So I'm sick.
This is irritating and frustrating, although part of me is enjoying the "guilt-free down-time" that comes with it.
the dishes are piling up like nobody's business, though, because neither of us is particularly healthy at the moment. Ghost is directing her energies towards finishing up for-pay leather work in the interests of making back the money she's lost due to missing work (the same bug + a doctor's appointment) over the past week or so. And I'm just a mess who can't go ten minutes without blowing her nose, apparently. :-P

None the less, We have emptied the last of the packed-stuff (er... sort of...) that was sitting on the living room floor, and it's now distributed appropriately around the house. And I've shifted some of the stuff in the boxes in the kitchen so that I was able to cart one box up to my Studio/Office (it mostly consists of lamps). The Studio is still a mess. I still have curtain rods to put up. And a mirror and a shelf (YAY SHELF!), and a slew of things to put away - ideally on said shelf - before it's a really functional space. None the less, I can at least move around in it, which is a help.

Still to do in The Studio:
Put up the curtain rod.
Hang the curtains.
Set up the rug (small, to go under the spinning wheel).
Empty the bags - one of winter woolies, a couple of bathroom stuff - into the appropraite recepticals.
Move the under-bed-storage-unit intot he bedroom and under the actual bed.
Move the beautiful - but fragile and ricketty - tea trolly to a different part of the room. Not sure where, though.

I have a list of books that I want to read this year:
Imogene Binnie's Nevada (novel - not sure what I'm going to make of the stream-of-conscious writing style, I'm a little worried it's going to read like Lisa Foad's The Night Is A Mouth which... I didn't like at all)
Dane Figueroa Edidi's Yemaya's Daughters (novel - though the prose is lyric & has a cadance like poetry - I'm looking forward to this one)
Casey Plett's A Safe Girl to Love (short story collection)
Trish Salah's Lyric Sexology (poetry)
Morgan M. Page's At Land (chapbook/novelette - I'm a little nervous about this one since psychological horror is absolutely NOT the kind of stuff I want to read[1])
Ryka Aoki's He Mele A Hilo: A Hilo Song (novel) and/or her Seasonal Velocities (poetry, short stories, & essays)[2]
Amber Dawn's Where the Words End and My Body Begins (poetry)
Leanne Simpson's Islands of Decolonial Love (short story collection - I went to a reading of this one a couple of winters ago)
Saleema Nawaz's Bone and Bread (novel - also: Hee! I went to school with her when we were little, and also when we were big. "I knew her when," etc).

I've got Morgan's novelette and Dane's novel on order - who knows when they'll arrive in the mail - and the rest I'll get ahold of as and when I can scrape together the cash to do so. But that's the plan. I can get Nevada from for about $20 (and Leanne's and Saleema's books for less than that), but Ryka's and Trish's books (in paperback) are both running at over $100, so... looking elsewhere for those, I think. I can probably find Casey's collection at Venus Envy, even if I can't find it elsewhere.
We shall see.

Links to Things You Should Read:
The Heat of Us: Notes Towards an Oral History - a short story in Uncanny Magazine that is absolutely glorious and makes me want to cry.
When Every Day is Judgement Day - Terri Windling on Perfectionism.
My New Year's Wish - Neil Gaiman on Making Mistakes (2012)

Anyway. So that's the world of reading.
I've started editing the first third of The Novel. I decided that it was probably a good idea to take a break from the content-production part in order to try and get the first chunk of Draft One tidied up enough that I could see the way forward a little more clearly.
It's almost 46,000 words long. Which is awesome, but also slightly frightening. The goal, right now, is to fix any obvious inconsistencies (stuff like "making sure I keep the names straight") and trim off 15,000 words of dead-weight, if I can manage that - ideally by combining scenes so that twice as many Relevant Events/Statements happen in half the space. Here's hoping.

