Cherie Noel's Blog, page 27
April 17, 2012
Tuesday Triumph: Getting in the Groove
Today has been a good day. In the groove, you know? Only Tuesday and my flash piece for this week's Silver Shorts is already over a thousand words long, and I'm getting good info from the characters for my current wip... I'm even hopeful that if they keep chatting it up like this, I'll be able to start typing faster.
O.o Cause that would help. Like a lot, lol.
Righty-O, then, back to work, me.
O.o Cause that would help. Like a lot, lol.
Righty-O, then, back to work, me.
April 16, 2012
Manic Monday: The Short and Sweet of It
Up til 4am slept til 6am, back to bed at7 and up again at 9ish. If I seem a wee bit punch-drunk, blame the lack o'sleep and lower than average caffeine level in my bloodstream.
No, really.
Seriously though, things are looking shiny over here at the cave. I've got a brand spanking new (no silly babies, it doesn't have actual spanking in it...) banner in the works, and I also have a full plate of activities planned for the upcoming week.
I'm pleased to be able to announce that I finished my LiAW story yesterday, and am awaiting the final set of edits to come back so I can put the final polish on the story. :)
*grinning madly*
Also, have three dark horses running like mad to the finish line... er, that would be three stories that are nearing completion. Will keep y'all posted on what is going to be released first.
I know there's more... but seriously, I have to get back to work. No, really. And get more writing done so I have more stories out there to entertain you. :)
No, really.
Seriously though, things are looking shiny over here at the cave. I've got a brand spanking new (no silly babies, it doesn't have actual spanking in it...) banner in the works, and I also have a full plate of activities planned for the upcoming week.
I'm pleased to be able to announce that I finished my LiAW story yesterday, and am awaiting the final set of edits to come back so I can put the final polish on the story. :)
*grinning madly*
Also, have three dark horses running like mad to the finish line... er, that would be three stories that are nearing completion. Will keep y'all posted on what is going to be released first.
I know there's more... but seriously, I have to get back to work. No, really. And get more writing done so I have more stories out there to entertain you. :)
April 11, 2012
Am Sick and Am Writing
Sorry for the Lame-O lack of posting... been sick again, and been writing like mad. Trying to finish up LiAW piece for GR M/M group event. Will be back online in normal capacity.
April 7, 2012
With the Google Goggles in my Possession I Could Rule the World!
I could rule the world. No, really. As long as nobody else had them.
April 4, 2012
Work in Progress Wednsday: Shhhhhhhhh...
Still working on my LiAW story, Incongruent Angel.
I can't spill the beans yet, but I'll let you in on the song running through my head as I write.
It's a story of loss, lingering guilt, and redeeming love. And along with two sexy rockers hot for each other, there's a hugely pregnant and hormonal sister, puppies given as apologies, love poems written by a dead man and ...oh, yeah, a happy ending. Stay tuned.
I can't spill the beans yet, but I'll let you in on the song running through my head as I write.
It's a story of loss, lingering guilt, and redeeming love. And along with two sexy rockers hot for each other, there's a hugely pregnant and hormonal sister, puppies given as apologies, love poems written by a dead man and ...oh, yeah, a happy ending. Stay tuned.
April 3, 2012
Tuesday Teaser: A touch of Inspiration...NSFW
Today's Teaser goes up a bit late... sorry, babies, been a hellaciously busy day. Heh. Just like I love it. So, here's a little tease of a story inspired by a picture from the incomparable Dr. Porne, and of course, the original Invisible GayLord Ninja, Vicktor Alexander. Thanks guys.
