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I am very pleased to be reading my queer kink erotica at the Pride edition of Perverts Put Out, which is part of the 2016 National Queer Arts Festival!

When: Thursday June 23, 2013. Doors open at 7pm. Reading starts at 8pm.

Where: The Center for Sex and Culture in SF. 1349 Mission St. between 9th and 10th

What: Perverts Put Out! is San Francisco's long-running pansexual performance series. Join an all-gender, all-orientation celebration of lust and love! Performers include Greta Christina, Sherilyn Connelly, Gina DeVries, Daphne Gottlieb, horehound stillpoint, Naamen Tilahun, and Xan West, with your fabulous hosts Simon Sheppard and Dr. Carol Queen.

Cost: $10-25 sliding scale

I will be reading from my recent collection of queer kink erotica, Show Yourself to Me. I plan to read from “What I Need,” a piece filled with D/s, edgeplay, rough sex, pain play, bootplay, breathplay and bloodsports. What more could you want?

Here is an excerpt from the story:

I push you to your knees, take out my cock, and ram it down your throat. Fuck the niceties. I need to be deep inside you right away, and I am there, feeling your throat convulse around me, growling, telling you to choke on my cock, to take it for me. I have my hands wrapped in your hair and I fuck your face, watching you work to take my dick, reveling in the sight of tears in your eyes. I take your breath with my cock—your nose stuck in my belly, my dick down your throat—and watch you struggle, your eyes huge, tears rolling down your cheeks. I pull back just a bit to free your breath and yank up my shirt as I take your breath again, my cock blocking your throat. I don’t pull up my shirt often. I’m the kind of trans stone butch that usually fucks with all my clothes on, but I want to feel your tears on my skin. My hunger for that is stronger than my need to be completely covered, at least right in this moment, and I know how you see me.

My stomach is jammed against your nose, allowing you no air. I savor it, the control I have over you in this moment, and wrap my hands into your hair, pulling it as I feel you gasp around my cock. Then I let you breathe again, pulling out for a moment to slap you across the face with my dick, watching your mouth form the words, “Thank you, Sir.”

I slap you in earnest, hard on the face, with my cock, then the back of my hand, repeatedly, each time upping the intensity. I thrust into your throat, feeling you choke on my cock, telling you to take it for me, be good for me. I groan and grip your hair tightly, ramming your mouth onto me, closing my eyes, savoring the feel of being deep inside you. I work my boot between your legs and grind it into you, meeting your eyes and watching them fill with pain, my dick muffling any noise you might make. I ride your throat hard, my boot grinding in time with my strokes, fresh tears falling on my fat belly and making my cock even harder.

I hope to see you at Perverts Put Out, if you are in the Bay next week.

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I will be reading my erotica at Leather, Lace & Lust tomorrow night, alongside such amazing authors as M. Christian, Molly Weatherfield, Blake C Aarens, Suz DeMello, Jean Marie Stine, and Mistress Lorelei Powers. Doors open at 630, event begins at 730, at The Center for Sex and Culture 1349 Mission St, San Francisco. Entry $10, tickets here.

I plan to read from my story, "A Large Full Meal", which was printed in Cruising for Bad Boys and Salacious Magazine. It is an intense filthy ride between two trans fag tops, featuring knife play, fisting and rough body play. Here is a taste:

Knives get to me like nothing else. I’m one of those tops that likes to start with a knife and a wall, and go from there. To trap my prey, cornering him, until the wall is at his back and he is stuck facing my bulk and my knife. Because knives get me hard, instantly. There is this electric metal taste that seeps into my mouth, as adrenaline starts pumping in tune to the movements of the knife in my hand. We play that adrenaline together, and I find myself soaking up the steely scent of it, sliding my tongue along skin to taste it.

So it is not surprising that he got to me, and I came face to face with the fiercest animal need I have ever experienced.

A few months earlier, I had caught his eye at a sex club, but we both were busy at the time.  I grinned when I saw him in the hallway at the queer conference.  He was giving an impromptu lesson on cruising gay men to a couple of eager young trans fags.

“It’s all about the body language,” he explained.  “See, in gay men’s community, touch is a primary mode of communication.  Say I think that guy is cute.”

He raised his brows at me as I was walking slowly past him.  I turned slightly to catch his eye and cocked my head, pausing, eyeing his ass. 

“So I’d body up to him from behind, see?”

And he did, slowly.  I could feel his breath on my skin.

“And then I’d wait,” he said.

I moved back slightly, completing the contact.  He wrapped his arms around my waist, settling in behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder.  Even from behind, I could tell his bulk was mostly muscle.

“See how I waited for him to complete the contact before I wrapped my arms around him?  It’s all about the subtle signals.  Now I bet, if I trailed my hand along his arm, and tilted my head, he’d follow me.  We wouldn’t need to say a word.”

He was right.  I followed him.  Into the single stall all gender bathroom, and locked the door.

Hope to see you at the reading tomorrow!

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Yep, I'm doing it, that intensity called NaNoWriMo.

The queer kinky erotic novel I am working on is tentatively titled
Shocking Violet, the tale of a tg stone butch and a high femme cis queer woman risking connection with each other, set in NYC amidst the intensity of trans inclusion activism. It revolves around their efforts to build the trust and access intimacy that is necessary to explore the D/s they both really want. It is a deeply polyamorous love story, a story that centers two disabled Jewish queers in their queer communities, and highlights their commitment to honoring the multiple vital relationships in their lives.

If you want to follow along: the synopsis is here. The first taste, which centers Jax's spark of attraction for Violet is here. The inspiration Pinterest board (an ever-growing collection of images that I’m using to inspire the novel) is here. And I just posted a second taste, a snippet from Violet & Jax's first date.

ETA: I posted a third excerpt here.
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I turn 40 tomorrow. I’m pretty excited about it. If you want to help me celebrate my birthday, I sure would appreciate any of the following birthday presents:

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Each year, the Best Lesbian Erotica series captures some of the best smut stories by well-known and brand-new authors. Come hear readings from 2014's collection edited by Kathleen Warnock. Join us for an exciting reading from the new 2014 collection and beyond.

Here is the full list of readers, and its pretty amazing: Amy Butcher, Jen Cross, Carol Queen, Sinclair Sexsmith, BD Swain, M'kali-Hashiki, Cheryl Dunye, Xan West, and Jiz Lee!

$20 at the door includes the price of a book!


Buy your tickets EARLY from Eventbrite and receive an EXTRA ticket in the door prize giveaway, featuring fancy silicone toys from TANTUS and queer porn DVDs from PINK & WHITE.



