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Lesbian Writing Disgust


Okay, here is a prime example of what disgusts me the most about many lesbian writers and Imagereaders–(perhaps this is also a problem in the mainstream)….On Facebook, a writer who works for Bold Strokes –a “respected” lesbian publisher, posted this little tidbit….to the accolades of her adoring mindless fans….
“Shhh. No talking.” Helen kissed her again, this time prying her lips apart with her tongue. Maria opened her mouth and Helen reveled in the feel of their tongues playing together.
Helen was breathless when the kiss ended.
“I need you,” she whispered hoarsely.
“Take me.”

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  • Susan Seifert damn, don’t stop there!
  • MJ Williamz I’m trying to write more, Sue. I promise! LOL
  • Maria La Macchia Ahhhh ! I need a Helen in my life!! Hell I’ll take anybody or as is it were someone to take me… Alright MJ what is the name of this book and when will you send ME a copy seeing as how you are using me as your muse…. LOL
  • MJ Williamz LMAO!!!! I don’t know when the book will be out, Maria – I’ll keep you posted!
  • Dianne Perry Did you write that about us??????? LOL
  • MJ Williamz Thanks everyone who liked or commented on this. I’m glad so many people enjoyed it.
    I mean, seriously!!? This vapid, puerile little paragraph garners all that praise? What the fuck are they smoking?? It sucks! It sucks stronger than a black hole. It’s horrible writing. Do they all have the emotional and mental development of creamed corn?This is exactly why I am so disgusted by the genre most of the time. How many imbeciles ARE THERE in the lesbian community? Is it like this everywhere and in other communities (I suspect the answer is YES–but this just happens to be the one to which I (sometimes regrettably) belong. Is the lesbian community so ravenous for fiction about other lesbians that they overlook EVERY GODDAMN thing, including how HORRIBLE it isAnd of course, no matter how much I wanted to post my own comment there, I Imagecouldn’t, because I am a lesbian author, and I would be summarily drummed out of town like the discerning pariah I am. I hate that I have to choose between my integrity or the truth in favor of being ostracized. But that’s what would happen. Even though the gay community has a long history of being ostracized–they have learned nothing about how to behave.

Nethering Heights

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So many of our sexual anatomy and activity words are so ugly. Like Vagina. Ferfucksake. What an ugly word. I won’t even MENTION one of those other words, that starts with C–not because I’m censoring myself (au contraire mon ami! This is an uncensored blog) but because I absolutely abhor that word and can’t even bring myself to type it. It’s a personal preference.

Anyway, the point is, most terminology in this subject is ugly.

I like making up words when the current terminology displeases me. I have recently started calling cunnilingus (see? Another ugly word) Poconos. I think it’s cute. “I’m going to the Poconos, tonight.”  At first, I was looking for a word to replace phallic penetration…and thought of POKE. And then Poconos came out. And I realized it was actually quite clever to assign that to an act prettyassthat is about POKING YOUR NOSE (only because it’s directly above the mouth, and the mouth is where all the great stuff takes place).

I prefer to call the act of analingus, “Nethering”–yes, as in nether-regions. And in keeping with geographical references, “My darling, would you like to go to the Netherlands tonight?”

*My wife just said, “I’m sorry my dear your passport has been revoked for inappropriate sharing of travel plans.”

What? (you, who are reading this post) You don’t partake in Nethering? You should try it. It’s divine. If all hygiene standards are followed, it’s no different than dining in the Poconos. And let me just point out that the Nether (hehheh) is one of the most sensitive erogenous zones on the human body. It’s difficult to find definitive information on just how many nerve endings reside there, as those numbers seem to vary widely. I assume that’s because whomever is counting them gets so distracted that they take an unplanned trip to the Netherlands. But suffice to say, there are thousands. (not thousands of unplanned trips–maybe, but that’s not what i meant. Thousands of nerve endings). Now why would you leave out any area that could produce that much pleasure? Why? Why?

I hope I have scandalized you.


Sex is one of those things that has been with us since the beginning–obviously, there would have been no beginning for us, had we not taken part in it. But there’s still this residual mindset that sex is dirty. Or that some TYPES of sex is dirty. Or disgusting. (I blame religion for that, but don’t get me started). I believe as long as it’s two consenting adults and everyone’s clean, and no one is being harmed or degraded, that there are no boundaries. It’s all okay. (–even though the red squiggly line of the dictionary indicated that “analingus” was not a proper word. Okay, maybe not improper, just not included in the dictionary. No worries. I added it.)

