Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Fat Thoughts from a Fat Chick

I wasn't going to comment on this because I didn't figure the woman needed more publicity, but it
The Fabulous Tess Munster
both annoyed and saddened me so I'm going to.

So, I have to tell you a deep dark secret about me - I'm a TLC near-addict. Not a total addict - I don't watch Kate + 8 or Honey Boo Boo, but yes, I watch a LOT of their shows. Don't Judge!

So last night, I was watching the end of Sister Wives - yes, I watch that. I find polygamy interesting. Again...don't judge! :-) And right after that was a program called Fat and Back. I thought it might be interesting until I "met" the star of the program.

Most of us fat chicks have probably heard of Katie Hopkins. This is the British woman who goes around being cruel and horrid to varying people that she finds disgusting - like fat people. People either hate her or love her for "telling it like it is." Personally, I don't believe she "tells it like it is." She basically uses a public forum to spout insults to people. Kind of like Ann Coulter.

So anyway, I planned to switch the channel and call it done. I figured this is the kind of person who will learning nothing from what she planned to do. And what DID she plan to do? One of her favorite homilies is that fatties wouldn't be that way if they'd just quit eating and exercised more. That's ALL they have to do. (Editorial comment: HA!) So her plan was to eat an insane amount of food and put on 50+ pounds in three months and then diet and exercise for three months to get back to being her perfect thin self.

Everyone she talked to told her she was nuts - doctors, friends, family, etc. I think she was nuts too. So I wasn't going to watch this - but as I was channel surfing I did find myself returning to the channel to catch a few minutes here and there. At one point, she was whining to her diary camera that mean fat people MADE her do this. Um...no. I'm sure there were fat people that told her to put up or shut up, but she decided to eat 4000 calories a day in order to gain all this weight so she could "prove her point." This woman started out eating 2000 calories a day and didn't gain weight  because of genetics and metabolism, so she jumped to the 4000 calories a day. Yes, I did say 4000 calories a day.

Most fat people don't do that. There may be a few people that do, but by and large most fat people are trying to eat less and exercise yet they still find themselves fat at the end of the day/week/month/year. There was one point where I thought she might learn something.

http://benheine.deviantart.com/art/Marilyn-Willendorf-54947745She went to talk to a therapist and the therapist called bullshit on her and explained (rather patiently, I thought) that  Katie was emotionally attached to her exercising and didn't she think it was possible that a fat person might be emotionally attached to food? Ding, ding, ding! Therapist is a winner.  Katie didn't like that and reluctantly admitted in the vehicle as they were driving home that yes, she could see that if someone had an emotional attachment to food, it might be harder to lose weight.

I thought - OMG - she finally understands. No such luck. Later in the hour, she was back to calling fat people disgusting and repellant. All through the episode it was like one step forward, two steps back.

Today I googled this to see if I could find out whether she managed to lose her weight. There was an interview with her and it was patently obvious she learned little to nothing. She was still talking about the disgusting lazy fat people. It made me think about how she affects the people around her - friends and family  - as well as total strangers.

First of all, she has a platform and a certain sort of celebrity so that people listen to her. What comes out of her mouth is pretty much bullying. It's the kind of thing I heard as a teen that made me suicidal. Nope - not being melodramatic. I often considered killing myself because of being fat when I was a teen. I felt bullied because of my size. I hid it. I'm sure that if you ask my high school friends if they thought I was depressed enough that I might kill myself - most would say no. My mom worried about me though and with good reason. So I watch this program and worry that her attitudes are being given credence by people she doesn't know. People like the teen I was who would internalize that kind of crap.

And just for my own curiosity I wonder even more about her and people like her, too. If someone like that has a fat child, do they say, "Mummy doesn't want to look at you because you're disgusting. Lose some weight and then I'll love you again." Would they tell a spouse, "I don't want to touch you because you're ugly. Lose weight and then I'll make love to you again." Would someone like this tell a friend, "I can't be your friend anymore because you won't take care of yourself. If you lose weight, then I'll be your friend again. Otherwise, don't bother me."