Queer Smut: Best Lesbian Erotica 2014 release party


Thursday, December 12, 2013, 7-9pm



1349 Mission Street between 9th & 10th, San Francisco

Cost: $20 Includes a copy of the book Best Lesbian Erotica 2014


No one turned away for lack of funds



I am excited to be part of this reading, and am looking forward to reading an abridged version of "What I Need", a piece filled with D/s, edgeplay, rough sex, pain play, bootplay, breathplay and bloodsports. What more could you want?


Here is an excerpt from the story:

I push you to your knees, take out my cock, and ram it down your throat.  Fuck the niceties, I need to be deep inside you right away, and I am there, feeling your throat convulse around me, growling, telling you to choke on my cock, to take it for me.  I have my hands wrapped in your hair and I fuck your face, watching you work to take my dick, reveling in the sight of tears in your eyes.  I take your breath with my cock, your nose stuck in my belly, my dick down your throat, and watch you struggle, your eyes huge, tears rolling down your cheeks.  I pull back just a bit to free your breath, and yank up my shirt, as I take your breath again, my cock blocking your throat. I don’t pull up my shirt often, usually fuck with all my clothes on, but I want to feel your tears on my skin. My hunger for that is stronger than my need to be completely covered, at least right in this moment, and I know how you see me.

My stomach is jammed against your nose, allowing you no air. I savor it, the control I have over you in this moment, and wrap my hands into your hair, pulling it, as I feel you gasp around my cock.  Then I let you breathe again, pulling out for a moment to slap you across the face with my dick, watching your mouth form the words, “Thank you Sir.”

I slap you in earnest, hard on the face, with my cock, then the back of my hand, repeatedly, each time upping the intensity.  I thrust into your throat, feeling you choke on my cock, telling you to take it for me, be good for me.  I groan, and grip your hair tightly, ramming your mouth onto me, closing my eyes, savoring the feel of being deep inside you.  I work my boot between your legs and grind it into you, meeting your eyes and watching them fill with pain, my dick down your throat muffling any noise you might make.  I ride your throat hard, my boot grinding in time with my strokes, fresh tears falling on my fat belly and making my cock even harder. 
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Several years ago, I wrote the introduction to a gay sci fi/fantasy erotica collection published by Circlet Press, titled Wired Hard 4: Erotica for a Gay Universe. When reading the stories selected for this collection, I fell hard for one in particular: "Parts", by Kal Cobalt.

I wrote this about it:

"With science fiction/fantasy erotica, we want to feel stretched and challenged; we want the eroticism and the worldbuilding without sacrificing either—we want the story to blow our minds and our dicks too...When reading is that good, I know I am exactly where I want to be. When erotic reading wraps round my breath as well as my cock, I close my eyes and savor that for a moment, and can feel myself start to tremble. When science fiction/fantasy sends jolts of electricity into me, my lip caught between my teeth, I can feel the shifts begin to happen. When science fiction/fantasy grabs me, it’s because the writer has found a metaphor, a vision, a universe that casts light and shadows through the water of my life and my world, shifts the way I see myself. When it’s good like that, I am what changes.

“Parts” got to me that way. The transformation of Raz and the connection that he created with Monkey, the circuit they create together, where Raz taps into and rides Monkey’s sensations felt like a perfect metaphor to me. It illuminated something I have been thinking and writing about for years—the way that I can connect so intimately with someone I can ride their sensations, from pain to orgasm. Kal Cobalt’s piece showed me a new way of thinking about it, gave me new language to talk about it."

This story spoke to me as a transgender stone butch, in a deep way. It's posted on Circlet's advent calendar, and you can read it for free, right now. I highly recommend it.

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I am thrilled to be included in yet another volume of Best Lesbian Erotica, the erotica series that helped to shape my eroticism and erotica writing. The 2014 edition of this much beloved erotica series, edited by Sarah Schulman and Kathleen Warnock, will be released on December 10th, and is available for pre-order now.

The table of contents includes work by well-known erotica writers and series regulars like Diana Cage, D.L. King, Theresa Noelle Roberts, Sinclair Sexmith, and Sharon Wachsler. Series editor Kathleen Warnock has called it “our most diverse line-up ever,” mentioning authors from India, Lebanon, and South Africa.

There are two official release parties (that highlight readings), one in NYC on 12/19, and one in SF on 12/12. I will be reading at the SF release party, alongside Amy Butcher, Jen Cross, Carol Queen, Sinclair Sexmith, BD Swain, and few exciting others to be announced.
When: Thursday, December 12th, 7-9pm
Where: The Center for Sex and Culture, 1349 Mission Street between 9th and 10th, San Francisco

What: Queer Smut: Best Lesbian Erotica 2014 release party

Cost: $20 (includes a copy of the book) No one turned away for lack of funds.

My story in Best Lesbian Erotica 2014, “What I Need” is filled with intense dominance and raw desire, and I am so excited to have it appear in this volume. Here is a small excerpt that illustrates the kind of possessive dominance this story captures:

I need to be inside you.  This minute, no waiting, no preparation.  Fuck taking off any clothes, fuck finding an appropriate place, fuck finishing this conversation, I need to pull my dick out of my pants and be inside you immediately.  I am ravenous for you, need to have you, selfishly, focused on my urgency, aching to take exactly what I need from you right this second.  I need to stake my claim in you, on you, grab what’s mine.  Possess you thoroughly, ruthlessly, immediately.  And I can, because you are mine. You chose this 2 years ago, and keep choosing it, every day.

I hope to see you on 12/12 at the SF release party (and reading)!
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“Baxter’s Boy”, my story printed in the new anthology, The Big Book of Orgasms, was a long time coming. I’ve written elsewhere about how this piece is connected to my development as a smut writer, and is set in a very specific moment in my dykey college town, when trans men were coming out in droves and queer communities began to shift. The editor, Rachel Kramer Bussel, recently called it “a wonderful take on gender and desire.”

That is particularly apropos because “Baxter’s Boy” also has deep origins in my own genders and desires. I think owning and claiming your desires is a powerful thing to do; it is a central aspect of my sex positive politic. It’s also a huge turn-on for me: when someone owns their desires, is embodied in them and names them clearly, it is one of the hottest things in the world. One of the things I love about so many of the faggots I’ve known is how much they boldly and bluntly owned and claimed their desires.

I’ve been hot for faggotry for as long as I can recall actually owning my own desires, beginning around 20 years ago. Not just individual queer men, though I definitely have been hot for many. But for faggotry as sexual culture, fag archetypes, queer men’s sexual geography and expression. As my gender has ebbed and flowed, that desire has remained constant.