How I Became A GayLord Ninja
Being gay in America, even if you're white and from a nice middle-class family is not what I'd call a picnic. This is especially true when you don't really have all the goods to fill your…picnic basket to perfection, if you know what I mean. Well, I'm here to tell you that you don't have to burn the basket and leave the goods scattered around for the bears in order for your picnic to become the social event of the season. Nope. All you have to do is get yourself over to the Purple Fantasy Den, and listen to the wise sayings of the man that runs the sweet little den of iniquity, and let him school you in the ways of the GayLords. My journey with him began in the summer months of my twenty-third year. I'd finally given up hoping to gain a few more inches anywhere. I mean, it was bad enough that I was kinda short at a measly 5'7". What was worse than being vertically challenged had to do with the pene chiquito I rocked between my thighs. In plain English, I have a little dick. When I say little, I don't mean seven inches or even six. On a good day, when I have lots of fluid in my body, and whatever is inspiring me is especially er, inspirational I top out at five inches. I'd just lost yet another potential Mr. Right when he got a gander at my goodie basket, and I was feeling lower than low. At home alone on a Friday, the clock just barely ticking over into the nine o'clock zone… and me with my laptop open on my nightstand ready to spend another evening wanking to the visions of collegiate beauty Corbin Fisher put together with such flair time and again. That's when it happened. I clicked on a link that popped up at the side of my tumblr page, and suddenly I was gasping with laughter. Who was this man who pulled me straight—well, not straight, but definitely right out of my funky mood? There was another link to something he called The Purple Fantasy Den. I clicked, and stumbled into the zen center of my soul.He posted snips of stories, bits and bobbles of wisdom wrapped up in hot sex and heartwarming moments of connection. I skipped over to the page where he talked about being who he was… and I was hooked right through the gills. That's when my world stood still. He posted a snip of a story about a man(?)womm(?)… a person named Michael who had breasts and a dick… and who liked himself that way. And whose partner liked him that way. If a guy like Michael could find love and acceptance, even if it was just in fiction, then there had to be hope for me. Someone could love me. Even with a five inch cock. I decided I would learn to use my cock, lips, teeth and tongue like a ninja. I would be a gay ninja of scorching sex. Once I finished the excerpt. I went to an online bookstore, bought everything the author had written, and went on to buy everything I could lay hands on about how to pleasure a man. Then I started to study in earnest.
How I Became A GayLord Ninja
Being gay in America, even if you're white and from a nice middle-class family is not what I'd call a picnic. This is especially true when you don't really have all the goods to fill your…picnic basket to perfection, if you know what I mean. Well, I'm here to tell you that you don't have to burn the basket and leave the goods scattered around for the bears in order for your picnic to become the social event of the season. Nope. All you have to do is get yourself over to the Purple Fantasy Den, and listen to the wise sayings of the man that runs the sweet little den of iniquity, and let him school you in the ways of the GayLords. My journey with him began in the summer months of my twenty-third year. I'd finally given up hoping to gain a few more inches anywhere. I mean, it was bad enough that I was kinda short at a measly 5'7". What was worse than being vertically challenged had to do with the pene chiquito I rocked between my thighs. In plain English, I have a little dick. When I say little, I don't mean seven inches or even six. On a good day, when I have lots of fluid in my body, and whatever is inspiring me is especially er, inspirational I top out at five inches. I'd just lost yet another potential Mr. Right when he got a gander at my goodie basket, and I was feeling lower than low. At home alone on a Friday, the clock just barely ticking over into the nine o'clock zone… and me with my laptop open on my nightstand ready to spend another evening wanking to the visions of collegiate beauty Corbin Fisher put together with such flair time and again. That's when it happened. I clicked on a link that popped up at the side of my tumblr page, and suddenly I was gasping with laughter. Who was this man who pulled me straight—well, not straight, but definitely right out of my funky mood? There was another link to something he called The Purple Fantasy Den. I clicked, and stumbled into the zen center of my soul.He posted snips of stories, bits and bobbles of wisdom wrapped up in hot sex and heartwarming moments of connection. I skipped over to the page where he talked about being who he was… and I was hooked right through the gills. That's when my world stood still. He posted a snip of a story about a man(?)womm(?)… a person named Michael who had breasts and a dick… and who liked himself that way. And whose partner liked him that way. If a guy like Michael could find love and acceptance, even if it was just in fiction, then there had to be hope for me. Someone could love me. Even with a five inch cock. I decided I would learn to use my cock, lips, teeth and tongue like a ninja. I would be a gay ninja of scorching sex. Once I finished the excerpt. I went to an online bookstore, bought everything the author had written, and went on to buy everything I could lay hands on about how to pleasure a man. Then I started to study in earnest.
April 2, 2012
Manic Monday: ON the GO
Meep.
Feeling rather like the white rabbit today. You know, the fellow from Alice in Wonderland who is always running around with his pocket-watch out and a stressed look on his furry little face? Well, I'm not that furry, but sure could use ten or twenty of me today to get all the things I'm doing done.
Sheesh.
I've RL errands to run, two stories to put the finishing touches to, and a kazill-billion other odds and ends to accomplish. Gods it makes me do a little happy dance. I love to be busy doing things that I love.
Hope that you are all having a good day... and if not, declare a do-over and start again from right where you are. It will happen. No, really. Get you some good day right outta your back pocket and spread it all over your sky.
Then color yourself happy and get a move on. Cause something wonderful is waiting right around the corner. It might look bad, but with the right attitude? I'll bet you can find the silver lining.
Go on. Get you some.
Ta for now.
Must run.
Things to do, and Oi! I'm late.
*rushes out of the Cave, pocket-watch in hand*
Feeling rather like the white rabbit today. You know, the fellow from Alice in Wonderland who is always running around with his pocket-watch out and a stressed look on his furry little face? Well, I'm not that furry, but sure could use ten or twenty of me today to get all the things I'm doing done.