What does that say about them? Who would treat a loved one that way? And god, who would WANT the love of someone whose love is so incredibly conditional? Doesn't anyone else find this attitude abusive?

There was a time that I might have been desperate enough to have a life partner that I might have fallen for the abuse. Now, thank god, I'm not like that. Anyone says shit like that to me now and yeah, I'll lose weight. I'll lose THEM because they don't f-ing deserve me.

I hope for the sakes of those around her, fat never enters their lives. I hope they are able to lose the baby weight. I hope if they're related to her, they have her genetic makeup and metabolism. I wish the best for them, because she won't learn. Think of all the awesome people she'll never meet. And why? Because she refuses to judge them by the content of their character, instead she judges them by the size of their body. How very sad.









Monday, January 19, 2015

Remembering Dr. King...



Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Naughty List - Berengaria Brown




Good Morning everyone and Happy 2015!

Today, I'm thrilled to welcome Berengaria Brown to my blog. She's a fellow member of the Naughty Literati and her short story, Jewel’s Ménage Christmas is part of the great boxed set, Naughty List. Get to meet her with a great interview then enjoy a hot M/M story blurb and excerpt!


INTERVIEW

What is your writing process? Are you a plotter or a “pantser”?

I’m a mixture. The characters arrive in my head and start talking to me. I don’t begin writing until I have a beginning, and an ending, and several points I want to meet in the middle. The rest of the journey is sheer pantsing. Anything might happen.

How did you come up with the idea for your latest book?

After I finished writing the “Paint Store Boys” series, I kept thinking about Pinky’s gay bar. It just seemed sad that gay men had nowhere they could meet and relax except at Pinky’s. Pinky’s is a great place, but they need more than that. And then Abe decided to build a gay bath house and the “Bath House Boys” series was born.

What’s your favorite guilty pleasure?

Chocolate. Yum!

What inspired you to write male/male or menage romances?

The characters are very direct. They tell me who and what they want. Some days I just take dictation! Regarding two men and one woman ménages though, if one man kissing and touching you is nice, two men kissing and touching you can only be twice as nice.

What advice would you offer to aspiring writers?

Never give up. Keep reading, keep writing, keep polishing your craft.

In a nod to the Actor’s Studio, what's your favorite curse word and why?

Damn. Or in polite company, dayum. Why? Because saying the f word to the boss might get me terminated, but no one cares when I say day-um.

“Kissing His Man”: The Bath House Boys book 1

BLURB

Frank Ashman’s lover left him seven months, three weeks, four days, two hours and twenty-eight minutes ago. At Pinky’s gay bar the server shows him a brochure featuring the facilities of a new gay bath house that’s just opened in town. There he meets Ralph Sellars. They explore the delights of the bath house together. There are the rainforest showers, the hot tubs, the sauna, the swimming pool, and the restaurant, not to mention the freedom brought by the lack of clothing on the members there. Oh yes, and the bedrooms upstairs, each one complete with a drawer full of toys.
Kissing His Man (MM)
But both Ralph and Frank are burdened with baggage from the past. Can they move on and make a new future together? Or is their relationship doomed to be just sex in the bath house instead of a genuine future together outside in the world?

STORY EXCERPT

Ralph Sellars dumped his jeans, boots, and black wifebeater into the locker, slammed it shut, wrapped the towel he’d been given around his waist, and marched down the hallway to the huge swimming pool area. The ceiling was glass, or something that looked like glass, so the sun shone down on the pool, making it almost appear to be outdoors, except it wasn’t. An outdoor pool would be too cold for his liking at this time of year. He dropped his butt onto one of the chaise longues around the pool and lay back, ready to people-watch for a while. Then he’d swim, maybe try out the sauna, and definitely hang out in the public shower room for a while.

His membership here at the bathhouse was his thirtieth birthday present to himself, and he hoped it’d lead to some hot sex. To his right there were three unoccupied chaise longues, and then two pushed close together. From the looks of the tented towel around one man’s waist, those two men were doing more than just holding hands. He wished them luck. He hoped to get laid today, too. It’d been way too long since he’d had any company other than his own hand. Coming here was the first step in his plans to get out more.