This aspect of my own desire has been a broad theme in my published smut. I have created many genderqueer and trans men characters who ached for faggotry, who reveled in being recognized, cruised and desired as queer men, who wanted to suck cock in alleys and bathrooms, wanted Daddy to bring them home from the bars, wanted to be seen as the faggots they knew they were inside. Here are a few snippets from some of those stories:

That's why I chose this alley. Fag friends have cruised by with me, shown me where to go, described protocol. Told me story after story about being on their knees, or getting sucked off, or (if it's especially late and fairly empty) bending over against the dumpster and getting fucked until they are so weak they can barely make it home. It's like you know the same stories. You're standing there against the wall, strategically placed to watch for danger. You're a cocksucker's dream, every inch the leather Daddy of my fantasies.” –“Alley Obsession”, printed in Got a Minute?: Sixty Second Erotica

As your boy, I was able to tap a deep faggotry that had been denied realization by a trick of biology. There was no disruption in it for you. You fully celebrated my raunchy queer sexuality. I could sink into it with you, hold none of it back, know you would meet my faggotry with your own.”—“A Lesson About Gender”, printed in Pleasure Bound: True Bondage Stories

“Daddy made me feel proud to be a faggot. That affirmation of self threaded through everything. He knew about my fantasies, the way I ached to cruise for public sex but was scared that no one would touch me. He made me jack off as I described being forced to my knees in an alley, being bent over the sink in a public bathroom, kneeling to service cock after cock at a gloryhole.”—“Missing Daddy”, printed in Best Gay Erotica 2013

“I watch him carefully as I free my cock. His eyes widen. Is that fear? Excitement? Both, I decide, stroking my cock as I watch him. He is scared—what if it isn’t how he wanted? Or worse, what if it is? What if he really is a cocksucking fagboy who gets on his knees for strangers in alleys?” –“Nervous Boy”, printed in Love at First Sting: Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint

I came out into a cis gay men’s community, as a bisexual dyke. (I was genderfluid back then, but not out to myself about it.) My desires for many of the faggots in my life were not spoken, most of the time. We watched gay porn, they talked about their tricks and their lovers openly. We played spin the bottle and the boys tried out kissing each other. I had one former lover who became one of my closest friends, and shared the details of his queer sexual life, including a lot of details about how cruising and public sex work in cis gay culture. I learned sex positivity from these young faggots, as they continually affirmed their embodied desire with each other, and I began to build my own. I spent a long time yearning quietly. It felt impossible to be met in this desire.

Until about 15 years ago, when I got my hands on Carol Queen’s The Leather Daddy and the Femme. It was the first erotica I had ever read with a genderfluid character that got it on with cis gay men as a femme as well as a boy. This was the closest I had seen to any reflection of one of my core desires in an erotic text. Like Randy/Miranda in Carol Queen’s book, I didn’t just want to be desired as a boy, but as a femme too, without losing recognition as a fag. Because I wasn’t the kind of trans* that was just one of those things, and I wanted to be known, witnessed and desired in the fullness of all my genders. And I dreamed of a leather daddy I could submit to as all of myself.

I spent a long time writing about that need to be known, witnessed and desired as a fag boy, and in multiple genders. Many of my stories reflect that, including the ones I quoted above. But when I think about the origins of my own deep yearning for faggotry, I am taken back to the bisexual femme dyke I used to be, who thought her desire might never be met. She is who I wrote this story for.

“Baxter’s Boy” centers a high femme dyke who aches to play with queer boys. It focuses on her desire for Baxter, a gay FTM top, the first trans guy who came out as a faggot in her dykey college town. It is about her fantasies of bottoming to him and his boy, sparked by a long term crush and one particular New Year’s Eve kiss. Here is an excerpt that includes that kiss, along with a bit of pain play:

“When it hit midnight, I found myself next to Baxter somehow. He reached toward me, and gently touched my neck, watching my eyes as I trembled. Seconds later his hand was fisted in my hair, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, the other hand cupping my ass as he dipped me low. I opened to him, putting everything into that moment, all my submission, all my desire. He gently placed me back on my feet and smiled into my eyes, lightly chuckling. “I like to keep them guessing,” he said, indicating the crowd of shocked spectators. I smiled, heart pounding, and watched him walk back to his boy, his strut clearly showing he had done what he had come to do, and was proud of himself. He backed Robert into the wall and began to devour him.

I hadn’t seen him since. I spotted Robert watching me bottom a couple weeks later, as I fell in love with the rawhide cane.  I’m not a masochist, but there are some toys that reach into me. That kind of pain is a joy to submit to, in its relentless invasion.  I loved that cane so much I ached to kiss it afterwards.  When I opened my eyes to beg for that privilege, Robert was gone.

I went home that night with Robert and Baxter in my head, a fresh set of cane marks on my thighs. I lay in bed playing with the marks, taking off my combat boots and grinding the soles into them. I imagined Robert’s eyes watching me, Baxter’s boots on my sore thighs. I wanted them both so much. Wanted them inside my head, filling up all my holes, giving me pain. Wanted to be between them, a conduit for their pleasure in each other.”

“Baxter’s Boy” has just been printed in The Big Book of Orgasms, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. As part of its launch, I will be reading and signing books, along with a number of other authors, at the Polk Street Good Vibrations in San Francisco this Wednesday 11/6 at 630pm.

This blog post is an official part of the BBOO virtual book tour, and as such I can offer a giveaway. Click here for the chance to win a free copy of The Big Book of Orgasms.



cross posted from tumblr and my website
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I am pleased to announce that I will be doing another reading in SF in the first week of November. This FREE reading is to celebrate the launch of The Big Book of Orgasms, which is now widely available. I will be reading from “Baxter’s Boy”, a piece filled with queer fantasy and yearning, which has its roots in my identity as a smut writer.

WHEN: Wednesday November 6th, 2013, 6:30 - 7:30pm

WHERE: Good Vibrations Polk Street, 20 Polk Street (at Sacramento Street), San Francisco

WHAT: The Big Book of Orgasms: 69 Sexy Stories (Cleis Press) is editor Rachel Kramer Bussel's latest and greatest erotica anthology. This climactic collection of pansexual short shorts are perfect for bedtime reading to a lover or on your own. Whether getting off from exhibitionism, voyeurism, hot wax, dirty talk or a very special pair of blue jeans, the characters in The Big Book of Orgasms go all out for the Big O. From vanilla to kinky, and everything in between, there's something for all erotic readers here.

At this special reading, Bussel will be joined by contributors Lily K. Cho, Malin James, Crystal Jordan, Sinclair Sexsmith, Donna George Storey, B.D. Swain, Virgie Tovar, Jade A. Waters and Xan West (that’s me!) for an evening of steamy stories that's sure to leave you hot and bothered.

Facebook Event Listing: https://www.facebook.com/events/186231794893318/

Fetlife Event Listing: https://fetlife.com/events/201391

I want to tell you about the Bookgasm raffle, where you can win 23 digital copies of Coming Together erotica anthologies, including two with my work: Coming Together: In Flux, and Coming Together: In Vein. Deadline to enter is 11/30/13.