Artsy/Creative Goals for 2015:
Get closer to finishing The Novel - ideally by finishing Draft One and handing it off to Ami_B for editing purposes
Write enough (and curate enough already-written) poetry to fill two manuscripts: "How to Cook A Heart" (an exploration of love, vulnerability, openheartedness, polyamoury, and emotional abundance through the lens/metaphor of cooking/growing/foraging seasonal food), and "We Are All Jezebel" (an exploration of the intersections of femme (empowered/autonomous queer femininity), slut (desire, lust, erotica), and sexworker (professional nake girl, pornographer, but also solidarity, and a bunch of other related stuff), with the idea that they'll be ready to perform, even if they're not much published, by June of 2015
Continue teaching myself to edit video with the goal of producing some sort of weird, dream-scape-y "music video" for a piece of poetry or similar
Learn how to make audio recordings using a cheap-but-serviceable mic and, perhaps, a looping pedal (or downloaded open source looping software) and try to do something arty and fun with it, ideally in conjunction with the above-mentioned video production
Sing more - both in terms of frequency and in terms of learning new repertoire
Grow food & make a garden - Not artsy, necessarily, but something that will feed me in more ways than one, so worth putting here none the less.
Figure out how to do contouring makeup, and get better at it

Anyway. So that's where things are at right now.


[1] Then why am I reading it? Because the author's an acquaintance of mine. Because if I want to do a show with her, it would help if I was familiar with her work.

[2] I admit, I'd prefer Seasonal Velocities, but it'll depend a lot on which one I can find at an affordable (read ~$20, ideally less) price.
So I'm about 1/3 of the way through the (first draft of a) manuscript for a book of poetry that I'm planning on calling "How to Cook a Heart".
It's poetry about food - five poems per month of the year, basically, though we'll see which month I wind up starting in. Probably May, knowing me. It's also poetry - at least this seems to be the case, and increasingly so - about polyamoury, relationships, vulnerability, abundance, generocity, and having enough [food/love] to go around. That bit was kind of an accident, but it's an awfully happy one, and I'm very glad to see that this is what's coming out in my work. :-)
Today I (finally) wrote the title poem.
I'm rather pleased with it, though it - like all of them - will need some polishing as time goes on.
Still: Poem! Hurrah, and yay for me! :-D

I also:
Returned a library book, and took out two more
Packed up four shelves (not cases, just shelves) of books
Worked a little bit on a cabaret costume
Bought Ghost a little paint-brush tote in-which to keep her metal-detecting stuff
Bought new shoe laces (finally) and replaced the badly-frayed one on my autumn boots (hurrah)
Kintsukuroi - a Japanese word refering to broken pottery that has been repaired using gold laquer; it comes with the understanding that the object is more beautiful for having been broken.

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( Feb. 2nd, 2013 07:01 pm)
I had a shoot get canceled today.
Which sucks, but is not all that terrible.

On the plus side, this gave me the opportunity to (a) taylor a blouse[1], and (b) make a chocolate custard for Imbolg --> for a dinner at a friend's house that is not actually Imbolg-related --> without having to rush.

In further news, and I've been tweeting this rather madly since it went up, I've had another poem published. It's not a paid publication, which is too bad, but it's still published, and I'm happy about that. :-D
You can read it, in all its badly-laid-out glory, here.

Amazon. :-D

[1] This is the one that I did the pinning for the other day. I did the stitching today. :-) I have yet to try adding diamond-shaped gussets under the arms, but the rest is done. :-D
I signed up for Camp Nanwrimo (June Edition).

I have a "novel" that I'm working on, and figure that this will be some kind of a "tell the internet" push to Encourage me to keep at it.

I'm also checking out Inkscrawl as, who knows, maybe I can write up some speculative poetry that is (a) awesome, and (b) less than ten lines long, and submit it to them. Perhaps they will like it and publish it. That would be awesome. :-)

I have just written a "Tetractys" (with, granted, a slight variation to the form). Go me. :-)
I got up at not-quite-seven today. Since then I have made:

Three out of Four batches of cupcakes for tonights birthday show (vegan Ginger Peach, gluten-free Mocha, and non-specialty-diet chocolate-peppermint -- the last of which is still in the oven).

