Thoughts from a watcher
Wherein Callie Tells A Secret
I do have a secret to tell you, though I haven’t intentionally kept it a secret. It’s kind of become one, though, so I thought I should mention it here. This way, I put the information out there just in case anyone wants to know about it sometime.
Redneck by Jordan Silver: Review and Rant
Apparently this book has raised a stink in the erotica community and offended many readers, so naturally I had to read it. I downloaded it on Kindle Unlimited the night that it was removed, so I didn’t read the T-Bone: Redneck re-upload (if re-upload it indeed was, which I presume to be identical. I can’t find it on Amazon now whatsoever, so if anyone has the active link to purchase it, please let me know via email , Twitter, or Facebook—I saw a link but it’s been a few days, and I will update this).
Warning: This is going to be a long post.
Thanks to @MystkFish and @MJKingofErotica, I had this little hallucination of Butterface and Queen Kegel that I decided can fit into Erotic Pulp Volume 2 without hurting anything. And since I’m once again on the old pain meds I figured hell, why not share it while it’s timely? So without further ado (join my newsletter! free porn!), I present a little less than proudly, but claiming it nonetheless…
The Smutpunk Manifesto
All of these are true except for those which are lies. This is a work in progress.
Smutpunk is the pornography of abstinence, the literature of the gutter, Bukowski doing Shakespeare doing Stan Lee as interpreted by drunken housewives and frustrated IT workers and the furious masses.
#smutpunk is the sex pistols on acid doing Shakespeare in the park (MacBeth)
#smutpunk is what happened to gonzo after the deaths of truth and free love
#smutpunk is the cock-like thing up your ass while alien dildos gag you
#smutpunk is having DNA in an RNA world
#smutpunk is the soundtrack to a non-puritanical future
#smutpunk is get off your ass and jam
#smutpunk is when the gang cranks iron maiden to kick it up a notch. You ask is that dirty, clean, or evil
#smutpunk is what happens when Insanity falls in love, gets horny
#smutpunk is neither punk nor smut
#smutpunk is the archetype of both punk and smut
#smutpunk is the only reality there really is
#smutpunk is an intentionally false zen koan
#smutpunk brings confusion via enlightenment
#smutpunk is an asexual hermaphrodite with kitty slippers and an axe
#smutpunk is the bastard child of Hamlet and Urotsukidoji
#smutpunk is the people fucking in the alternate universe inside Sammy Davis Jr’s glass eye
#smutpunk is being pursued by the fucking Yeti all over the world for your milk
Smutpunk is here http://j.mp/mjrcpp
Smutpunk is here Literaryporn.net
HOT WIFE LYSSA’S CONFESSIONS Bundle
Again, it’s actually an omnibus, but I’ll give up on that someday. Though at the size of modern ebooks, ‘collection’ is more accurate.
Yes, it’s all of the first 4 books together for less than they cost individually.
I also fixed a few little things that never should have made it into the original publications (my apologies—I’m getting my system down so those editorial mishaps don’t occur as often), and made a little tweak here and there, sort of an easter egg for Lyssa fans. 🙂 Can you catch them all?
Get it here: http://j.mp/lyssab1
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Now with a cover that wasn’t just me slapping together a shitty version of my original mediocre cover! It’s a slight improvement at least (I kinda like it, actually).
I know the ‘lingo’ in erotica is a ‘bundle’ but I come from paper publishing, and when a bunch of chunks are put together, it’s an omnibus or a collection. I’ll come around to getting the hep slang and figure out the cool kids’ words eventually. 🙂
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How I Deal With Writer’s Block
You couldn’t possibly have already read my afterword in the new Lyssa (#4), but if you have—I mean, when you DO, because of course you all gobble up every word I give you—you would know that I read quite a few books by Piers Anthony when I was a teenager. And yes, cynics and critics, I know he has a reputation as kind of a…let’s just say possibly a hint of the dirty old man and a kind of, shall we say, overproducing writer (but I still like the ones I like!)—and that this probably explains a lot about how I’m still kind of stuck in late 80’s/early 90’s teenage level sexuality. Regardless, the biggest thing I learned from him was a method for dealing with writer’s block.
Hot Wife Lyssa’s Confessions #3: Me at the Airport is now live on Amazon!
I forgot to even blog about this, I was too busy whoring the first one in a free promo when it went live! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again!
Well, actually, I’m sure I will. I guess someone will just have to spank me so I remember to do better next time…
And when you do, make sure you read to the very end. There’s a page-long note I wrote to you to help explain what happened, and why it isn’t called “Me and the House Guest” like I mentioned before. That’s the next one!
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