Also, Cleis Press is running an Amazon sale on digital copies of a number of their anthologies, including two with my work: I Like to Watch and Leathermen.

I hope to see you at the reading on November 6th!
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Cleis Press is doing an ebook sale, and two books that contain my erotica are on sale for $1.99 in ebook form, on Amazon:

I Like to Watch: Gay Erotic Stories edited by Christopher Pierce- $1.99

I Like to Watch is a collection of voyeuristic gay smut. It contains "Compersion", a sweet sadistic ride from the POV of a Daddy who's boy is showing off for him by bottoming to two sadists.

Here is an excerpt, from the beginning of the story. (As a heads up, it describes play that involves blades, voyeurism, rough body play, and objectification.)

He calls it showing off for Daddy. He likes to show off for me. It gives him the opportunity to make me proud and get me off, all at once. He picks tops that are wired like me, to get off on tears, fear, control, and pain. Because he loves to play that way, but also, particularly, because he knows that will give me a good show. He knows that watching him cry as he gets fucked is sure to make me cum.

He had a special treat for me that night, had been putting it together for weeks. He set up my favorite chair, my Daddy chair, so that I could see everything. He had even thoughtfully provided a footstool, toilet, and cumrag in the form of Sam, a boy who I had been hot for ever since I met him three years ago. Sam was in service to a couple, Marcus and Franklin, who always topped together. Abe had been lusting after them for as long as I had been eyeing Sam. He could not hide his cat-got-the-cream grin as he showed them around. He wore his eagerness openly, and I wondered if they were thinking what I would be thinking—about slapping it off his face. I settled into my chair, ordered Sam into position, and put my boots up, resting them on his bare back. It was going to be a good night, I could feel it.

They cornered him against the wall, knives in hand, speaking softly to him. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but his eyes got wider and he had stopped breathing. He was scared, I could tell from across the room, and just watching the fear on his face made my dick hard. Marcus had a gloved hand on Abe’s throat, a knife against his cheek, holding him still against the wall, as Franklin swiftly shredded his clothes from his body.

He was trying so hard to be perfectly still, but I could see him trembling slightly. Franklin’s knife toyed with his cock, as Marcus murmured something that made him wince and close his eyes. The moment seemed to last a very long time, that thick, long, shiny blade caressing his dick. He began to breathe rapidly, his fists clenching as he fought to stay still. It was delicious.

They yanked him away from the wall and stood him between them. He was staring into Franklin’s eyes when Marcus punched him on his back. Franklin responded by punching his pecs, and they worked a call and response rhythm together on his body, building it, until it was so fast he had no time to process it. He was struggling, shaking his head, and stomping, trying to take it, but I knew it was too much too fast and he didn’t know how. That was the point, to throw him off, not let him find his footing, and I could see it getting to him.

Franklin spun him around, and began pounding into his back with his fists, as Marcus removed his gloves to put others on. I knew what these must be—SAP gloves. So did Abe, because he growled, as Marcus began to punch his chest. I could see him struggle with it, watched it blossom on his face. He couldn’t stop them, was overwhelmed and off kilter and he always cries when you punch his chest—it’s like a release valve, and this time I got to watch it happening, and savor each moment.

It was glorious, to sit back and watch him struggle against tears, until he released them. It made my cock throb. When I saw Marcus continue to pound his chest with punches while he cried, grinning all the while, saw Abe register that it wasn’t going to stop, and he really could let go, my heart filled up with love for him. My boy was beautiful when he cried.

Leathermen: Gay Erotic Stories by Simon Sheppard- $ 1.99

Leathermen is a collection of gay kinky porn. It contains my story "Willing", where a jaded vampire meets that ever elusive prize: a willing boy who can really take it. 'Nathan Burgoine has described this story as:  "brutally brilliant, a mix of sex, BDSM, and boundary pushing that leaves the reader breathless and unsure of the possibility of a positive outcome. 'Willing' deliciously defies expectations.”

I've discussed this story before, sharing an excerpt from the beginning of the story. Here is a different excerpt from "Willing", from later in the tale when the vampire top begins to really go after what he wants. (As a heads up, it describes play that involves sadistic desire, blood, rough body play, and pain play.)

I want my claws on his chest, now. I want to rip him open, expose him to my gaze, my teeth, my hunger. I want his blood on every tool in my possession. Now. I want to feast on him. I can feel the beast roll through my body.

Not yet. I want more pain to draw it out. I want to see if it's true. I want to know he can take my worst and still want more. I want to see his strength. That is worth delaying my feed. And postponing it will only make it sweeter.

I breathe deeply, focusing my senses as I walk slowly in front of him, inspecting him from every angle. He straightens his posture, easing into a position he can hold. I move close, and grip his shirt, tearing it swiftly from his chest and tossing it onto the floor. That's what I want first. I throw my shoulder into the body slam, and feel the electricity of our skins’ contact. I trace my fingertips along the horizontal scars on his chest, and then grip his nipples, twisting. I am so close, I cannot resist sinking my teeth in and teasing myself. I bite deeply, barely avoiding breaking skin. Building connection. Making my cock throb. Drawing out my beast. I lift up and bite down, feeling his body shift with the pain, laying my mark on him. I claim him like this, first. Begin how you wish to proceed. With fear and pain and teeth and sex all rolled together. I can feel the blood pulsing just at the surface, calling me. I bite down hard and thrust my cock against him. My low growl mixes with the slow soft moan that escapes his lips. I lift my head to meet his eyes, and see that he has begun to fly.

I step back and begin my dance around him. Heaving my fist into his chest. My boot into his thigh. My open hand slamming down onto his pecs. I move rapidly, layering and shifting, gliding around him. Thrusting pain into him in unpredictable gusts of movement. Upping the ante. Ramming my boot into his cock, grinding the heel in and watching his eyes. He is twirling high in the air, lips parted, offering himself to me. His eyes entreat me to use him. And I do, exercising minute control, I coil into him, watching as he floats. This is just the beginning. I constrict his breath, cover his mouth and nose and thrust my teeth into his shoulder, feeling his heart against my tongue.

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To celebrate The Big Book of Orgasms: 69 Sexy Stories being in stock on Amazon as of October 1st, editor Rachel Kramer Bussel having a 48-hour flash sale. Not only do you get 69 stories for $12.12 (less than 18 cents a story!) you also get a whole other free autographed book. It’s a win win.