It was just that his fucking boss always seemed to be going through one crisis after another, and he always expected Ralph to save his ass. Well Ralph was getting tired of doing that. He was more interested in fucking a willing man’s ass than pulling his boss’s ass out of yet another fire of the man’s own making. From now on he wasn’t going to answer his cell phone out of hours when his boss called him.

Ralph looked over at several occupied chairs on the other side of the pool, but the men there were just lying back, relaxing, like he was supposed to be doing. No action there. He crossed his arms over his chest staring at the ink on his left arm. He had the full sleeve completed now, and every part of the picture was a symbol that had a special meaning for him.

He ran a finger over the rose that signified the baby sister he’d adored all through his childhood and teenage years. But she’d grown up and become a total bitch, which was why the stem of the rose was covered in sharp thorns. He never would have guessed she’d become an adult who was totally bigoted against gay people.

A splash made him look at the pool again. A slender red-haired man was slicing expertly through the water. He looked like someone who came here every day and swam length after length. But instead he swam only to the end of the pool and got out. He’d left his towel at the other end of the pool, and Ralph had plenty of time to stare at the redhead’s lean but wiry body and taut little ass. Now that was an ass that interested him. Especially since the man seemed not to care about being naked. Ralph liked a bit of exhibitionism with his sex.

The redhead picked up his towel, rubbed his hair and upper body, and then tied it around his waist before walking over to the door that led to the sauna. Ralph climbed off his chair and followed him.

Not being used to saunas, Ralph stayed on the lowest step, working on the idea that hot air rises, so it’d be coolest lower down. The redhead, however, was sitting on the top row, leaning his back against the wooden wall.

“Wasn’t the pool warm enough for you?” he asked, wanting to get to know this interesting man.

“Hell, no. I mean, it’s heated. It’s warm, but I think I’ll like it better after a sauna when I want to cool down. Now this heat, this is delicious. This I like.”

“I do, too. Of course, in another five minutes I might have changed my mind.”

The other man laughed. “Yeah, me, too. I’m Francis, Frank.”

“Ralph. What do you do for a living, Frank?”

“I’m a town planner. What about you?”

For the first time ever he told a stranger what he really did, not the politically correct, politely spun version of his job. “I’m the bogeyman. I expose insurance frauds.”

“I don’t see that makes you the bogeyman. If people weren’t lying and cheating already they wouldn’t have any reason to fear you.”

Ralph laughed. “I think you’re the first person ever to see it that way. Most people think the rules are there to be broken. They see the extremely rich finding ways to avoid paying tax and think insurance premiums mean the money belongs to them and that the comparatively small amounts they steal are fair game. But I don’t chase people for ten cents. I chase them for thousands of dollars. And that includes the wealthy as well.”

Ralph stretched out on the step so he could see Frank’s face better. They began talking about their likes and dislikes, and when the buzzer rang to say their fifteen minutes in the sauna was up, Ralph was really surprised. He didn’t feel too hot, and he sure as hell wasn’t ready to stop talking to Frank.

“I suppose we’d better have a swim to cool down,” he said reluctantly.

Frank joined him on the floor of the sauna. “After that, let’s come back here. I was enjoying our time together.”

Ralph gripped the smaller man’s arms and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I was, too.” He stepped back and opened the door. Damn, the man had tasted nice. His lips were soft and sweet and just the tiniest bit sweaty and salty. I want more of him. Tonight.

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/kissing-his-man

Berengaria Brown Bio:

Berengaria is an award-winning, best-selling, multi-published author of erotic romance with over one hundred published digital, print and audio books. She writes contemporary, paranormal (magic, ghosts, vampires, fairies, dragons, and werewolves), futuristic, medieval, and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: MMF, MFM, FMMM, FFM, MM, FF, and MF. Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

Berengaria Brown links:
http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/ 
http://berengariabrown.com/
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Monday, January 5, 2015

Naughty Hearts - Coming in February




Coming in February

Thirteen Naughty Valentine’s Stories
from Amazon Bestselling Authors
including Contemporary, Dark Fantasy,
Menage, M/M, M/M/F, Paranormal, Sci-Fi,
Shape-shifter, Steampunk and Time Travel


Part of the Naughty Hearts boxed set: 
Buy Me a Rose - A shapeshifter romance. 

