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After I've prattled away in front of a group of Erotic Talk workshop goers, throwing around terms like "cock" and "cunt" with abandon, I always see at least a few eyebrows raised when I say that I used to be incredibly shy about sex talk, especially the saucy kind you might do with a lover.

Doesn't make it any less true.

I was not always the filthy mouthed writer you see before you on this site. Once, I was too shy to speak.

The lastest VE post explains a bit about how that changed, and why I think it's important.

For a bit of a change, I'll be performing to someone else's words: those of the lovely Mae Callen.

It's the VE 10th anniversary party!

Performances by ILL NANA/DiverseCity Dance (Toronto), Megan Butcher and Mae Callen, Simmilicious, Heart-On Burlesque, Riot Grrl Burlesque, and more!

...Music by CPI (thetastates.com), and DJs Mikkipedia & yalla! yalla!

Tickets $5-15 sliding scale, on sale at Venus Envy as of January 15th.

Doors at 9:30
Show at 10:30
Dance party til 2am

All proceeds to the Venus Envy Bursary Fund.
http://venusenvy.ca/Ottawa/bursary
Sponsored by Lelo, Steam Whistle beer, Ballyhoo Media and Venus Envy.
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I love talking about sex, I love learning about people's sex lives. They're fascinating. I like learning how people's bodies work. I'd say I'm generally pretty good at happy casual sex.

Sex work, I knew, would have its ups and downs. But so did being a Research Assistant for a bitchy professor. And I figured the pay for sex had to be a hell of a lot better than $7/hr.

And there you have the juciest quote from my newest post for Venus Envy, about sex work and POWER.

It's the last one before the holidays, so merry merry and keep warm.

A new missive on the VE site, about what an excellent writerly week I had last week.

Maybe you're the kind of person who can just enjoy nice things. If you are, more praise to you. Hey, who knows, maybe I envy you a little bit, even as I worry that you won't be quite as well prepared as you could have been for the End Times.

But enough about you.

Includes a lot of hopefully entertaining bla bla and also an excerpt from the story I just got published in Best Bondage Erotica 2011. Woot!

The last in this series - here's a taste:

That? That? That wee bloody coil nearly lost in the mess of stainless steel and surgical green?

That small thing had made me feel for 10 weeks like I was crazy.

Read the rest on the Venus Envy site!

And so begins my newest blog on Venus Envy's site:

It was a very angry uterus for many weeks. For 10 weeks, in fact. Angry with a full body rage I couldn't shake.

See, on August 5th, instead of cancelling the appointment to get an IUD like my uterus was telling me I should, I walked into the office, hoiked my legs into the always too short stirrups, and asked the doctor would she kindly shove a Nova T IUD into my womb.

Please to enjoy the rest!

I am very pleased and proud to announce the publication of These Are Not Movies: Screenplays for Films That Will Never Be Made.

Adam asked last winter, did I want to write one. Having never written any kind of screenplay, I figured that writing one that would never be filmed was a good place to start.

A while after I had agreed to and forgotten about a late spring deadline, I had a conversation with a close friend about a hilarious conversation that had happened the first year we knew each other. Except it had been 10 years since the conversation had ended, and we were starting to forget the details.

I wanted to make sure we never forgot. What could I do, what could I - aha! late spring deadline. Names and relationships have been changed, personalities amplified, background fabricated, but I hope I caught how much I love that I ever got to have the kernel of that conversation.

Here's where to buy it:

• Perfect Books (258A Elgin, near Somerset)
• All Books (327 Rideau, next to the Bytowne Cinema)
• Invisible Cinema (319 Lisgar, near Bank)
• directly from Adam: 40 Watt Spotlight

I ran into Milan the other night and he joshed me - kindly.

"I saw you’re blogging again," he said. "Just couldn’t stay away?"

I did feel a bit sheepish, and do a bit now, writing this.

But truth is, I promised Shelley I'd blog for her a couple months before I decided to stop blogging. And yknow, I still really like blogging, I just don’t want to do it for my own self any more. Over at VE, I can be a little more focussed, and don’t need to feel guilty about posting just a couple times a month.

I’ve been mulling over what to do with this space, whether to get rid of it, or reconfigure the site completely, or what. Seemed a shame to take it down completely, and I like the idea of a front page with rotating content.

So here’s what I came up with, and what you can expect to see here in the future:

• teasers for my venus envy posts
• notices for readings I’m in
• a wee note if I get published somewhere else
• event notices for feminist/sex-positive/queer events

All that to say: don’t expect to see much here, but don’t take this site out of your reader, either, lovers.

I said I wasn't going to blog anymore, but apparently, I'm just not going to blog *here* anymore. When I said no more blogging! I'd forgotten I'd agreed to blog for the new venus envy site when it was up and running.

And now it is up and running. And I am blogging there.

A teaser:

Though I'm not always clocked as such, I identify as a queer woman. Bisexual, specifically, though I’ve just come back to embracing that term after a few years away...

For the rest, visit the brand spanking new, beautiful, venus envy website. You can catch me there a couple times a month from here on in.

I didn't want to let you in, not again. But I did, and there you are, and goddamn, you smell good. My body itches and twitches and you can feel my fingers rumble. I'm sure you can the way you look at me. Can taste the blood of a bit lip kissed too hard over the tears that have encrusted your tongue in salt.

There's more yelling, there always is, bitter strings of it in the air as we get closer and closer. I'm not sure who lunges first, but we're such a mess I never could tell and then we're on the bed, on the floor, you've got me bent over the dresser, and we finish with finger-fucking in the corner behind the door just before I tell you to get out.

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Hello dirty friends -

Here we are, at what I think is probably the end of Your Weekly Dose. 145 posts spread over 4 years. I feel like I've done what I wanted to do, and had a pretty damn good run of it. This may be the end of the end, or I may be back, hard to say. Till then, keep your hands in your pants.

xo