Note: This offer only extends to purchases on Amazon.com from October 1 at 12:00 a.m. EST to October 2 at 11:59 p.m. EST. I can only send to U.S. addresses for print copies, but can send Kindle copies to anyone. Just buy The Big Book of Orgasms from Amazon during that 48 hour time period, then forward your receipt by 9 a.m. EST on October 3 to orgasmantho at gmail.com with “BOGO” in the subject line and tell Rachel which of these Cleis Books you’d like. She will send yours by November 1st (or immediately if you request the Kindle version). Your options: Anything for You, Baby Got Back, Best Bondage Erotica 2011, Best Bondage Erotica 2012, Best Bondage Erotica 2013, Best Sex Writing 2008, Best Sex Writing 2009, Best Sex Writing 2010, Best Sex Writing 2012, Bottoms Up, Caught Looking, Cheeky Spanking Stories, Do Not Disturb, Fast Girls, Going Down, Gotta Have It, He’s on Top, Hide and Seek, ), Irresistible, The Mile High Club, Obsessed, Only You, Orgasmic, Passion, Peep Show, Please, Ma’am, Please, Sir, Rubber Sex, Serving Him, She’s on Top, Smooth, Spanked, Suite Encounters, Surrender, Tasting Her, Tasting Him, Twice the Pleasure, Women in Lust, Yes, Ma’am, Yes, Sir. Thank you!

Official description:

What happens when you bring together 69 authors sharing their hottest orgasm stories? If you have top notch erotica editor Rachel Kramer Bussel, you get The Big Book of Orgasms! This climactic collection captures top erotica writers serving up steamy scenarios all focused on The Big O. Whether getting off from exhibitionism, voyeurism, or a very special pair of blue jeans, the characters in The Big Book of Orgasms explore all sorts of ways they can come. Go “Under the Table” with Elizabeth Coldwell and cheer for “The Pink Team” by Kelly Rand. Discover the thrill of hot wax and even hotter sex; these short stories bring the heat on every page! With a foreword by Ecstasy is Necessary author Barbara Carrellas, these are climaxes you’ll want to relive again and again.

My piece, “Baxter’s Boy”, which took years to write, is printed in this anthology. Here is a short excerpt:

He was a legend. Baxter. The first to transition in my college town. (At least, the first anyone knew about.) In 1994. Before the generation of FTMs that started T the instant they finished their degrees in women’s studies. Before the genderqueers and the transgressively gendered. Before bois spelled it with an “i” and any one talked about cisgender. Before the trans revolution hit my dykey college town, there was Baxter. Anti-social. Determined to enjoy his faggotry, in a time when it was frowned upon for FTMs to name their desire for cis men...or each other.

Baxter had been a softball butch, dated high femmes, fucked other butches in secret. Then he left town. When he came back, he was a fag. He brought out FTMs and butch boys, teaching them to celebrate their faggotry, to own their desire for pain. He was so good with a cane that he had experienced leatherfags begging to submit to him. Robert had been his boy for over 2 years now. They were a happy pair, rarely going out, except to cruise fresh meat. Boys that were full of need, and bravado, that needed to be shown their place. These boys would emerge from that house with their heads high, their leather immaculate, and a pride of fresh marks on their backs. 

He mesmerized me. I ached to be boy enough for him. Except I wasn’t a boy. I wasn’t even butch. This high femme dyke ached to play with queer boys. I jacked off to gay porn. I knelt to suck butch cock, dreaming of alleys and piers, glory holes and bathrooms. I had fantasies about Baxter, because he was a fag...and had dated femmes.  Might there still be desire in there, for a femme in seamed stockings, her deep red lips on his cock?

Now is the time to order The Big Book Of Orgasms from Amazon, fresh off the presses and with a free book thrown in for good measure.

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Cleis Press is doing a Super Summer Sale, and two books that contain my erotica are on sale for $1.99 in ebook form, on Amazon:

Pleasure Bound: True Bondage Stories edited by Alison Tyler- $1.99

Pleasure Bound contains "A Lesson About Gender", one of my two stories that center genderfluid genderqueer characters (the other is "Strong", which was printed in Say Please). I discuss the origins of both stories here.

Here is an excerpt, from the first part of the story, where the protagonist is watching a dual set of scenes with the same dominant, that spur memories of hir own dominant. (As a heads up, it describes gendered play that involves blades, bondage, rough body play, and pain play.)

"With his girl it’s intimate, reaching into all those places instinctively guarded, so dangerously deliciously intimate, his blade menacing her eyes, piercing the inside of her lower lip. She’s bound, revealed, facing the voyeurs; intensity building; then silky sliding penetration, fear twisting into pain. She’s tough. It’s not about breaking her. It’s about ripping her open slowly, savoring each tear, each exposure, each soft sound. She’s trembling, uttering very few words, simply soft gasps and pleading eyes. He’s up close, very close. She’s slowly split open like fruit, tears dripping.

With his boy: the boy’s not bound, not still. He takes positions braced against hardness: hard wall, hard floor; back to the crowd for the entirety, physical distance between them. Sir is huge, towering over his boy. He’s using percussive, slow rhythm; simple tools: fists, boots, belt; punching, kicking, beating, jarring. The boy is required to hold positions, made to do push-ups, pushed to physical limits. There’s constant verbal interaction, the boy’s voice keeping rhythm, counting off. Tears are present, but they’re not the point. Fear is not the point. He’s tough. It’s not about breaking him. It’s about building him up, revealing his strength to him, building something important, the boy taking pride in himself, Sir taking pride in his boy."

Brief Encounters: 69 hot Gay Shorts edited by Shane Allison- $1.99

Brief Encounters contains "This Boy", a microfiction piece that describes the fantasies of a dominant sadist. It was a cathartic piece for me to write, naming in particular a fantasy that I was choosing not to act on, about a boy who was asking for it.

Here is an excerpt. (As a heads up, it describes ds focused sadism.)

"I want to stalk this boy around the room, until I’ve cornered my prey against a wall. I want to watch the pulse in his throat speed up. I want to savor the scent of his fear, build it up as I menace him with my size and ferocity. I want to speak to him softly, about sadism, about the beast that roams in my skin. Detail all of the ways he has been teasing it. Describe exactly the promises he has made and how he has been asking for it. I want this boy to realize what he’s been doing, and be afraid. And then I want to take his breath, and watch him struggle with a smile on my face. I want him to know what it is to be at my mercy and to see exactly how merciless the beast inside me can be."

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I have recently posted a resource list on Writing the Other, on my fairly new writing website:
http://xanwest.wordpress.com/2013/04/10/resources-on-writing-the-other/

There are a bunch of links of interest on that site as well, including erotica round ups and calls for submission.


That site will be my main site for writing news and reflection, though I will continue to post here occasionally.
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I have had a hard day, hard times in general these days as I prepare to move across the country. So tonight I took myself out to two of my favorite places in NYC, one of my last dates with the city that has been mine for most of my life before I move. One of them is a Chinese restaurant that I love, where the food tastes like the Chinese food I ate growing up. And growing up a middle class white Jew in NYC in the 80s, I ate Chinese food on most major holidays, and in general ate it a lot. It's one of the things that tastes like home and comfort in an uncomplicated feel good way (which is rare, given my childhood). I've been going to this particular restaurant since I ate there after a kink education class at the LGBT Center in the early years of my involvement in the local BDSM scene. It's my go-to in that neighborhood, and it's one of the restaurants I will miss most.

