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Published poet, short story writer, and now novelist! My 1st eBook The Playgirl is out now!

The Playgirl: Coming 7/24/2023

Playgirl eBook cover

Save the date: The Playgirl arrives on July 24th! 

There’s a new playa in town, and her name is Jalise Styles. 

Fresh off a long-term relationship, Jalise, a successful young author living in Los Angeles, welcomes actors, musicians, and even movie moguls into her sheets. But as Jalise hops from one bed to another, she discovers more from her flings than just great sex. Desire, scandal, and an unexpected surprise end up rocking her world.

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This book is seven years in the making (I’ll explain later), and I originally wanted to release it this month, but work and life got in the way. For those not on Twitter, I recently had some minor surgery a couple days ago (nothing serious, and it was elective). The days leading up to that surgery, along with being busy with my day job, took a LOT out of me. But now that I’m off work for a bit, I now got some free time to promote it!

Also, my book will be participating in Smashwords’ Summer/Winter sale that starts in July. Upon its release and for a limited time, you can get the book for FREE! 

If you enjoy steamy fiction that’s pro-LGBT with kick-ass female protagonists and splashes of suspense, sex, and scandal, pick up The Playgirl

ETA: yes, there will be erotic/sex passages in the book, and because of that, I got an email saying my book is already blocked in some online outlets. My first taste of infamy! *wipes tear*

These Cool Poems (Pride Edition)

Let’s get our poetry on for the start of Pride month, shall we?

Dear Gaybashers by JILL MCDONOUGH

The night we got bashed we told Rusty how
they drove up, yelled QUEER, threw a hot dog, sped off.
Rusty: Now, is that gaybashing? Or
are they just calling you queer? Good point.
Josey pitied the fools: who buys a perfectly good pack of wieners
and drives around San Francisco chucking them at gays?
And who speeds off? Missing the point, the pleasure of the bash?
Dear bashers, you should have seen the hot dog hit my neck,
the scarf Josey sewed from antique silk kimonos: so gay. You
missed laughing at us, us confused, your raw hot dog on the ground.
Josey and Rusty and Bob make fun of the gaybashers, and I
wash my scarf in the sink. I use Woolite. We worry
about insurance, interest rates. Not hot dogs thrown from F-150s,
homophobic freaks. After the bashing, we used the ATM
in the sex shop next to Annie’s Social Club, smiled at the kind
owner, his handlebar mustache. Astrud Gilberto sang tall and tan
and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema… and the dildos
gleamed from the walls, a hundred cheerful colors. In San Francisco
it rains hot dogs, pity-the-fool. Ass-sized penguins, cock after cock in
azure acrylic, butterscotch glass, anyone’s flesh-tone, chrome.

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body without the “D” by JUSTICE AMEER

the bo’y wakes up
the bo’y looks at itself
the bo’y notices something missing
there is both too much and not enough flesh on the bo’y
the bo’y is covered in hair
what a hairy bo’y
some makes it look more like a bo’y
some makes it look more like a monster
the bo’y did not learn to shave from its father
so it taught itself how to graze its skin and cut things off
the bo’y cuts itself by accident
the blood reminds the bo’y it is a bo’y
reminds the bo’y how a bo’y bleeds
reminds the bo’y that not every bo’y bleeds
the bo’y talks to a girl about bleeding
she explains how this bo’y works
this bo’y is different from hers
bo’y has too much and not enough flesh to be her
the biology of a bo’y is just
bo’y will only ever be a bo’y
the bo’y is Black
so the bo’y is and will only ever be a bo’y
the bo’y couldn’t be a man if it tried
the bo’y tried
the bo’y feels empty
the bo’y feels like it will only ever be empty
the bo’y feels that it will never hold the weight of another bo’y inside of it
no matter how many ds fit inside the bo’y
the bo’y is a hollow facade
it attempts a convincing veneer
bo’y dresses — what hips on the bo’y
bo’y paints its face — what lips on the bo’y
bo’y adorns itself with labels written for lovelier frames
what a beautiful bo’y
still a bo’y
but a fierce bo’y now
a royal bo’y now
a bo’y worthy of  being called queen
what a dazzling ruse
to turn a bo’y into a lie everyone loves to look at
the bo’y looks at itself
the bo’y sees all the gawking at its gloss
the bo’y hears all the masses asking for its missing
the bo’y offers all of its letters
— ‘ b ’ for the birth
— ‘ o ’ for the operation
— ‘ y ’ for the lack left in its genes
what this bo’y would abandon
for the risk of  being real
the bo’y is real
enough and too much
existing as its own erasure
— what an elusive d —
evading removal
avoiding recognition
leaving just a bo’y
that is never lost
but can’t be found
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                             first and most important
                             dream our missing friends forward
                             burn their reflections into empty chairs
             we are less bound by time than the clockmaker fears
this morning all I want is to follow where the stone angels point
                      birdsong lashing me to tears
                              heterosexuals need to see our suffering
                   the violent deaths of our friends and lovers
       to know glitter on a queer is not to dazzle but to
  unsettle the foundation of this murderous culture
         defiant weeds smashing up through cement
                      you think Oscar Wilde was funny
                     well Darling I think he was busy
                             distracting straight people

