For those of you who have read my earlier posts griping about publishers who claim to publish LGBT and who do indeed provide their readers with the G ... but rarely if ever any LBor T ... I am finished complaining. At least for now.
Why?
Because I finally found a publisher willing to take a chance and I will have my first (L) being released in March...originally as an ebook but a few months later in print. My Femme character Simone Sinclair is finally going to have life breathed into her. Call me wickedly thrilled.
The publisher is Samhain Publishing and I am very excited by the publicity this up and coming publisher is getting, so cross your fingers that HEART OF CHANGE will do well and will open doors for me to get more of my lesbian work published.
So for today, my bitching and moaning is over and I am celebrating.

Here is the quick tag:

No yesterday's Cinderella story here, Simone is a self-made woman who thought she needed a man to make her dreams come true and discovers no man is required especially when the woman chasing her heart is strapped on and knows how to use it!

And the longer blurb:

True love hides where you least suspect it.

After the truth comes out about her age, forty-something porn star Simone Sinclair is handed her walking papers, ending a career that has become more extreme sport than art form. The final straw is her long-time partner’s idea to start their own international studio with a marriage proposal tossed in to sweeten the deal. After two decades of waiting for him to deliver the white picket fence, it’s not exactly the offer she was expecting.

Torn between three dreams—a post-retirement career, a family, or lasting love—Simone retreats to get her head on straight, coming to one conclusion. She can’t have everything. But two out of three is worse than nothing at all…

I hope you're intrigued enough to support me in my effort to get lesbian erotica out in the mainstream world! Spread the word about HEART OF CHANGE because the more copies I sell, the more likely Samhain Publishing will be to represent the WIP I'm currently working on, tentatively titled Frankie's Garage. A while back I posted a small snippet of Frankies character in this post.
I love my character Frankie Marlow, a hot butch with a New York attitude who takes her small hometown by storm when she return's to run her daddy's garage...

I'll let you know how my efforts pan out... in the meantime, keep your eyes open for HEART OF CHANGE:)

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my adopted butch moms who took my baby queer self in when I was 17 homeless and in need of family raised me well. Among other things, they taught me to not take shit from wannabe butches, they taught me to trust,  and they taught me to adore K.D Lang. Now I'm not as big a fan of K.D as they are (I'm not sure anyone is) which is clearly why I had no idea that K.D was going to be part of the opening ceremonies for the Olympics last night until I heard the buzz about it today and had to go find a video

OMG. talk about breathtaking. Usually when I open videos of music performances I end up surfing the web and listening, not with this one. I sat in my livingroom transfixed because it for the most part wasn't full of flashy sets, or special effects it was just a powerful song sung by a butch in a suit with a killer voice.  I don't know of any butch loving femme who isn't swooning by the end of that performance.  I already posted a review today, so this is just a quick post to direct any butch loving femmes who like me were clearly living under a rock to go and watch this video!

“Leather becomes a metaphor for the spirit, that an individual is more
durable yet flexible, is beautiful and resilient.  In learning to polish boots, you
are learning how to polish your spirit.”
-Lee Harrington Sacred Kink

Normally when I get a book to review, I devour it quickly. I expected this would be the same with Femme's Guide blogger  Lee Harrington’s latest treasure Sacred Kink, but the experience of reading it couldn’t have been more different, to the point where I took so much time, I kept expecting Lee to email me asking if I really was going to review this book!

Sacred Kink was something that I needed to savor. There is so much information, so many ideas, thoughts and experiences taking place within it I was unable to read it for long stretches at a time. Instead I found myself returning multiple, multiple times, sometimes with days in-between in order to let what I was reading digest. As a not particularly spiritual person, but as someone who’s found glimpses of spirituality as their soul has been transformed by leather, this book really spoke to me in ways I hadn’t completely expected.

Lee describes his book as text that dives “into the ways that erotic explorers are tapping into altered states of consciousness, and how to do so with a wide variety of approaches. From negotiation to aftercare, top trances to ordeals, sex magic to pain processing, erotic shape shifting to the spiritual calling of Mastery and Slavery” Which I think is a more accurate summary than I could come up with.

