Fairy-tale Nightmares

I have finished Lux from the anthology Here Be Monsters.  Lux is quite the accomplished killer.  She is the Doctor's daughter, and he made her what she is.  Without giving away too much of the plot, I will say this--if this ever becomes a full-length novel, I'll be the first in line to purchase it.  If it were a movie, I'd be the first in line for  a ticket.

Lux kills monsters.  Most of these monsters are, of course, lab-created, and were either set free, or "escaped" (i. e. were set free and given the impression they were escaping, but the escape is illusory).  The worst monster of all  is, of course, strapped to his own hideous device, while Lux really does escape, hops onto a plane bound for Paris, and begins studying the idea of scaling the Cathedral de Notre Dame.  She bests them all, like the most skilled of killers, and Lux is my little anti-hero.  I highly recommend this short story!

Just In Time for Halloween. . .

In honor of my favorite holiday, and in honor of filthy pagans and beatniks and oddballs everywhere, I will be bringing you some short story reviews from a delightful anthology, Here Be Monsters.

I just finished India Drummond's The Reaver, a science fiction piece in which human souls are captured for the pleasure of demons and encased in orbs.  Why have I chosen this one?  Because the soul of a human princess is seen as filthy, brown, muddy and plain, while the soul of a woman-warrior is many-faceted, like the jewels We are.  Krel is a creator of such orbs, and is so obsessed with his work that he doesn't even notice when his only daughter, Ruygret, is killed later by human upstarts.

I am also mid-way through Anabel Portillo's Lux, and have already found my favorite quote:  ". . . a good little monster, doing her chores."  I'll review this one after I've finished it.  Lux is perhaps one of my favorite new fictional characters I've been introduced to, and I certainly don't mind stating that, aside from her honey-blonde hair and blue eyes, I like her because she reminds me so very much of me--small, slight, freakishly strong with a sky-high metabolism and a fast heart, and a monster-hunter.

Yeah, I'm crushin' hard, too. . . . I'll write more on this as soon as I finish it, I swear!

More For My Sisters

I have a tattoo.  It's a small tattoo, in a rather private place, and I got it when I was still in college.  A lot of my sorority sisters were getting these little roses on their ankles and little stars on their necks and things.  What did I want?  I wanted something off a Tarot card.  I wanted something that was 100% pure ME.  It's small, but it's mighty, and it's all mine.  If I could take a song and tattoo it all over my body, if I could wrap myself in music, if I could have my own little theme for when I walk into a room, the video below would be IT.  Not visually exciting, but listen to the lyrics.  I grew up to this song.  I've known it by heart since I was about 8.  Enjoy!

Sisterhood

I'll explain when I feel like it.  For now, just kick back and dig this groove.

New Conclusion

I will no longer be bullied or blamed for the pathetic attitudes some have toward Us/us.  I think I'll be sticking around after all, but there are going to be some changes.  You'll notice these changes in the demeanor and frequency of posts.

I believe I do have quite a bit to say.

Again, if you disagree, then stop reading.  Don't solicit me in an e-mail offering "services" and then never bother returning a simple fucking e-mail.  I'll be pulling my last post and replacing it with this one.

The Domme-brarian ain't goin' nowhere.

Bruised-Up Barbies and D/s

Apparently, I've missed something from Hollyweird--which means I've actually missed nothing at all, as it's always the same shit but with a different shade of pink around the lens.  Apparently, one of the girls from Glee did a photo shoot in which she sports a black eye.  I linked over to his blog and looked at the rest of the pictures, as well as the video.  The video's a bit of a snore.  Lots of folks in the comments are all pissed off about the glamorization of violence against women, but many of the m are pissed off about the glamorization of violence in general.  What they seem to lack empathy for--the fact that Hollyweird and teh pr0n industry has been doing this shit for ages, and this is what people see as true D/s and/or BDSM.

Here's my take on it.  Folks, it's just an image on celluloid.  Or whatever the fuck film is made out of.  It's another dull-as-dishwater blonde who is younger than most of my socks and fave t-shirts.  The photos look to be done by someone just as young and clueless.  I don't see any cops coming round to haul Tyler Sheilds's "arty" self off to jail.  But then, cops can't get involved in domestic affairs, I don't reckon.

Y'all realize this shit is staged, yes?  Do I think it glorifies abuse?  Yes, it probably does.  Wrong?  You better believe it.  Pathetic?  Yup.  This is freedom of speech at it's best?  Wow.  No wonder I don't dig art.  But then, hell, according to the "arts community" (and artists at-large) I'm too fucking thick to get this stuff anyway.

This ain't D/s.  Or BDSM.  Or anything close to it.  It's just pictures of abuse, and this moron's too thick to get it.  So much for my good day.

A New Book Review

Right now, I only have the sample.  It's a book about Master/slave relations.  I'll keep you posted as soon as I snap it's virtual spine, ha-ha-ha.  It's cooling down here.  I'm glad.  I hate hot weather anymore.  I am also quite tired of summer. I'm quite tired of lots of things, pushy "submissives" being one of them.  if you are the pushy submissive who keeps messaging me (but who is NOT my friend at FL) then please fuck off.  Just fuck off, dude.  If you'd read my profile, you'd know I'm involved with someone.  Don't like it?  Toughski Schitzki.  Wilkommen am der Polisch Army.  I'd get verbally abusive, but you'd probably dig that.

Oh yeah--the book review.  I swear, I'll read more than the sample if it's worthy.