I've also done two more poetry-bits (I'm - FINALLY! - making the beads based on Tithenai's Honey Month poems so that I can do the jewelry colleciton for them) -- 1cmx2cm wooden rectangles with the words printed in black ink on mottled beige card-stock.

This seems to be working really well. The paper is strong enough to handle the cutting a gluing, and it's the right colour to blend (enough) with the wood. I'm going to number each pair so that (a) you can easily look up the poem to-which it corresponds, and (b) because they're one-of-a-kind jewelry, so I may as well make that obvious.

Tomorrow (most likely) I'll be dipping each pair of poetry-fragments into a water-based verithane, and letting them dry (although I'm not sure how to go about that on such a wet day... I may be setting up newspaper and a "clothes line" in the kitchen...? I'll ask Ghost for suggestions).

Then I'll be drilling little holes (very little holes) into the wood using a Dremmel Tool - one at the top of each and, at least half the time, one at the bottom as well.

The idea is to do langly, asymetrical earrings featuring fragments of each poem, plus little silver bee charms and semi-precious stones (and wood and bone and metal) that reflect the pieces they're from.

So Fireweek Honey would be 4mm rainbow moonstone, moon glass chips (maybe), and 6mm fuschia-dyed jade. Plus poetry fragments and silver bees.


I make so many Very Long Earrings. I feel like I should try to do an entire collection of short pieces, just so I have them available for people who don't do Dangly.

I'm also playing with the idea of necklaces again. The wooden-bits thing seems to be working, and I can see doing larger pieces with two holes in the top and three holes in the bottom and 10" chains coming off either of the top corners so you have a slightly-more-than-20" necklace with a wordy pendant and some dangly embelishments coming off of it.
Or something.

I'll keep it in mind for another project. Right now, though, I need to cook (and cook and cook) and glue words onto little tiny boards. Whee! :-D
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( Apr. 17th, 2012 03:11 pm)
I'm writing a blog post for Syrens.
I'm writing a blog post for Syrens that is turning out to be slanting towards poetry
which is maybe not that surprising because, when I let myself get vulnerable, show my hand a little, I dress my words in rhythm, coat them in simile, try to make my ugliness pretty. Bearable.

Anyway. That's where I'm at.
I need to return a library book shortly, so I figure I'll go do that.

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( Jan. 23rd, 2012 02:53 pm)
So, I stopped at the pharmacy today. To pick up hair dye.

Which, as it turned out, was on sale for $7/box. O.O

So I now have enough hair dye to keep me in the dark-red-spectrum for the next six-to-nine months. (That's three boxes, fyi. I don't re-dye *that* often). I'm thinking I'm going to use one of them this weekend, but beyond that we'll just have to see. :-)

In other news: I have submitted three pieces to Stone Telling in the hopes that they want them. (Here's hoping).

I've got a two-page list of Things To Do -- most of which arent' going to get done today, but a lot of which need to get done before the end of the month (mostly RHO stuff on that count).

I'm looking forward to Commodorified's Food Security Blog Carnival (happening late next week, iirc) and need to sort out what I'm going to write about that.

Tonight, however, Ghost and I are going for dinner and Harry Potter at her NPPP's house. So that should be fun. (I'll have to remember to dress warmly, as her place is pretty cold).

Anyway. That's where I'm at.

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( Jan. 4th, 2012 02:26 pm)
I am in need of a poetry beta-reader.

I've got a piece that I want to submit to the queer issue of Stone Telling, but I need to make sure that the "queer" and the "myth" are both clear enough.

It's 85 words long.

Any takers?
So, as you know bob, I have a couple of wordpress blogs.
I’ve got Syrens, which is my “professional kinkster feminist” blog (which I set up after accidentally totally Dangerous Women), and I have Urban Meliad, which is the blog I set up so that, when I wanted to “grown-up blog” about magic, paganism, crafting, gardening, foraging, and local food, I could do so and keep it separate from the kink/sexwork/gender-activism stuff.

And I find that between those two (which have both been getting badly neglected of late) and my hesitance (finally) to blog flat-out on LJ about stuff relating to Ghost and our shared romance and/or dynamic plus the external/semi-external stuff that affects it, I’m not being very talkative on here, either.

