prepare for the sublime every single day.  It’s well worth it when it works!

 

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Books deliver ideas to moving targets

kathleenk_erotica_sexotica_narrative_fiction_romantic_graphicThis Guy Took a Photo Every Time He Saw Someone Reading a Book on the Subway

The Publishing Industry Is Brutal, Nasty, and Elitist

A Snaphot of Reading in America in 2013

COMMENTARY by indie author-publisher Kathleen K.

There is an enduring portability to books that re-emerges in-between the convenience-paroxysms predicting digital delivery domination.  Books are analog by nature and break down to the words, the phrasing, the timing, the punctuation: reading is a peculiar combination of specific input and personal imagination.  Whether printed or digitized, at the core is the work of a writer seeking production assistance from a publisher who acquires the talents of a promoter to reach the bookstore-sites who attract the buyers… The publishing industry is rocking and rolling with similar challenges facing music and TV: if users can web-share for free then who is buying what?

There is some acknowledgement that the “creator” has an interest in any monies generated by their work, it seems sensible the publisher has to recoup costs.  We perceive the Internet as one big bargain bin, conflated with ads and hype, so the mighty publishing houses and the little cottage-industry independents like me struggle to find our “community” and create a mutually beneficial exchange.

There are readers hungry for the inventive and intelligent; there’s no dearth of fresh minds and unique viewpoints spinning tales.  It is the reader-writer CONNECTION that seems baffling to instigate.  How do you get noticed in a sea of similar products?  I selected GoodReads.com as an outreach to rowdier readers but those readers still have to self-identify.  My erotic-graphic writing style is considered witty and wise with a twist of nasty-sass.  Not suitable for some, appreciated by others.  The online Look Inside option courtesy of Amazon Kindle should be a good test of your interest.  Readers remark on the narrative ease, they like the deliciously explicit language, and report that they are carried along by the sexual escapades.  The pace is episodic and freewheeling but there is progress/change/value along the way.

Check out Twitter.com/KathleenKxxx for extracted quotes and quips from the books.  It’s a quick compatibility test.

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I fabricate books.

I fabricate books. Books are printed on paper and bound, most often with a cover that wraps around it, usually hand-held but can be propped on table or lap, requiring repetitive mechanical finger action to advance pages.

Bedside readers for the adult mind… erotic & sexotic

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Vivid family fiction for those who read

between and beyond the words.

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eBooks are pale iterations lacking body, they are not tactile, they do not show wear or tear of handling, they don’t have cracked spines or bent corners. Overly-tidy for my taste.  War and Peace is the same “weight” as Love Story on an eReader but put side by side in print telegraph their scope (comparing file sizes just isn’t the same).

I render digital versions for convenience.  It’s a low-cost way to get my stories into people’s minds.  I would like to see less “bad faith returns” meaning if you do eRead the book, don’t eReturn it.  It is just as low-class to wear something once and take it back.  You know you’re wrong.  eBooks have “Look Inside” previews and reviews so it isn’t a pig in a poke, and MAYBE you might go wrong 10% of the time.  You also don’t have to “like” the book meaning if the ending bummed you out that isn’t reason to reject the book purchase/reading experience.


I am grateful for Print on Demand as it allows me to create book masters for one fixed cost and then produce copies as needed.  I imagine it runs much like a busy port using containers to mix shipments of feathers and bowling balls by creating stack-able units no matter the content.  POD publishers have lots of ‘containers’ ready to roll. My graphic poetry is stacked on my Stoner fictional memoirs next to the Honey B.’s.  Mixed in with the sexotic-erotic-graphic containers are the family-driven narrative fiction products ready for reading by those who don’t want all the folderol of overt sex yet expect passion, drama and engagement.

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Erotic-Sexotic Poetry Giveaway: ARCHING OVER

kathleen_k_erotica_maxximus_graphic_poetry_arching_over_collected_collectionsLove|Sex is timeless and recognizable…it has been my great pleasure to hone a poetic voice for that exchange of essence, yearning and exultant, with a dash of nasty-sass.

It is your own hand that brings you off
but it is my voice in your ear
as you crest, as you peak,
you at the vertex
with me in the vortex.

I’m offering ten free copies of ARCHING OVER  Collected Collections of Graphic Poetry through Goodreads.com.  The offer closes on December 15th, 2014.  If you aren’t a Goodreads member yet, consider joining this readers’ forum that offers author outreach.

We ignite our erotic memories:
did anyone ever do this to you? Here?
Like this, with the back of a hand?
No? Did they know not to twist
at the tip but at the base
of your thrumming summit?

And did they fold their fingers
into the pleat of your sex
like this? Indirect yet intense.

Show me what you showed them,
how you offered
what you offered.

Offer yourself to me.

