By Anna Watson and Alicia Wag
Anna
just devoured Devil’s
Wake and Domino
Falls by wife/husband
team Tananarive Due and Steven Barnes, YA zombie lovefests where ok,
there are one or two white characters, but most of the movers and
shakers are Black, American Indian or Latina (and BONUS: the Latina
character is a femme! she will fuck you up with her Glock, too).
Alicia
goes back for comfort to Mary Stewart’s Merlin trilogy, over and
over.
People,
can we agree that there’s just something about genre?
Anna’s
mother-in-law swears that there are certain stories we need to hear
again and again. For her butch daughter, Anna’s spouse, those stories
really should contain dragons and fierce battles against the forces
of evil. Alicia dives into magic and fate and, hell yes, bring on
some dragons and fierce battles against the forces of evil. For Anna,
an apocolypse, zombie or otherwise, is just the thing, or maybe some
vampires or werewolves or deep space drama.
So
much of the time, however, the only stories getting told, even in
these genres, are those of the straight, white majority, so we have
to contort ourselves to find ourselves while we’re just trying to
get a little comfort from the ur-stories that speak to us directly
where we are. That’s asking a lot when you just want to plop down
in your favorite reading spot and whooooosh yourself away for a few
moments!
Due
and Barnes have taken matters into their own hands, not only putting
out their fantastic triology (waiting on that third book, you two!!)
but finding a way to produce a Domino
Falls movie, directed
by a Black woman and starring Black actors. Take that,
World War Z!
Currently,
Black Girl Dangerous is doing a Privilege
Bucket Challenge
to bring attention to and counteract the way white voices drown out
all others in the mainstream media. It’s not just the news outlets,
of course, where white voices blah blah blah incessently, it’s
everywhere. Up close and personal in the places we go seeking
comfort, like graphic novels, science fiction sagas, door stopper
fantasy tomes and yes, erotica. The pause that should refresh,
unfortunately, can be more of an ass kicker for those of us who
aren’t straight and white and male. And even those of us who are
straight or white or
male benefit from hearing another take on things.
We
all need sanctuaries of love.
Which
at last, brings us to Laz-E-Femme Press and our first publication, a
Lust Double of sex/y stories. Sacchi speaks eloquently about this
much-maligned genre in her earlier post
and we would like to continue by pointing out that to provide the
comfort, the sanctuary of good genre, erotica or other, is as radical
an act as any fiery expose or news story. Not better, not worse –
we need all of those voices, and we need all of those different kinds
of stories. And we all need to rest. Really rest. Not
“if-I-squinch-my-eyes-and-look-sideways-maybe-I-can-get-through”
kind of resting, but real relaxation. We all need to see rich
possibility, know worlds where the dominant paradigm has been
resoundingly denied. We need to be able to find places we can trust
to provide that necessary gift.
Alicia
and Anna hope Laz-E-Femme
Press
will be one of those places. Slaphappy
and Mrs.
M
put a few more erotica stories out there that aren’t misogynistic
or poorly written, that aren’t so damn straight they boot you out
the door (good erotica should cast a wide net) and that, despite
being written by a couple of white ladies, allow room for different
ages, identities, non-white and non-upper/middle class characters.
Hot,
too. We should mention that the stories are hot!
Coming
soon from Laz-E-Femme Press are novels, Tasty
by Anna and At Your
Service by Alicia.
Talk to us on facebook, tell us who you are and what you’re looking
for, send us links and suggestions, and most importantly: kick off
your pumps and read!
Consuela
by Alicia Wag
That
warm day in May, Consuela led me to the ice cream shop, where she
ordered a chocolate cone for herself and a cherry vanilla one for me.
She carried both to a table and nodded at the chair I was to use. I
parked my hot ass down, and watched Consuela take the seat across
from me. When she handed me the cone, I was salivating.
I
held it, waiting for her to tell me what to do. I was already with
the program, without even knowing what the hell the program was.
Consuela told me later I was a natural, whispered it wet into my ear,
biting vigorously on my earlobe, after fucking my brains out with the
biggest dildo she could find.
She
rolled out her tongue first, showing it to me. It was long and pink,
and curled at the tip. She brought the cold, wet ice cream to bear on
the length of it, licking over and over, never taking her eyes off
me.
Once she had the cone good and licked, she reached across the table and shoved it in my mouth, hard, so that I had to bite it to keep it from choking me. I laughed into the ice cream. I was loving it, even the shock of cold in my mouth and the pain in my teeth.
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September
Song by Anna Watson
After
supper, Ruthie went to the freezer and got dessert.
“I
love ice cream,” said Sol as he spooned it up.
Ruthie
smiled. “I know.” She leaned over and licked some from his lips.
“I’ve
been wanting to do that ever since Toscanini’s,” she said. He sat
very still. She left her chair, knelt beside him on the floor, and
put her head on his lap. At once, she felt his big hand on her hair
and he stroked and stroked. She moved between his legs and pressed
her body against his chest and belly and crotch. She reached up under
his sweater and felt his nipples through his thin undershirt—they
were sagging some, but so what. We all sag eventually. She put her
hand on his belly and felt the hair around his belly button. She
moved her hand and Sol sighed.
“It
feels good when you rub,” he said softly, so she rubbed there, and
then she rubbed lower. “You’d better stop. I don’t know what
will happen.”
She
looked up at his face. He was an old man. His cheeks were red,
covered with tiny broken capillaries, and his eyes watered.
“I’m an old man,” he said, and Ruthie said, “But can you still get it up?”
2 comments:
Hello, Alicia and Anna,
Welcome back to Beyond Romance. I do hope your book is a huge success!
Hi, Lisabet, sorry for the delay (summer/fall respite) -- we just wanted to thank you for sharing this space, and for your awesome work! Alicia & Anna
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