Granted, I think part of that is due to my doing contract work (eight days left!!!) all month, which leads me to not have a lot of time in the evenings to do All The Things (And having significantly more Things to do in the evenings, for that matter) and, just… yeah. Lots of stuff going on leaving not a lot of time for general slice-of-life or personal-musings blogging. :-P

I’m out of practice. I suspect I will get back in the swing of things as November wears on.

Why, you say? :-D

1) For the month of November, I’m going to combine Nanowrimo and Dablopomo and do a 1700-word to 2200-word post on Syrens every day on the subject of O/p, dominance, and/or entitlement. The plan being that, by the end of the month, I’ll have an appropriately-lengthy manuscript worth of blog posts that I can then edit Like Woah into a collection of 10-15 5000-word essays that I can then Beta like crazy and start shopping around to possible publishers.

2) The other plan is to write a Very Short Smutty Story (1000-1500 words) every week. Most of those will end up on Good Vibes Magazine, but some of them will get submitted to open-calls for anthologies.

3) Lastly, I need to also figure out what to do about Urban Meliad. (Because right now it’s sporadically updated at best, and tends to be posts on either Making Preserves or on Tarot Cards, and it’s really kind of wishy-washy on a lot of levels. Not so good).
I had this idea (back in, like, MAY, no less) that, eventually (probably NEXT November) I’ll take all those unpublished Local Food recipes that I wrote for, but never sold to, Vertamin (before it went belly-up), and combine them with essays on urban agriculture, local food, bioreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeegionalism, urban foraging, and The Wheel of the Year (whether it’s Out as Pagan or not does remain to be seen, I have to admit. We’ll see where things go).
The plan, then, is to start upping the posting frequency on Urban Meliad and to try and theme my posts a little more consistently. Like do a craft-project/recipe post every Monday and a locavore/agricultural post every Wednesday, and a Thealogy/Faith post every Friday. Or similar. This way (provided I actually stick to this, which is going to be tricky some weeks, I know), I’ll end up with 52 Pagan Thoughts essays (including one for all the Wheel Days) and 52 locavore/agricultural essays plus 26+ super-seasonal recipes with-which to start piecing together the NEXT book.

So that’s more or less where I’m at.

I realize that I haven’t put ANY poetry in there, and that kind of sucks. Particularly since Honeyed Tongues has only ever done two shows (Queerotica I in late June 2011 + the POWER AGM in early July of the same year) and I haven’t written a poem in what feels like almost two months. :-(
So I’d like to do more on that, as well (it’s not like I don’t have an outline for what “We Are All Jezebel” is supposed to end up looking like, right?). I may hold off on that a little bit, though, in terms of scheduling. (Part of me is going “No! Do it now! Get in the habit of pouring poetry out of yourself every Thursday morning! Or something! Just like you want to get in the habit of writing Very Short Smut every Tuesday afternoon!”
So… Yes?

Oh. And post at least once a week to the VoV Blog as well, ‘cause that’s suffered a LOT in the past month and a half and I need to pick that up again. But at least those posts can be all of 300 words and we can keep right on trucking. So… there. Yeah. :-P


Basically, November is going to be Write Like a Thing Possessed Month, and with any luck I’ll just keep it up from there. Which would be awesome. This is my plan. Behold my plan, O Internets.
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( Jul. 24th, 2011 04:19 pm)
Who's got two thumbs and is performing at Dyke March?

This gal! :-D

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! :-D
So, this is me being inordinately excited.

The poem I wrote about Tithenai's winter tree? The one that got published on
It made the cut and is going into the summer edition of the Bywords Quarterly Journal! (!!!)

This is hyooooooje for me. :-D

I mean, one, it's a journal that is actually made out of *paper*. Which, for me, is a big deal. To date, I've pretty-much only been published online[1]. But, on top of this: they are going to pay me actual money. For both the poem and for reading said poem (and a couple of other pieces, enough to fill five minutes) at the launch on July 17th[2].