Sheesh.
I've RL errands to run, two stories to put the finishing touches to, and a kazill-billion other odds and ends to accomplish. Gods it makes me do a little happy dance. I love to be busy doing things that I love.
Hope that you are all having a good day... and if not, declare a do-over and start again from right where you are. It will happen. No, really. Get you some good day right outta your back pocket and spread it all over your sky.
Then color yourself happy and get a move on. Cause something wonderful is waiting right around the corner. It might look bad, but with the right attitude? I'll bet you can find the silver lining.
Go on. Get you some.
Ta for now.
Must run.
Things to do, and Oi! I'm late.
*rushes out of the Cave, pocket-watch in hand*
April 1, 2012
Sunday Snog: From The Flight of a Thousand Cranes
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William was dying.
That single thought brought him more ease than all the pills and potions foisted on him by well intentioned medical staff. Still, the small, shy smile that had won the hearts of lovers past did not wreath his face.
William no longer smiled. Living became tiresome when one's body ceased all attempts to follow the dictates of one's mind. He wished his lips could still turn slightly up at both corners. Alas, any attempt at a pleasing expression would now create a melted wax-work mask of horror where the unresponsive side of his face refused to listen to the impulses sent by his will.
Only Phillip saw William's smiles as beautiful now.
Quick, precise steps rapped against the tile of his floor.
Pull cords rattled.
Fabric rustled.
William closed his eyes against the sudden sting of early morning light.
The same light steps tap-tapped from the window to his bedside.
"Good morning Mr. Tottori. How are you today, sugar?"
William blinked up at Julie.
Julie worked on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.
She was the only aide that William truly liked.
Sometimes, he thought, if he could have raised a daughter with Phillip, she might have grown to be like Julie.
William grunted.
"Oood oaning, uulie."
William farted.
Julie pressed a hand against his shoulder.
"Can you hang on for a little bit, sugar? Sandy's got the lift, and I can't get you on the toilet without it."
William blinked at her.
He could try.
Julie smiled, warmth spreading across her face and up into her eyes.
She was short, like William, and when she helped him into his chair, or onto the toilet, she took care to not bang him against the armrests of the chair or the handrails in the bathroom.
"eeiie rye uulie."
She squeezed his shoulder, just once, and then bustled out the door.
William farted again.
He waited, and tried to hold his bowels.
Julie came back twenty minutes later, flushed, her mouth pinched into a tight line as she entered the door. William turned his face away, but not quickly enough. Comprehension flashed across Julie's face as she took in the tear tracks across his face.
"Oh, damn that Sandy. I'm sorry William."
With deft hands, Julie turned William, stripped his soiled diaper off, and cleaned him off. She didn't speak again until he was clean, dry, and had a fresh diaper on.
Julie called them his underpants.
William called them humiliating.
"Oh, William, the laundry girl was just out in the hallway. Do you want me to see if she has Phillip's shirt clean for you?"
Bless her.
It helped to wear Phillip's things.
"eeess easse uulie."
Julie bounced out the door, returning moments later with a broad smile. She slid his bad arm into its sleeve first, then ran her hand lightly across the back of his shoulder as she held the other sleeve down for William to put his arm through.
"Look, William. She even fixed the tear in the shoulder. Remind me to bake some extra cookies for her this weekend, will you?"
William blinked at Julie, twice.
She giggled, propping a hand on one hip.
"I am not one of your fancy boys, Mr. Tottori. Those eyelashes have no power over me."
William made a noise like a dying donkey.
Julie laughed harder, sliding the fleece covered strap to the Sara lift behind William's back.
William lifted his good arm to make things easier.
"Thank you William."
"eeelommm uulie."
Julie stuck her head out the door to the hallway, hollering in a most unladylike way. William's mother would have been appalled.
"Oi! Tanisha! Girl, get down her and run the lift for me."
William's mouth turned down at both corners.
He sniffed loudly.
Julie cast a glance over her shoulder, rolling her eyes.
"Hush, William. She's the only one around right now. And she doesn't smell that bad."
Tanisha plodded into the room.
Julie pulled William's chair close to the bed, smoothing her hand over the seat cushion.
The lift whirred.
William hung on with his good hand.
Julie held onto the belt she'd snugged around his hips, holding his bad arm and guiding him down into the chair. The second the chair was firmly under his bottom she called out.
"Thanks, T. He's in, I got it from here. Why don't you go take first break and I'll help feed?"
Tanisha mumbled her thanks and left as ploddingly as she'd come.
William snorted.
Julie gave him a look.
"Be nice William. She hasn't been feeling well lately."
William looked down silently.
"Don't be like that William. She's really not so bad."
