I had to giggle at this: No sooner did I joke about ham-ham sex than this little piece of sadomasochistic anime flew into my radar. Sure, that’s a hamster and not all that different from other Japanese ham-hams. Except Owner (sends shivers down me perverted spine, I tells ya) routinely beats up the little cutie and then gets drilled by her no-good boyfriend.
Not what I meant by ham-ham sex, but I’ll take it. As in buying the DVD of Ebichu episodes. I should have them in a week or so; follow-up comments likely.
It had to happen: Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Sex Bracelets. All to sell Viagra, sex toys, and other goodies. Yeesh, what was I thinking when I decided on creating a commercial-free setting?
In the “It Doesn’t Get Much Better Than This” category: Author M. Christian gets a great review from the SF mag, Locus, for his latest collection, The Bachelor Machine. I’m really pleased about this, first for M.’s success — no mean feat in the SF world — and because it renews my hope that broader opportunities for writing fiction with strong erotic content will open up. Efforts like M.’s and reviews like this improves those possibilities.
Of course, I have other books of interest as well. Well, perhaps “books I lust over” would better characterize my feelings about Suspect Thoughts’ latest collections, Satyriasis by the incomparable Ian Philips (the only gentleman sadist I know of who can still cartwheel with the best queens out there) and Johnny Was by publisher Greg Wharton himself. These authors are not only producing some of the best fiction to up-end your erotic notions, but they’re a force in keeping radical sex writing alive. God bless them. (And may the fundie right squirm as I say that, heh-heh.)
And the final object of my current book lust? A website that sells ebook version of many old Olympia Press titles, books which were never properly copyrighted and thus fell into public domain. Selling them is legit as long as you, as reprinter, know which ones are in public domain. This site sells them at incredibly low prices and I’ll probably buy a bunch real soon.
Well, time to put the nose to the grindstone and edit my own fiction. I suppose proclaiming “off to the salt mines!” would make for mixed metaphors paragraphically, though, wouldn’t it?