Anyway. So I'm, like, massively chuffed. I have no earthly notion how much they'll be paying me. It's "nominal", so I'm assuming it's, like, $5 for the poem and about as much for the reading. Or something. But even still. I'm getting paid to be a POET!!! This is enormous! :-D

Anyway. So I tweaked the poem a little bit (moved one word to a different line), and re-wrote my bio. So many people hate writing bios, but I kinda love it. It's like: "Who do I want to be for this audience?" It's like... Okay. When I went to University, I lived in residence for the first two years, even though I went to school in Ottawa. (My parents wanted me to have *some* independence, basically). And when I packed my clothes to move onto campus, I thought really hard about "who" I wanted to be. Clothes are code-words for tribes and phamilies, after all.
And I find that writing bios is similar. If I need a bio for Gourmandia, I mention being an urban organic gardener who's really interested in seasonal local food and permaculture. And I am 100% of those things. If I need a bio for an dyke-tastic erotica submission, I talk about being a queer femme and a model who's really interested in sex-work and gender. And I'm 100% of those things, too. If I were submitting a poem to the We'Moon calendar, I'd bio myself as a feminist animist and as someone who's practiced Goddess Spirituality for roughly half her life.
It's so... It lets me shine my own spotlight on various aspects of Fabulous Me that my audience will be most likely to relate to without having to put the censors on myself.

Anyway. I need to skedaddle. I've got recipes to write and porn to finish, plus I need to email my art classes and see if anyone needs to book a model in the near future. :-)

- Amazon. :-)

[1] Which is not to say that an online publication is to be sneezed at, it's just not something I can hold in my hand or put on my shelf and, later, point to and say "Look at page seven. That one's mine." Y'know?).

[2] At 2pm, at Collected Works in Hintonburg. :-D

Still writing on Ghost's netbook, but wanted to post. My erotica show is this Sunday (the 26th) at 8pm at Venus Envy (Lisgar, a few doors east of Bank). $5 gets you an hour of queer chick porn in literary form. :-) Doors open at 7:45.

I confess, I'm advertising the thing entirely on Facebook. :-\ I need to drop a note to the venue manager (Shelley) and ask her to list it on her events list as well.

I have another six poems to come up with between now and then, and not a lot of time in-which to write them. Wish me luck! :-D
Today I wrote 1000 words of fiction
2 drafted poems
9 recipes.

Bwah. Writing for hte WIN. :-D

So, in other news, Pearly_Diamonds (VoV's June Feature) and I are going to be doing an erotic spoken word show at Venus Envy, most likely on the 26th of June. (Watch This Space for confirmation and further information! ;-) The plan is that, after the venue-rental fee, half the procceeds would go to POWER (because what better organization to-which to give the spoils of a smut-reading?) and the other half would be split between the two of us.

What this actually means: It means that I need to come up with about 20 minutes (about seven pieces) of erotic poetry and prose with-which to wow people, in short order. :-) One 3-minute piece per day until the end of next week.

Which means I know what I'm doing this afternoon. :-)

We'll also likely be performing at POWER's post-AGM soiree in early July, if I can finegle it. :-)

So, yeah. That's my story for the moment.

Time to pour myself a drink and get set up on the balcony. :-)

- Amazon. :-)
So. A little less than a year ago, I wrote a poem. Inspired by something Tithenai said.

It is now published at I am exceedingly happy about this because (a) I don't get published that often, and (b) it gives me a better idea of the kind of stuff of mine that they are likely to accept. Also: That's ME! On! NOT IN A CALENDAR EVENT! :-D

I know half the people reading this have won awards for their writing, or are published novelists, or are editors of their own poetry/fiction magazines, or, or, or, and I'm just a baby in the land of published writerliness. But I'm really, really, really excited about this! :-D

- Amazon. :-)
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( Mar. 22nd, 2011 03:09 pm)
Just 'cause I can and it's been a while:

