It's nice, when you go to have a pap smear, that the doctor smears a little KY on his fingers and the speculum so as to make things more comfortable for you ( Read more... )

Some days I look in the mirror and see a pretty woman. Smart, funny, strong, sensual. I like that woman.

Some days I look in the mirror and see a mountain troll. Her I don't like so much.

A few weeks back I made the executive decision that Hannah's Holiday House of Baked Wonderfulness (where I send boxes and tins and bags full of Christmas baked goods to everyone I know in the world in an effort to A) show my love and affection for these people how I do it best, through food; and B) Stroke my own ego by graciously accepting their ( Read more... )

The other day at lunch I ran into a woman in the locker room of the gym at work. I see her in there every once in a while, since the locker room also serves as the ladies room for that section of the building, and I'm in there almost every day pre or post workout. She made some comment about how she just saw me in there the other morning, and did I ( Read more... )

If there is one person (or more) on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met without the Internet, post this sentence in your journal.

For the record, I think EVERYONE on my friends list qualifies for this.

Considering jumping on this particular bandwagon, but only with an eye towards marketing opportunities for the bondage romance I've got coming out in July.

Worth it? Not worth it? Opinions, please!

to my funny, cute, sweet, silly, supportive, loving and diabolical best friend sparkltoes ...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

The stripper comes at 6:00.

I found this email from my publisher waiting for me this morning:

Just fyi --

Amazon no longer allows erotic romance or GLBTQ titles to have a sales ranking or to turn up in results from front page searches.

We're aware, but there isn't much we can do today.

If you want to contact Amazon yourselves about this, Amazon customer service email: ecr@ ( Read more... )

I'm checking my email, listening to Bill Cosby on the television while Dave makes dinner. I have to leave in about an hour to go home, and I wish I didn't have to.

These short weekends, these brief moments, never seem to last long enough.

I think the phrase "bridled amusement" is awkward and stupid and shouldn't be allowed. "Unbridled amusement" is fine, and you all may continue to use it.

I have spoken.