Julie shrugged.
"At least she helps when I ask her to."
William looked back up.
He winked his good eye at Julie.
She smiled.
"That's my guy. You wanna eat in the dining room, or is Phillip joining you?"
Julie met William's eyes, waiting for an answer.
"Illiuuh wooorrhhing."
She nodded briskly, the leaned forward to brush a kiss along the paper thin skin at the edge of William's temple.
"Well then, if he's working, let's get you down to the dining room before Mrs. Jenkins steals your spoons again."
William snorted. As far as he was concerned Mathilde was welcome to the damn built-up spoons.
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March 31, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday: From The Faery Tree
"Yes. It has to be completed now, or—"My throat clamped shut on the words. Thomas's voice scraped out of his throat."Or I'll die, right?'My fangs dropped. "Or we'll both die."****************
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The Deleted Comment: Guess you missed the compliments.
For what it's worth, I'm not sure if I could have stated my beliefs in a more conciliatory manner. I was not saying Wave runs around kicking puppies and smacking defenseless babies. I said what I said, and thankfully had the good sense to save my comment before I deleted it. I took it down for my own reasons.
I also requested that I be removed from the site as a collaborator. The blog owner did as I requested, and I am no longer a collaborator at Chicks and Dick per my own request.
My comment, in it's entirety, and completely unedited is below. You are welcome to leave comments, which will be moderated to prevent baseless insults being posted. As long as your tone remains civil, I will allow any comments to post.
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I don't have a problem with someone, anyone, saying I only want to review M/M romance, or F/F romance, or M/F romance... I do think though, that it behooves those folk to be clear, and specific. If you mean that you only review M/M romance where the only "on-screen" sex allowed is between cis (born biologically with the same genitalia as they identify with in regards to gender) then you should state that. Because otherwise you are saying, and saying very clearly that trans* men are not men. Though if your logic is followed to it's natural conclusion, you have to realize you are also saying that any cis man who has at some point been castrated or neutered no longer counts as a man.
I'm not saying you should change what you review.
Though perhaps, especially given the huge debacle last fall which included cis people asking some trans* people for the "geography of their genitalia" and hounding them as if simply being trans* were a crime which automatically gave others entre into the most private parts of their psyches, you can not claim to be ignorant of the issues at stake here.
I've visited your site many times, and seen that you exert a great deal of influence within the sector of the romance community which writes cis-gender gay romance. You've done a marvelous job of promoting those works, and every author who writes in that niche can only be grateful for what you have done.
Make no mistakes though. Refusing to update your definition of what you review there makes your site as culpable of oppression as the ones which claim to review "romance" and then refuse to review any gay romance. It's not bad to have a niche. It is reprehensible, however, to tout yourself or your site as a purveyor of quality M/M romance... unless you specify that you mean only CIS M/M romance. To do otherwise leaves your site standing on the backs of already vastly oppressed people, spouting rhetoric about how you are uplifting them.
I also requested that I be removed from the site as a collaborator. The blog owner did as I requested, and I am no longer a collaborator at Chicks and Dick per my own request.
My comment, in it's entirety, and completely unedited is below. You are welcome to leave comments, which will be moderated to prevent baseless insults being posted. As long as your tone remains civil, I will allow any comments to post.
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I don't have a problem with someone, anyone, saying I only want to review M/M romance, or F/F romance, or M/F romance... I do think though, that it behooves those folk to be clear, and specific. If you mean that you only review M/M romance where the only "on-screen" sex allowed is between cis (born biologically with the same genitalia as they identify with in regards to gender) then you should state that. Because otherwise you are saying, and saying very clearly that trans* men are not men. Though if your logic is followed to it's natural conclusion, you have to realize you are also saying that any cis man who has at some point been castrated or neutered no longer counts as a man.
I'm not saying you should change what you review.
Though perhaps, especially given the huge debacle last fall which included cis people asking some trans* people for the "geography of their genitalia" and hounding them as if simply being trans* were a crime which automatically gave others entre into the most private parts of their psyches, you can not claim to be ignorant of the issues at stake here.
I've visited your site many times, and seen that you exert a great deal of influence within the sector of the romance community which writes cis-gender gay romance. You've done a marvelous job of promoting those works, and every author who writes in that niche can only be grateful for what you have done.
Make no mistakes though. Refusing to update your definition of what you review there makes your site as culpable of oppression as the ones which claim to review "romance" and then refuse to review any gay romance. It's not bad to have a niche. It is reprehensible, however, to tout yourself or your site as a purveyor of quality M/M romance... unless you specify that you mean only CIS M/M romance. To do otherwise leaves your site standing on the backs of already vastly oppressed people, spouting rhetoric about how you are uplifting them.