“Sacred Kink” was a book that very much kept me coming back for more, and my physical and very personal journal I write in several times a day, is littered with influential quotes that spoke to me and my life over my weeks of reading the book.

There is certain levity to Lee’s writing that I really appreciated. This is a book that could easily have run the risk of taking itself too seriously for my liking and it didn’t. As many times as I felt my breath catch in my throat with a recognition of the power of how we live and what we do, I found myself touched through laughter at the ways in which awakening can take many different forms “Sometimes it’s just about putting on the Godzilla costume, painting our lover up like the city of Tokyo, and having at it.”

I don’t want to be cliché and say that Sacred Kink has something for everyone, I’m sure it doesn’t. But, if you are someone whose life has been touched by leather, or if you’re kinky and looking to take that a step further, or if your just interested in these topics, I can’t recommend this book enough.

if you’re a femme author, artist or zinester I’d love to review your work for the site! If you’re interested, please shoot me an email at Sassafras@PoMoFreakshow.com

A not so secret fact is that in college I sold dildos and floggers, and helped people find good lube. For retail it was just about the best job that a bearded lady, genderqueer femme, with foot long hot pink and black pigtail hair extensions, piercings, and tattoos could hope for.  It was also a blast because like many people queer or otherwise I love sex toys! I’m one of those people that not only enjoys playing with them, but also knowing more about them, and for that reason I jumped at the chance to review fellow femme Tristan Taormino’s new book “The Big Book Of Sex Toys.”

This book is visually stunning with up close and personal color photography of nearly every sex toy that you can imagine, but this book goes beyond pretty pictures! It features smart and easily digestible information to aid with picking just the right toys to broaden your sex life alone or with partners. This book is definitely something I wish I’d had available to hand to customers!

I have a lot of personal and professional experience with sex toys so I can’t say that I learned a lot of new things here, but the book did offer me a wonderful refresher course, and something I’m happy to have on my bookshelf for reference.  ‘The Big Book of Sex Toys’ is a straightforward non-intimidating book that I would without a doubt recommend to anyone looking for suggestions on picking new toys!

Also, if you’re a femme author, artist or zinester I’d love to review your work for the site! If you’re interested, please shoot me an email at Sassafras@PoMoFreakshow.com

This is not a new post, but I believe it is relevant to the discussion here. Take a look at my post from November...

I’m becoming a different kind of lesbian and a different kind of femme, and it has all been surprising.
I quit shaving my legs about 2 months ago.
I’m becoming the type of lesbian who gets excited about canning and pickling.
I’m that girl who gets excited about baby making, and sewing cloth diapers and pureeing my own baby food.
I’ve been thinking a lot about capitalism, and its role in my life.
I want to know more about where my clothes and food come from.
I’m feeling less and less concerned about grad school and more and more concerned about becoming a responsible human being who tries do to with less.
My cravings for a more open and poly-leaning relationship are waning dramatically because the One I’ve got keeps on seeming more and more like the One I want. Other People ™ are too hard to manage.
What I’m craving now… there is a long list of things… nature walks, community meals, cooperative parenting, knitting groups, quilting circles, vegetable and fruit gardens and cotton summer dresses…
To think I haven’t worn a high-heeled shoe in months, and only recently purchased clothes at a retail store for the first time in almost a year! My sewing and knitting repertoire keeps growing, and so does my skill at home cooked meals. I know how to make pie crust from scratch!

Life is so different for me lately. Am I still femme if I don’t shave my legs? I think so. Do I still count as lovely, sexy, beautiful? Yeah, I think so. But all these words mean such drastic different things from when I was first beginning to belong to this bright glimmering butch-femme community. It would seem that I’m in the process of refining and redefining my femmeininity all over again. How does it happen that way? Just when we decide that we’ve figured ourselves out, something throws a wrench into the gears. I’m taking apart the cogs and unscrewing the wheels, trying to decide what to change when I put it back together next…

Anyone interested in a holiday card, some of my Grandma’s cookies/recipes, or just a little surprise treat of my choosing, feel free to write to me with your mailing address. If you’re feeling vulnerable, but would still like to remember the art of hand-writing letters, I’ll give you my address first.

I love you all so dearly…