From Yes Means Yes:
Mythcommunication: It’s Not That They Don’t Understand, They Just Don’t Like The Answer
Long story short: in conversation, “no” is disfavored, and people try to say no in ways that soften the rejection, often avoiding the word at all. People issue rejections in softened language, and people hear rejections in softened language, and the notion that anything but a clear “no” can’t be understood is just nonsense. First, the notion that rape results from miscommunication is just wrong. Rape results from a refusal to heed, rather than an inability to understand, a rejection. Second, while the authors of the paper say that this makes all rape prevention advice about communicating a clear “no” pointless, I have a different take. Clear communication of “no” isn’t primarily going to avoid miscommunication — rather, it’s a meta-message. Clear communication against the undercurrent that “no” is rude and should be softened is a sign of the willingness to fight, to yell, to report.

From Dangerous Women:
Queer Feminist Porn – OR A Look at How We View Sex, Sexwork, and Pornography
This one started off as a comment on My Sex Professor and quickly developed into a post of its own.
Sex = filthy-bad-dirty-dangerous-death
Women = perma-prey/victims with no agency or autonomy
Sexwork = a filthy-bad-dirty-dangerous-deadly industry where women with no agency or autonomy are perpetually preyed-upon and victimized.

See how that goes?

From The Curvature:
Louisiana Law Forces Many Sex Workers to Register as Sex Offenders
Well, fucking hell. :-P
Upon release, she was forced to register in the state’s sex offender database. The words “sex offender” now appear on her driver’s license. “I have tried desperately to change my life,” she says, but her status as a sex offender stands in the way of housing and other programs. “When I present my ID for anything,” she says, “the assumption is that you’re a child molester or a rapist. The discrimination is just ongoing and ongoing.”
Eve was penalized under Louisiana’s 205-year-old Crime Against Nature statute, a blatantly discriminatory law that legislators have maneuvered to keep on the state’s books for the purpose of turning sex workers into felons.

In completely different news:

The new Stone Telling is up. YAY! :-D Go check it out, check it out! <*makes shooing motions*>

And: So You Think You Can Budget.
It's totally not ideal, but it's what I came up with. <*shrug*>


In other news: Ghost and I have been asked to carry the POWER banner at Annie Sprinkle's White Wedding. Whee! :-D <*wonders if Raynedaze is signed up to the be The Objector*>

So now we seriously have to find some appropriate clothing. I mean, yes, I've got a white (ish) dress that would totally work. But I'd like something a little different (and not polyester). Soemthing I could potentially dye blue or purple or crimson after the fact.

I've got a really simple wrap-dress pattern that could be put together quickly out of a second-hand bedsheet and then adapted from there... :-) Would love to put together a crown of silver holly and icicles... Hrm...
Damn this low-income situation!
So. Equinox. And a full moon, on top of it all.
I've been thinking of the Moon Viewing Parties that they had (and, I think, still have(
?)) in Japan.
I got back from Umi this evening, and met a woman in the lobby. She was carrying a bag of snacks (looked like candy, I think) in one hand, and lantern, an honest-to-fuck lit paper lantern. With a candle in it.
(Braver woman than I, I don't mind telling you).
I asked her what the occasion was, and she said "Full Moon".

And it made me smile, that we'd been thinking about the same thing. :-)

As such, have a poem. :-)


To the Moon

like pale silk
you rise
cresting the walk-ups
to shine full-faced
on a city graced
with street lamps
and flickering lanterns

people congregate on rooftops
swapping songs like
Moon River and
O Claire de la Lune
Someone plays a banjo in your honour

the sky deepens
dusky blue
shading to velvet night
darkness falls
and calls us all
to lean towards distant morning

between now and then
we'll remember the time when
wile away the evening and the wee small hours
with stories traded
like baseball cards

above it all
you'll sale
serene and queenly
your sites set westward
and your compass true
reflecting sun
on all and sundry
while we
o moon
while we
reflect on you


- Amazon. :-)

I am PUBLISHED! (See? See? It's REAL!!!)


Granted it's not under my legal name. In retrospect, I feel slightly foolish about that.

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( Jun. 21st, 2010 07:53 pm)
It came, it came! My Honey Month is here!!! :-D


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