Jessica and Nathaniel Whitewolf celebrate their thirtieth anniversary as True Mates but they’ve lost their bond. Now a hot couples’ retreat will get it back.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Naughty List - How The Alien Stole Christmas


Good Morning everyone and Happy Friday! Today, I'm thrilled to welcome Belle Scarlett to my blog. She's a fellow member of the Naughty Literati and her short story, How The Alien Stole Christmas is part of the great boxed set, Naughty List.
 
How did you come up with the idea for your latest book?

The Naughty Literati’s Naughty List started off as a Christmas holiday themed boxed set of stories (then later changed to stories set in winter). I knew I wanted to do a futuristic, sexy love story between a human female and a sexy humanoid alien male so I started riffing on classic Christmas story titles – It’s a Wonderful Alien, that sort of thing – until I came up with How the Alien Stole Christmas. From there, the story told me how it wanted to unfold.

What’s coming up next for you in your writing?

I’m working on several WIPs, as always, but the immediate deadline is for The Naughty Literati’s next box set for Valentine’s Day… this one is a sexy time travel piece called Valentime.

What is your favorite quote and why?

“The Titanic was built by professionals. Noah was an amateur.” First, I love irony and this anonymous quote is full of that. Second, while I think professionalism in any endeavor is important, putting too much stock in one’s own hubris will sink you every time.

What advice would you offer to aspiring writers?

Read voraciously, whatever it is you love to read. And then write them the way you love to read them. That’s the fun part. Next, the bitch part… you have to read a bunch of badly written stuff, too. In my other life I’m a producer and screenplay consultant in Hollywood and, when I was coming up through the development ranks at the studios, I read over 6,000 really bad screenplays in the slush piles that (thankfully!) never made it to film. But in reading the bad stuff I figured out what NOT to do in my own writing, and that was just as valuable to my literary education as reading the classics or best sellers.

In a nod to the Actor’s Studio, what's your favorite curse word and why?

I actually don’t curse all that often. The benefit of that is when I find myself in a position where I have to say, “Fuckity-fuck!” or “What the bloody fuck, y’all?!”, people around me tend to listen up fast.

Short Blurb:

How The Alien Stole Christmas

On board a deep space station Christmas Trent learns her sexy cyber lover, who may not be human, wants to steal her for his own.


Excerpt from How The Alien Stole Christmas by Belle Scarlett

Copyright © Belle Scarlett, 2014



I asked if you understand me, soldier.

Christie needed release, and she needed it now. She gulped some air and started unzipping her flight uniform in anticipation of the next phase of their play.

“Yes, sir. I understand. Please, sir, permission to touch myself?”

The computer was silent for a moment. Then Blitz’s next message unfurled across her vid-screen.

Permission denied.

Christie froze in disbelief, her hand in mid-zip on her flight suit.

What? She glared at his words. Screw that, she thought rebelliously, and seriously considered disobeying a direct order from him for the first time ever.

Blitz seemed to read her mind.

Don’t even think about it, sweetheart. I’ll know if you’re being naughty or nice.

Frustration sizzled through her as she stopped unzipping her suit. Damn her submissive streak. She hadn’t even known she possessed one until she’d encountered Blitzen. As an experienced sexual dominant he had recognized her latent submissive qualities right away, and quickly set about training her in the art of pleasing him during their online play. Now her body wanted to do whatever he told it to do. And that was starting to prove freaking inconvenient.

“Ha. What can you do about it from there? Text me a lump of coal for my stocking?”

Don’t sass me, soldier. You don’t want to find out what I can do about it if you disobey me.

