Raindrops, Roses, Femdom and Warrior Women

7 Dec
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Warm thoughts for the holidays. Click for your very own.

 

By Alexa Day

Living as an erotic romance writer means, to me, that I have an obligation to keep my days as full of sexy, sensual stimulation as I possibly can. If I’m feeling stimulated, then I can pass the joy on to my characters, who in turn will hopefully share a little with you, the readers. That’s how it’s supposed to work.

Now, I don’t want you to imagine that I’m spending all day engaged in … inappropriate activity. Who could afford that, really? Who has the energy for it? No. I just mean that I try to keep things joyful. Delicious. Fascinating. Sigh-worthy. Sometimes it means having one of those fried apple pies for breakfast. Sometimes it means reading that extra chapter when I ought to get to sleep. This time of year, it means I get to add peppermint mocha creamer to my favorite alcoholic beverage. (Vanilla soy milk, instant coffee, cake vodka: I call it Illya Kuryakin.)

Well, friends, I’m here to tell you that the last few weeks have sorely tested me. I am not feeling pleasantly stimulated. On the best of days, I’m really annoyed, and on the worst of days, I’m pissed off.

Just last week, I thought I was just a little annoyed with People magazine, when it turned out that I was pissed off at the whole stupid history of the Sexiest Man Alive. Seriously, would it be a huge problem for them to make at least a token effort to find actual sexy people for that? Are their hands full with hard-hitting news?

And can I just send a special thank you to Rolling Stone magazine? Because it’s not often that someone can actually answer the question “Gosh, how could this story be worse for everyone involved” by making a story worse for everyone involved. That was special, guys. Congratulations. Humanity needed that, just as little as it needed continued unrest, division and despair in Ferguson and Cleveland and New York.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Click for your own.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Click for your own.

And on top of that, the holiday movie season fills me with a very un-festive despair. The movies in general typically make me lightheaded with rage. I do not live in a selected city; in fact, if I were truly angry, I would say I lived in a godforsaken backwater. And so I expect that the movies I most want to see will keep their distance in Washington while the ones I’m trying to avoid will be here until June. I don’t know if Foxcatcher has been here, is still coming here, or will fail to appear here. I won’t get into my little issues with Exodus: Gods and Kings, which is evidently set in a version of Egypt where people don’t even tan, and just to further protect my blood pressure, I won’t ask how hard we tried to represent the diverse film-going population with the casting of Into the Woods.

This does not begin to cover everything that’s working the holy hell out of my nerves, but I refuse to give all of it the gift of my continued attention. Instead, I’m going to share some of the things I’m actually anticipating this holiday season. It feels nice to look forward to something.

Here’s where I’m finding pleasure lately.

1. The Theory of Everything. I caught Hawking on PBS a while back (the documentary, not the other movie with Benedict Cumberbatch), so I know a bit about the love story at the center of the film. I am very, very partial to an outside-the-box, no-matter-what love story (Rocky is actually my favorite movie romance). And I read that Stephen Hawking was so impressed with the film that he permitted filmmakers to use his distinctive voice, to which he actually owns the rights. There’s just too much to love about this movie, and so I hope I’m able to catch it on the big screen before it’s gone. And if not, I love the idea that Stephen Hawking owns the rights to the sound of his voice. That’s enough to cool my slow-smoldering rage for a little while.

2. Dossouye. Many years ago, in a fantasy anthology, I met Dossouye, a warrior woman from the

Dossouye makes her entrance here. Click to buy.

Dossouye makes her entrance here. Click to buy.

ancient kingdom of Abomey (an alternate of the real African kingdom of Dahomey), in a short story by Charles Saunders. (“Gimmile’s Songs” appeared in the first edition of Sword and Sorceress thirty years ago.) Dossouye’s encounter with a musician under a magical spell made for spectacular reading, and I’ve never seen anything like that story since, although the Lion’s Blood alternate histories by Steven Barnes struck the same chords for me. I’ve just found that Dossouye has two of her own novels (I might be the last person on Earth to hear about that), and I’m looking forward to checking them out. I believe the first is assembled from Dossouye’s short stories, but the second one, Dossouye: The Dancers of Mulukau, is new.

3. Domme Chronicles: Erotic tales of love, passion, & domination. Megan Hart always brings me joy. Recently, she interviewed Sharyn Ferns, the author of a collection of essays and vignettes about female dominance and male submission. I touched briefly on the subject here because I find it fascinating, and Ferns reinforces in her interview the notion of the male submissive as the knight who rides for his queen. Hart strongly recommends the book (she described it on Facebook as “mm, mm, good”), so I can’t wait to get it onto my Kindle. And that cover is hot. It’s hot, right?

I know you all are finding the good hidden away inside this trying time of year. Let me know how you’re doing it down there in the comments.

And be sure to follow Lady Smut before the holiday break!

4 Responses to “Raindrops, Roses, Femdom and Warrior Women”

  1. Kel December 8, 2014 at 1:43 pm #

    I don’t generally read contemporaries… I read Megan Hart. Like… I hunt her stuff down and pet it and call it “My Precious” in public without an ounce of self-doubt or irony and there’s generally a glass of wine and plate of cheese and veggies and maybe some hard salami cut into little cracker-sized bites to go with when I start reading…

    Oh yes. Yes there is.

    I *really* want to click on that link. It will have to wait until I get home.

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    • Alexa Day December 8, 2014 at 10:54 pm #

      Kel, did you click it?

      I feel the same way about Megan Hart. I wish I lived in the world she’s writing about, and I don’t feel that way about a lot of the contemporaries I’ve read.

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  2. Madeline Iva December 7, 2014 at 8:10 am #

    Well, if Megan Hart likes it…I guess that settles it!

    Hope the New Year brings better events, Alexa, to cheer you….

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    • Alexa Day December 8, 2014 at 12:08 am #

      Yeah, I’m going to really need 2015 to turn it out. In the meantime, I’m stoked to have so much to read!

      Like

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