The other place I went is Marie's Crisis, a piano bar I wish I had known about years before I discovered it, where they only play showtunes, and everyone sings. It's been a while for me, as the migraines started getting worse I just haven't been able to plan to go, and I'm a planner. But I know that I needed to go back there ideally a few times before I left, in these last weeks. I'm very glad I went tonight.

Jim Allen, who has been playing piano there for 25 years, was playing tonight. (Thursday nights is the night he plays these days, and I highly recommend Marie's on Thursday nights in particular.) I got there early, and it was slow, and so I got to sit next to the piano for several hours, and listen, and sing, and soak up the showtunes. He is a fount of knowledge about musicals, and is very generous with it. There were a few moments tonight where I pulled out my notebook and wrote things down.

One of the songs I heard for the first time tonight is called "Talk Amongst Yourselves" from Taboo. An older dyke is singing about the loss of the gay men in her community to AIDS. It is a gorgeous song, and heartbreaking in this perfect way, as torch songs from musicals often do to me. "I live among these ruins..." That image just gets me.

Another song I learned tonight, was "Old Fashioned Love Story" from "Wild Party". It's so rare for me to find representation of lesbian culture in musicals, and it makes me so happy when I do. (Even given some of the unfortunate aspects of this representation, representation at all is so unusual that it warmed my heart.) Here are a few versions of it. (As a warning, if you go looking for more, a lot of folks play it like a lesbian predator or lets go for laughs just because she's queer. I thought these versions were respectful and felt like a queer claiming of the song.)




I'm so glad that I got to have this experience before leaving NYC.
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I just heard this evening that Cleis Press wants to include my story, “Missing Daddy” in Best Gay Erotica 2013. The series is edited by Richard Labonte, and this year’s volume is guest edited by Paul Russell. Labonte originally printed “Missing Daddy” in an anthology he edited, Daddies: Gay Erotic Fiction.

This is the story that I read from most often; the voice is so strong it makes for a good one to read aloud. It features a Daddy reminiscing about when he was a boy dreaming about gay public sex, and being claimed by his first Daddy. Both Daddy and boy are FTMs in the story—a bear and his cub with a sweet and raunchy dynamic, and they are part of a community of trans fags. It features some lovely heavy pain play with canes, describing it from the POV of a submissive who is not a masochist, but takes the pain for Daddy, and it culminates in a classic gay fantasy gangbang initiation scene. I have tremendous affection for it. I’m really glad that it will be reprinted, and in such a widely read anthology series.

Here are what a few folks have said about it, in response to the printing in Daddies:

Xan West's wistful "Missing Daddy" is about learning and moving on." –Richard Labonte, from the Introduction to Daddies

 “The moody "Missing Daddy" by Xan West features a Daddy reflecting on an epic gangbang-in-the-park scene given to him by his own Daddy years ago, and relating to his own boys.” --T. R. Moss

“Intense, compelling read.” Steve Isaak

"A "cub" undergoes an initiation into adulthood in Xan West’s "Missing Daddy,"... for a book so full of canings, rough sex, and bondage, "Daddies" offers a surprising number of moving stories about relationships that find their own lasting perfection: these men adore one another, however gruff the manner in which they might show it." –Killian Melloy

(cross posted to tumblr)

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On the first day of my vacation last spring, I woke early in the morning before my flight to the Bay area determined to finish a piece of short erotica before I left town, just in time for an open call for orgasm microfiction. A couple hours of intensive work later, I finished "Baxter's Boy".

"Baxter's Boy" started about a dozen years ago when I had an erotic dream sparked by a surprise kiss from a fag I had a crush on one New Year's Eve, but thought I had no chance with because I was femme presenting at the time, though was actually gender fluid. I began to write the dream, and to read aloud the pieces I wrote to my friends. Thus was my career as an erotica writer born.

I never finished writing that story back then. But, about 2 years later, I picked it up again and tried to write the beginning of it, to introduce the characters, set the scene, as it started in the middle of the action. By then I was no longer genderfluid and had settled into a masculinity rather far from the femme gender I had been when the original kiss occurred. I set it the early 2000's in my small college town, where the kiss had actually taken place for me. And I tried to write the femme I used to be sometimes, who dreamed of being witnessed and desired in her trans-ness, fantasized about (trans and cis) fags wanting her.

I never finished that start on the story either. This spring, I had an idea of taking that beginning, and finishing it differently. Not with the scene I dreamed of, but with that femme’s fantasy jack off session after the kiss. And I had a piece of microfiction that started many years ago, a piece full of nostalgia for the genderfluid femme I used to be, the trans fags I knew a dozen years ago, the way queer communities started a deep shift in my college town in the late 90s.

I just heard this evening that the editor intends to print the piece, pending the approval of the press. “Baxter’s Boy” will likely appear in Rachel Kramer Bussel’s new orgasm anthology in 2013. This is the first piece of mine to appear in one of her anthologies, though she has curated readings I’ve been in before. I am excited to know that this trans nostalgia piece will be out in the world.

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I devoured Sassafras Lowrey’s debut novel, Roving Pack. (I pre-ordered, so I got it before the official October release.) I tried to savor it, but it was not a small bites book, not a go slow on the first read experience.

The prose is achingly simple, stripped down and transparent, with an intensely compelling central character and a universe drawn in immense detail. The kind of prose I love. The kind of prose that makes me think—I can do that; writing doesn’t have to be fancy and confusing, it can be approachable, it can be real. The kind of prose that carries me away on the story.

I fell for Click and felt for Click—or rather, felt with Click. Sometimes so intensely it was too much, and I needed to put the book down for a bit. Click and I come from different cultural contexts, in so many ways. (Click exists in a straight-edge queer leather gutter punk community in PDX in the early 2000’s.) And, yet...some of this novel hit very close to home, reached into sore places for me. And it wasn’t gentle about it.

Roving Pack is precisely detailed in the way it weaves in some painful realities of queer leather life. For that in particular, it is so deeply needed, in so many ways. It gives you a visceral feel for very specific experiences that are not often discussed at all, much less there on the page in a novel that is steeped in the reality of them. It gets right to the gut of them, and so I’m going to speak from that gut as I write about it. I’m about to get specific about a few threads in the novel. So if you are the sort that avoids spoilers, stop reading now.

For us genderqueer folks who don’t fit the traditional trans narrative and are struggling with/against community norms, pressures and expectations around what makes you “legitimately” trans, us veterans of gender border wars…this book will break your heart in the ways it illuminates this reality. It left me in shards, not wrapped up nice and neat, not hopeful, but oh so raw, and that bold choice was so frustrating and real…and I’m not sure what I think of it yet. I will tell you that it sucked to leave Click in that moment. Beyond that, I’m still thinking about the way it ends, and don’t know where I will land on that.