so they would not kill him
if you knew how many times I
have been told you’re not like my
gay best friend who tells me
jokes and makes me laugh
no I sure as fuck am not
I have no room in my life to
audition for your pansy mascot
you people can’t kill me and
think you can kill me again
I met a tree in Amsterdam and
stood barefoot beside it for twenty
minutes then left completely restored

yet another poem not written by a poet

                    sometimes we need one muscle to
                                     relax so the others follow
                                 my friend Mandy calls after a
                               long shift at the strip club to say
                             while standing in line for death I am
                        fanning my hot pussy with your new book
                   will you sign it next week my fearless faggot sister
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Birthdays & Anniversaries

I realize this weekend marks a few notable anniversaries and birthdays. 

Firstly, happy 20th birthday/anniversary to WordPress! I’ve created my fair share of blogs through WordPress in my years of blogging (almost all of them now defunct/idle). Simply put, WP is just easy to use, which is why, despite the shine Substack gets these days, I stick with them for my long-form blogging needs. 

Second, Happy 1st Anniversary to my blog! I haven’t been active here as I’d like to be (thanks, Twitter and life), but I’ll always remember its born day a year ago. 

There’s one more birthday I want to celebrate, but she deserves her own entry! 

 

 

Rest In Power, Tina

One of my favorite portraits of the Queen of Rock & Roll (with all due respect to Janis Joplin and Aretha Franklin) Tina Turner, captured by the late, legendary photographer Herb Ritts. The life she had led. Rest in eternal peace and power to a legend, survivor, inspiration, and icon in the truest sense.

“If you are unhappy with anything…whatever is bringing you down, get rid of it. Because you’ll find that when you’re free, your true creativity, your true self, comes out.” –Turner to Ebony magazine, November 1986

Cover Reveal!

Playgirl eBook cover

Whaddya think? Credit to Vsulov at Dreamstime.com for the capture and allowing it to be royalty-free. I did the font work, though. 😄

Ah, my first-ever eBook. I feel like a mama expecting her first baby; given the length of its editing/re-writing process, the pregnancy was years long, haha. Expect this baby in June! Till then, I’ll have inspo posts and a snippet of my story here and on my social media. (I also posted a teaser a while back if you want to get an idea of who the Playgirl is.) Stay tuned! 

A Poetic Anniversary

As mentioned in a previous entry, I had a little surprise that ties in with National Poetry Month this month. (And only until now do I finally have time to post about it.)

Twenty-five years ago, I was in the 8th grade, about to graduate Junior High, and just remembering this really makes me feel old. Anyway, I remember writing a poem for classwork in my English class. Little did I know that when I gave my work to my teacher, it would also be considered for publication in a poetry book by the youths of the time. I don’t remember if it was mentioned that the poems us students wrote in class would be published somewhere. But it happened, and I ended up being one of the two students from my entire K-8 school that got their work published in that book you see above. I still have my copy, by the way!

Obviously, I won’t say which one is my poem as it’s under my real name. I’ll also say that this was not the first time my work has been published. The very first time happened in my local newspaper back in the spring of 1996; it was a prose piece I wrote in 6th grade. (Hot damn, now I really feel old.) Sadly, I don’t have a copy of that newspaper, but maybe it’s been digitally preserved by the newspaper. Since the release of this anthology, my work’s been published a few more times, the most recent being in an anthology of short stories written by women. I’d tell you more on that another day. One thing I’ll say right now is that I always get a little joy when my work gets published. (And speaking of, a project I’ve been working on for years is about to see the light of day soon. Stay tuned!)

Pic courtesy of an eBay listing; yes, you can also buy my work!