With all this in mind, I think it would be a fine idea for me and my partner to write a novel about lesbians who enjoy and engage in anal sex. If only because it’s a subject most people shy away from. I’d like us to write an unapologetic, scathing erotic tale. Or EROTIC TAIL. (maybe that could be the subtitle: An Erotic Tail). Hehheh. Possibly, it would enjoy great sales like that insipid Fifty Shades of Grey, but this one would sport quality writing, an actual plot, characters you can care about, and unabashed displays of sexual freedom. I wonder. I wonder if it really would sell. Or be censored. If it were censored, it would probably sell better…unless it couldn’t be sold because it was censored.

And that’s wrong.

I shall call this book Nethering Heights.


I also thought about writing a book called Withering Heights, about a couple who no longer wanted to have sex. But I figured it wouldn’t be nearly as enjoyable, and might remind too many readers of their own dismal sex lives. No need to rub salt in a wound. Instead, rub other things…anyway. Due to the title, the characters in this Withering Heights would necessarily have to be celibate.  Probably because they were bored. Then I’d be tempted to write them into some Nethering, so they won’t lose interest. And then, of course, that would be another book entirely. Say, a book called Nethering Heights. See? I just keep coming back to that.

Writing for the Masses–or NOT.

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My partner and I decided we needed a blog where we could say all those things we wanted to say, but with no fear of reprisals. Welcome to that blog.

Among other things, I’m an intelligent, opinionated, educated, lesbian, atheist author. (Can you say pariah?)  I don’t always write lesbian books, nor atheism books. Though I have, and will continue. It’s as much a part of who I am as my eye color or molecules. I freespeechkeyboardbelieve in honesty, even when honesty doesn’t believe in me.

That’s all very well and good on the surface, but deeper below, where the truth often resides, there are restrictions put in place by the machinations of society and such things as Political Correctness. When you have to market yourself and your work, you must tread softly; and carrying a big stick is wise, but usually frowned upon. There are repercussions for honesty. Stepping on toes can affect book sales.

But this–the blogosphere, and its option of anonymity, is freedom of speech at its most pure. Mostly, I write what I feel compelled to write, and hope like hell someone will buy it–enough someones, so that I can actually count on those extra royalty deposits. Life is hard. It requires money. But times have changed in the publishing industry. My partner and I have realized that there’s a game afoot, and it’s fueled by ignorance and the perception and comprehension of the masses. The great, teeming Lemming-masses. What sells is formula romance. Even among the lesbian community. How uninspired. How disappointing. What if you don’t want to write formula romance? What if you have something to offer that’s thought-provoking, well-crafted, intelligent, and unique? Too bad. You will only find a handful of loyal readers.

The sad truth of it is that the masses are largely stupid. This declaration is supported by actual scientific research. The average IQ is 100. That means that most people in this world are not very bright. And they are also the ones who buy books.

While I am thankful that there are so many people who know how to read, it doesn’t address the way they read, nor what they require from the content of that reading. Most are easily pleased. That’s why insipid, trite and unimaginative formula fiction is so everythingclosermirrorpopular. It has nothing at all to do with its value. It’s merely a reflection in the mirror of intelligence–or in the mirror of ignorance, depending on how you want to quantify it. So there’s even a tainted victory to be had by getting a book on the bestseller list, or the top 100 at Amazon. Many times, these books are embarrassingly bad. (Fifty Shades of Grey comes to mind.)

I have to say I’m offended, incensed, BITTER, that there are writers out there who churn out tripe and actually get rich off it. It’s not fair; but as we all know, life isn’t fair. But this caveat is cold comfort. This species of unfair is so wrong on so many levels.  Where is the pride in achievement and evolving as sentient beings? It is my contention that we ought to dabble in a little eugenics, (in the proper manner) in order to insure that future generations are born with intelligence. The stupid people among us are really screwing it up. Religion is a stellar example of this type of stupidity. Religion INSISTS that you don’t think anything through, and if you do, you ignore the truth in favor of your own cloying need to have a giant parent-figure in the sky who takes care of everything, pats you on the head and brainwashes you into some simpering fool. Better I don’t delve into that, in this post, as it will make the post exhaustively lengthy.

Suffice to say, I am angry that demanding the best of myself and others is met with such a cavalier dismissal. Learn to spell, godammit. Learn to construct a sentence. Learn to communicate clearly and effectively. Learn to think. LEARN. The world could do without another moron.


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