Christie bit her lip. For better or for worse, her sexual satisfaction was now tied to his and she knew it. If he didn’t want her to come, her body would side with him even if her mind was furious at them both.

He was probably just teasing her, as part of the cyber play. Maybe some more sugar would help matters.

“I’m sorry, sir. Please? May I come?”

I like when you beg me, Mistletoe. I grow even harder for you.

“Is that a yes?” She asked hopefully.

Nope. My order stands.

“I can’t believe this!” Blitzen had never seriously forbidden her to climax before.

Believe it. I own your next orgasm. It’s mine. From now on, you will save that delight for me to share, control, and enjoy.

She shivered. He couldn’t be serious. Who knew if they would ever even meet, or when?

“You’re ruthless, you know.”

Yes. And you’re sexy as hell and hard to resist. But I mean it, princess. The next time you climax it will be with your wet pussy tight around my hard cock, squeezing me with every thrust until I come deep inside you.

Christie instantly pictured them together on a large bed in full-on, carnal coitus. Her clit twitched in spasm, yearning to uncork the full orgasm bottled inside her pussy. She could feel her back arch in aroused response.

Damn, this guy was good. He had tuned her fantasies so well over the past two months that she could envision every sexy detail he described exactly as if he was in the room doing it to her.

Okay, okay! I surrender, already,” Christie half groaned, half laughed. She struggled to get her rioting body back under control.

It’s not my fault you have a hair-trigger libido, sweetheart.

She could almost hear his warm, male chuckle in her ear.

“You wouldn’t be able to get me so aroused so fast if your titillating star messages took days instead of seconds over sub-space frequencies,” she grumbled.

Wanna bet?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Belle Scarlett

By day, she’s a mild-mannered story consultant, film producer, and award-winning screenwriter in
Lost Angeles. By night, she assumes her super-secret identity as Belle Scarlett, author of futuristic and paranormal romances with a high sizzle factor. Aiding her in her quest for kick-ass, magical romance and out-of-this-world, passionate-ever-afters are her trusty sidekicks, Tall-Alpha-Blue-Eyed Boyfriend, upon whom her heroes are based, and Evil Feral Cat, upon whom her villains are based.
Fun Fact: Belle still owns a (now very battered) copy of the first romance novel that got her hooked on the stuff when she was in the seventh grade – Rightful Possession by Sally Wentworth.

Twitter: @scarlettwoman1
MySpace: Just kidding!

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Naughty List - On the Eighteenth of January '78



Good Morning everyone! Today, I'm thrilled to welcome Regina Kammer to my blog. She's a fellow member of the Naughty Literati and her short story, On the Eighteenth of January '78 -or- A Night at Valley Forge is part of the great boxed set, Naughty List.

Here's an opportunity to get to know Regina and then I'll share the short blurb for her story and an excerpt!

Which person in your life influenced you the most with your writing?

Chris Baty,the founder of National Novel Writing Month. Chris believes anyone can write a novel and challenges people to write 50,000 words of a novel during the thirty days of November. I took up that challenge back in 2006 and have been having fun as an author ever since. Every time I see him, he is super encouraging, as well.

Is one of your books your personal favorite? Why? 

“The General’s Wife: An American Revolutionary Tale” is my favorite. It’s both erotica—with the sexual journey of the heroine—and romance—with a Happily Ever After, plus it’s an adventure story with a lot of history. It is the epitome of what I set out to write when I decided to become a writer. It’s also self-published so there are some naughty scenes that I’m certain most publishers would balk at.

What’s coming up next for you in your writing?

Besides the Naughty List anthology I’m in with another American Revolution-set short story,I’m hoping to explore Steampunk a little more. The genre dovetails very well with the Victorian era, which I love writing, but there is freedom to add little twists to technology and the historical timeline.

What’s your favorite guilty pleasure?

A steaming hot bath with a cocktail and romance novel. This is so much more guilt-inducing when performed in drought-stricken California.

Where would you like to visit and why?