The artwork for ARCHING OVER is provided by Maxximus who unified the four separate collections of my sexotic poetry in a work we called Cubed Lips:

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might i mention that
you never say certain words
as if they stop in your throat
as if they reverberate in your head
unable to escape
even when you are excited
even when you are begging
even then you are circumspect, cautious
you say you want to be inside me
(not fuck, not ball, not screw…
not even push, bang, bury)
you can’t say what i want to hear
even though you do everything i want you to do

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Contact me if you know who to give credit for this…

you have denied yourself every temptation
in your mortal fear of sin
you haven’t dared to dance
haven’t thrilled with flirtation
deny even your dreams
because your desire is an untrained dog
you have tricked into a closet
and woe the day the bastard slips out

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It’s never just me writing the poems.
It’s never just you reading them.
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Many thanks to the creator of this relentless interconnected energy, please contact me!

sailing on the sensuous breezes
of a moon-swept sea
creatures of a planet
that binds us by gravity
yet we learned how to fly
it limits our life span
but lets us love forever

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National Poetry Month – Don’t deny yourself the clarity of poetry

Don’t deny yourself the clarity, power and beauty of poetry based on an ugly introduction to it in school (you probably didn’t appreciate asparagus back then either).  Poetry is the essence of communication, even when heavily symbolic.

Poetry can speak in headlines, or let rhythm determine content (haiku), it is in our songs, in our pledges.  Poetry flashes meaning at you, it summarizes or deconstructs (or both).  There are many forms of poetry, go ahead and peek into a few books.  If you don’t find something you like in a couple of pages, or by skipping around, that book is not talking to you.  And that’s OK.  Try again.

I earlier argued the point that Tweet-sized thinking is poetry:  Few Words, Much Feeling.  This is not intended to diminish the craft and word-work of our collective lyric soul.  Once you sample a few poets, close your eyes and grab for the after-glow of your favorite.  Somebody arranges words in a way that appeals to your thought-constructs.

ARCHING OVER (Collected Collections) is graphic.  Whether it is erotic is up to you.  This collection revels in reduction:  getting to the base/bone/blood of sexual connection.  Yearning.  Triumphant.  Exultant.  It is not without love.  “Look Inside” link for Kindle sample.

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sailing on the sensuous breezes

of a moon-swept sea

creatures of a planet

that binds us by gravity

yet we learned how to fly

it limits our life span

but lets us love forever

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#eroticpoetry #poetrymonth #poetryspeaks

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In Praise of High Spirits. 420 2014

Pot can make you dangerously stupid but that’s more about you than about pot.  You’re the puking drunk outside the casino, you scream on E when everybody else just dances it off.  I’m not talking to you here.

Some folks like pot for the jovial let-it-be vibe that comes from biochem reality, the expansive mood is caused by neuroreceptors recepting THC.

Why do we have THC receptors in the human brain?

Here in Washington State there is the tacit admission that we voted for stoner emancipation, permitting it not just in the medicinal marketplace.  My word to the tribe:  keep it precious.  Don’t waste weed greasing the every-day duties of your life.  Savor it, have a ceremony, prepare yourself to be free to enjoy it.  Then, flip, flop and fly!  Let yourself go.  This too shall pass.  It’s the same as a shot of Bailey’s in your Saturday morning coffee; it’s a bit of a kick.  A little jolt.  Zing-a-ding.

Drugs in general and weed in particular are in opposition to productivity and accomplishment.  The solution to that problem lies in the whole moderation thing.  Not too serious, not too silly.  Just right.  Put yourself in vacation mode for most effective marijuana mind-alteration.  Gear down to the basic you, clear the decks, put on your comfy pants, find that certain blue cap that feels so good on your head.  Set your scene, collect your props.  Imbue the moment with mood before you fire up the pipe and grok potcentric.

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The Stoner books are richly written, layering in suggestive references and witty word play, covertly overt.  We chase the ideas of this freewheeling sex & drugs exposé because there’s more going on than a literal toke-and-poke manifesto.  This man “gets” women.  He “gets” high.  He’s promoting stoner literacy and sexual thoughtfulness by inhaling and exhaling simple truths.  Stoner shares his point of view with such precision that he elevates the format to “a memorable sexual escapade”…

These two books create a grassroots oasis in my Private Publications of erotic and sexotic books for the rowdier reader by espousing a lifestyle of tolerance toward the high, the unhigh and the diff-high.  They were written before the legalization movement actually notched any states who would go further than medical pot, and many still don’t even do that.  The social value has shifted on the medical issue which blurs the line on the recreational aspects.  Once you have the substance in the hands of users, they’ll dose themselves with more and less success.  Just like some people enjoy an evening of poker from time to time and others get their fingers broken in a Vegas alley.  (Moderation.)

4/20 Video Recommendation

Stoner with a boner (It’s a Long Story)

Stoner’s Bone of Contention (The Weightless Joint)

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