For those of us who know what it’s like to want abusive and neglectful parents and family members to just leave you the fuck alone, and who grapple with the fear that comes from being stalked by those who were supposed to protect you but instead inflicted harm that still is unending with the stalking…this thread is woven very tightly into this book. It is part of the context, and part of the story, but doesn’t take center stage much of the time, in a way that I found eerily familiar. This aspect of the novel haunts me. Because that’s the reality of this experience; it is part of the every day, and then it flares up and takes over, and then it fades again into just part of life. If you know this experience, this thread may trigger the hell out of you. And it may feel like someone finally got it right, put it down the way it is. Probably both.

For those of us who came to leather so deeply hungry to submit and be wanted that our hunger drove our choices to some hard and traumatic places…this book savors the details of that experience, with all of its erotic charge and real danger, the intense vulnerability and need, and the exploitation, heartbreak, and abuse that can and often does happen in those circumstances. It illustrates how complicated abusive Ds dynamics can be, how much they can feel normal and even valued in kink communities, how intensely they can include love and desire. Click doesn’t simplify hir experiences with these two Daddies that left hir broken and orphaned. Ze insists we hold hir yearning and desire, hir pain and confusion, the way hir life and sense of self intertwined with both the care and the abuse ze experienced in these relationships. The boot shaped bruises on hir heart are bared for us to see in sharp detail, and they don’t let us distance ourselves from them in easy ways—we can’t just call it abuse and leave it at that. We are forced to hold the complexity.

It is this last thread that I am especially grateful for. Most writing about leather is how to, or intended to get you off. It is rare to see anything that focuses on leather relationships in the real world, and these are at the center of this novel, both Click’s relationships with hir Pack, as well as hir Daddies and casual lovers. I treasure that. But I particularly treasure the way that Lowrey unflinchingly describes the complexity of abusive and neglectful D/s relationships, from the inside, particularly Daddy dynamics with their specific intensity and play with identity and dependence.

I can only imagine how hard it was to write this. I know it was hard as fuck to read it. And. As a survivor of this kind of D/s relationship, it was invaluable to see it reflected in print in a real and complex way. It felt affirming to have this be part of Click’s reality, and have it be as big as it was, and yet not the whole story. Because that’s the thing about trauma—it is huge and ripples all the way through our lives, and it also is not the entirety of our lives, or our consciousness about them, it’s not the only priority or the only story, does not take over everything, even if it sometimes feels like it will.

We don’t talk about abuse in leather communities very often. I know, because I have felt the backlash and the desperate welcome that comes with being someone who does talk about it. It is so important to have these conversations from a complex and compassionate place, and Roving Pack is a vital voice in that endeavor.

In Roving Pack, Lowrey does what I need from queer literature; ze unflinchingly tells an insider story, one rife with specificity, that documents a very particular queer leather culture in a very particular setting. I am very glad that this book is out in the world, doing its essential work.

(cross posted on tumblr)

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As an erotica writer, I read erotica frequently, and have a rather sizeable collection of print anthologies in particular. On a forum I follow, someone requested resources for ftm/cisgender man pairings in erotica and visual porn. When I saw it, no one had posted about written erotica. So, I took the time to put together a rather lengthy response. I thought I would also share it with you. (If you have resources to add, feel free to comment; I'd be glad to hear about more stories.)

I write kinky queer erotic stories under the name Xan West, many of which feature trans and genderqueer characters. You can find my full list of stories by looking at my profile page, but I will list some that may interest you here, before naming other sources for written erotica.

For ftm/cisgender man pairings, my stories include:
-"Willing", about a cisgender gay vampire who picks up an ftm boy in a bar, which is printed in the collections Leathermen; Blood Sacraments; and Men at Noon, Monsters at Midnight
-"Kneeling for Him", about an ftm who picks up a top in a gay leatherbar in SF, which is printed in the collections In Plain View, and Bondage by the Bay
-"A Lesson about Gender", about a genderqueer submissive reminscing about a cisgender man ze used to play with, which is printed in Pleasure Bound

For ftm/ftm pairings, my stories include:
-"Alley Obsession", about two ftms doing cocksucking in an alley, printed in Got a Minute?
-"Nervous Boy", about a first date between two ftms, printed in Love at First Sting
-"Missing Daddy" about an ftm/ftm bear/cub couple, printed in Daddies
-"A Large Full Meal", about two transmasculine tops getting it on in a bathroom, printed in Salacious Magazine and the collection Cruising for Bad Boys
-"Strong", from the POV of a transgender top playing with a genderfluid bottom, printed in Say Please

(One thing I try to do is write erotica that is accessible to trans readers, where the descriptions do not jar us out of our bodies, so my other gay work may be of interest as well. My profile lists it.)

Now for other sources. I know print sources more than online ones for erotica, so I can tell you about that.

If you are interested in kink erotica, you may also want to read:
-Patrick Califia's work, especially his collection Boy in the Middle ("Gender Queer", "Boy in the Middle", and "Who Casts the First Stone"); it also includes "Above All the Lights", but I would not characterize that story as body positive--there is some intense self loathing for the intersex character. Also, his collection No Mercy ("Love Sees No Gender")
-Carol Queen's The Leather Daddy and the Femme (a series of vignettes about a genderqueer submissive who picks up a cisgender gay leatherman).
-You may also want to check out the recent collection Say Please, ed by Sinclair Sexsmith (in addition to my story, "Strong", it has two other stories  of trans/genderqueer pairings you might be interested in, "Black Hanky", by Sassafras Lowrey, and "Feathers Have Weight" by Alysia Angel.)
-The collection Bi Guys includes a couple stories of note. (Patrick Califia's story "Daddy's Boy Meets Daddy's Girl", and "Switching" by S. Bear Bergman)
-"Puppy Slut" by Michelle Brennan has a cisgender gay man/genderqueer boy pairing. It was printed in Best Lesbian Erotica 2006.

For a wider range of options that includes vanilla, I would recommend the following print sources:

Transgender collections:
-Tristan Taormino's latest collection, Take Me There: Trans and Genderqueer Erotica
-there are also older out of print trans erotica collections that you may be able to get used: Transgender Erotica ed. by M. Christian, Best Transgender Erotica ed. by Hanne Blank and Raven Kaldera
-Circlet Press has printed a few sci fi trans and genderqueer erotica collections, some of which are still in print (Up for Grabs, Up for Grabs 2) and a favorite of mine that you may be able to get used (Genderflex).