I’d love to go back to Turkey. I’m an art historian and Turkey is one of those “crossroads of civilization” places. Neolithic, Greek, Roman, Byzantine, Seljuk, Ottoman art and archaeology abound. Plus the food is amazing.

In a nod to the Actor’s Studio, what's your favorite curse word and why?

“Bollocks” for Brits, “Shit” for Americans. I love using these in my historicals! They suggest massive disappointment in one terse word.


*****

Short Blurb:


On The Eighteenth of January, ’78; or, A Night At Valley Forge

During the infamous winter of ‘77-‘78 at Valley Forge, two soldiers fanboy over their charismatic leader, General George Washington.


Excerpt from On the Eighteenth of January, ’78; or, A Night at Valley Forge

Copyright © Regina Kammer, 2014

“I saw him today,” Zeb said quietly.

Him could only refer to one man. Zeb held General George Washington in something more than high regard. He worshipped the man, hoping for a chance to see him every day, blushing and fawning like a virgin miss at an assembly hall during a country dance whenever the general happened across their squad. Barn wasn’t sure if it was endearing or unseemly.

Yet, it was too easy to fall under the spell that was “GW”. The general had an allure, a magnetism that drew all in, making women swoon and men want to serve. If the notion of independent states, the freedom to rise above circumstance of birth, the prospect of taxes building a nation rather than filling a king’s coffers did not attract the sons and daughters of America, then GW the man certainly did. Just his very presence got one’s blood to boil against tyranny, set one’s pulse beating to the rhythm of liberty, urged one’s feet to march for freedom.

GW was the sole reason why twelve thousand American soldiers camped on a plateau above a captured Philadelphia, keeping a watchful eye on the British while enduring freezing rains and the privations of civilized life, lacking proper clothes, nourishing food, suffering the pains of amputation and the stench of death.

“He was on foot,” Zeb murmured. “His great height the equal of mine own, yet I felt so small before him. His blue eyes penetrated my soul as he asked such simple questions—”

Zeb’s cock sprang to life in his clothes, pushing into Barn’s left butt cheek. Barn stifled a sigh.

“Did we have enough tools? Was there enough wood?”

Barn reached around and slowly unfastened the buttons at the fall of Zeb’s breeches. As always, Zeb gave no protest.

“He seemed very concerned our hut had not yet been constructed.”

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/2b/Washington-at-ValleyForge.jpgBarn snorted. “Yeah, well, with Alex and Johnny laid up with dysentery and Zack dead, it’s been slow going.”

Zeb did not respond. He merely adjusted himself to allow Barn’s questing fingers better access at the placket of his drawers. Barn struggled to contain his zeal.

“He took off his hat to speak to me. His gray hair was still tinged with a touch of the auburn of his youth.”

Freed from its prison of clothes, Zeb’s magnificent manhood bobbed impetuously. Barn gripped the hard flesh, closing his eyes as heat from the intimate connection seeped through his fingerless gloves to course through his body.

“His timbre was melodious, almost enchanting. I could listen to him talk about felling trees all day.”

Barn chuckled. “And not do any felling yourself, hmm?”

Again Zeb ignored him, instead steering the conversation to his favorite topic. “How do you think he guards against the cold all alone in his tent?” There was a poignant earnestness to his question.

Barn twisted around to face his companion, the adulation and concern in Zeb’s expression softly illuminated by the dying campfire outside. “I’m sure his greatcoat keeps him plenty warm.” Zeb’s devotion to GW spawned a fragility that impelled Barn to want to protect his tent mate, to comfort him in the only way he knew how.



ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  REGINA KAMMER

Regina Kammer is an award-nominated, Amazon best-selling, multi-published writer of erotica and historical erotic romance. Her short stories and novels have been published by Cleis Press, Go Deeper Press, Ellora’s Cave, House of Erotica, and her own imprint, Viridium Press. She began writing historical fiction with romantic elements during National Novel Writing Month 2006, switching to erotica when all her characters suddenly demanded to have sex.

Keep up with Regina at: http://kammerotica.com/
Follow her on Twitter: @Kammerotica
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