Gay collections:
While lesbian collections frequently include ftm/dyke and occasionally ftm/ftm pairings, gay collections include ftms much less frequently. My stories (and Patrick Califia's on occasion) are often the only ones I see with trans characters in them. The only one I have found is Greg Wharton's story, "Butterflies and Myths", which appeared in Best Gay Erotica 2004. (Gay erotica collections are a lot more prolific, though so I may have missed some.)

Lesbian collections:
You may also be interested in stories printed in lesbian collections, as they include ftm/ftm pairings. I would esp. recommend looking at Best Lesbian Erotica 2002 ("Johnny" by Alison L. Smith, and "The Word Nebraska" by Tennessee Jones) & Best Lesbian Erotica 2005 ("Fags Like Us" by Zane Jackson).

(cross posted to my tumblr)

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Danika at the Lesbrary discusses Say Please, and what belongs in "lesbian erotica", and specifically mentions my story, "Strong", as part of the Say Please Blog Tour:

"In a conversation on Lambda Literary, Sinclair Sexsmith admits that this collection is labelled “lesbian” BDSM erotica for marketing purposes and that she considers the collection queer, and that she is seeking to broaden the definition of “lesbian” for collections like this. (I can definitely empathize with this–I chafe at calling this a “lesbian book blog” and in name excluding lots of people I want to include, but I can’t find a better word.) There is definitely a lot of gender dynamics at work in Say Please. One of my favorites was “Strong” by Xan West, which features a trans butch dom and a genderqueer sub that switches between playing girl and playing boy in a scene"
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Friday the 13th of April is the perfect time to read queer kink smut. I am gathering with some other contributors to the new anthology, "Say Please: A Lesbian BDSM anthology to read our work. The event is hosted by Sinclair Sexsmith, who edited the collection.

Where: Bluestockings, 172 Allen Street, Lower East Side, New York City
When: 7pm on Friday, April 13th

You may recall that I wrote a rather lengthy blog post about my process writing the story, "Strong", which appears in Say Please. I will be reading from that piece in a couple weeks, alongside some of the most dynamic readers I have had the privilege to share a stage with. This promises to be an amazing night.

Here are the details:

Sinclair Sexsmith presents a cornucopia of queer kink—tantalizing tales rich in variety and saucy details of girls put in their place—and held there firmly. Whether readers dream of surrendering to a lover or of taking control, Say Please offers plenty of erotic inspiration and gives readers exactly what they want! Come hear authors from the book read their stories and celebrate the release of this kinky queer collection.

ABOUT THE HOST:

Sinclair Sexsmith runs the award-winning personal online writing project Sugarbutch Chronicles: The Gender, and Relationship Adventures of a Kinky Queer Butch Top at sugarbutch.net. With work published in various anthologies and websites, including Take Me There: Trans and Genderqueer Erotica, she is the guest editor of Best Lesbian Erotica 2012, and her first full-length erotica anthology, Say Please: Lesbian BDSM Erotica, will be published by Cleis Press in April 2012. Mr. Sexsmith writes, teaches, and performs focusing on the subjects of sex, gender, and relationships. More information on her at mrsexsmith.com.

ABOUT THE READERS:

  • Dusty Horn’s erotica has been published by Cleis in Orgasmic and Best Bondage 2011, her sex culture reportage on CarnalNation.com, and her critical theory of sex work in AORTA magazine. A BDSM professional, queer pornographer, kink educator, social worker, and rocknroll exhibitionist slut, Dusty is (in)famous for her spanking booths.
  • Editor of Carnal Machines, Spank, The Sweetest Kiss, and Where the Girls Are, D.L. King has contributed short stories to Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica, Girl Crazy, and Broadly Bound, among others. She’s published two novels and edits the erotica review site Erotica Revealed. Find her at www.dlkingerotica.com.  
  • Vie La Guerre is a femme wordsmith who lives in Chicago with her kittens, Foxy Brown and Zora.
  • Sassafras Lowrey (www.PoMoFreakshow.com) is an international award–winning storyteller, author, artist, and educator. Sassafras is the editor of the Kicked Out anthology, which brought together the voices of current and former homeless LGBTQ youth. Her prose has been included in numerous anthologies and she regularly teaches LGBTQ storytelling workshops at colleges and conferences across the country. Sassafras lives in Brooklyn, New York, with her family.
  • Miriam Zoila Pérez (www.miriamzperez.com) is a Cuban-American writer, blogger, and reproductive justice activist. She is the founder of RadicalDoula.com and an editor at Feministing.com. Her essays have been included in various anthologies, including Persistence: All Ways Butch and Femme. Pérez lives in Brooklyn.
  • Elizabeth Thorne began writing erotic stories when she was working in a place known as The Sex Lab. It was an act of desperation since, ironically enough, studying sex kept her too busy to meet anyone larger than a mouse… and unlike Cinderella she doesn’t actually swing that way. These days, Elizabeth spends her time sitting around in her PJs writing popular science during the day and erotic romance at night. She has contributed to more than a dozen anthologies of erotica and erotic romance and is proud to be the author of “The Gingerbread Dungeon,” a collection of pansexual BDSM fairy tales. You can find her online at withbatedbeth.com.
  • Xan West (that's me!) is the pseudonym of an NYC BDSM/sex educator. Xan’s “First Time Since” won honorable mention for the 2008 NLA John Preston Short Fiction Award. Xan has appeared in many anthologies, including Best SM Erotica 2 & 3, Best Women’s Erotica 2008 & 2009, and Best Lesbian Erotica 2011.

In other news, it has just been announced today that my story "It's My Job", printed in Hot Daddies: Gay Erotic Fiction, is a finalist for the 2012 National Leather Association's John Preston Short Fiction Award! (You may remember that my story "First Time Since", which appeared in the collection Hurts So Good was named honorable mention for that award in 2008.) 

If you are looking for my recent work, my story, “How He Likes it” appears in Best Lesbian Erotica 2012, which is now out and available. I had the pleasure of reprinting my story, "Ready" in a lovely anthology of tales around the theme of sex and transformation: Coming Together: In Flux.   In addition, several collections of erotica containing my work are on the shelves:  Brief Encounters: 69 Hot Gay Shortscontains my story “This Boy”; In Plain View: Hot Public Erotica, contains my story “Kneeling for Him”; Bondage By The Bay: Tales of BDSM In San Francisco, which contains two of my stories (“Nervous Boy” and “Kneeling for Him”) recently came out in e-book form. My work has been published in over 20 collections, including: Men at Noon, Monsters at Midnight, Backdraft, Hurts So Good, Best Women's Erotica 08 & 09, Leathermen, Frenzy, Daddies, Men on the Edge, Cruising for Bad Boys, Pleasure Bound, SexTime: Erotic Stories of Time Travel, Best SM Erotica 2 & 3, and I Like to Watch

I hope to see you on April 13!

Corey Alexander

 

 

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