Sign The Save The Internet Petition

Okay, I know, you aren't worried...and as much as I hate to involve my politics life in my Writier's Life...I wanted to offer the chance for you to get involved.

Here's the problem in a nutshell. Right now, my measly little blog is accessable by everyone. There is a chance that should the mega-dogs AT&T, Verizon, or pic your worst corporate enemy and paste name here...could gain control, making the internet the next big bidding war-zone for those with money to out-weigh the rest of us...making my blog IMPOSSIBLE to find. Do you want your search engines controlled? If you are unsure, ask the Chinese how they feel about it...EVERYTHING they have access to has passed through their governments censors first.

"This is America! That won't happen here." I hope to god you're right. Just to make sure, add your voice to help keep our internet free of corporate corruption. Click above link. See how easy I'm making it for you?? Also all the reading info you'l ever need on the subject posted in the orange link on the right.

USE YOUR VOICE!

I hate Censorship

You know what I hate more than anything...censorship....so when I discovered through a fellow blogger that Storm Large of Rockstar Super Nova is having her personal webpage censored because of a Hollywood Policy...well, I just had to react.
Those who watch Super Nova will remember this conversation from: RockStar: SuperNova

Tommy Lee: "I'd really just like to see more of you. So mabye next time just a little less... stuff. Cool?"

Storm Large: "Tommy?"

Tommy Lee: "What-e?"

Storm Large: "6 letters. G-o-o-g-l-e"

So I did. Here's what I found and what Hollywood no longer wants you to see:

and if you wanted to know what her tattoo is...

Now, I understand why Hollywood doesn't want this seen...a million horney teenage boys could possibly affect the outcome of the contest...maybe. Personally, I really want Delana to win.

And Storm? I'm sure Playboy may offer her a spead after they catch these fab pics...

Not dead yet

For those of you in the know who have been worried about me since the stepping on the nail incident...I'm not dead yet...also, no obvious signs of tetanus...though I'm exhausted.

No-I did not go get the Magic Shot at the Doctor's Office.
Geesh...if I haven't been to the doctor for anything less severe than childbirth and then only because of a total lack of support from my then spouse for home delivery...there are reasons why he is the ex...so to go to a doctor for the sole sake of getting an injection... so not happening.

For my fellow non-vaccinate friends, I am taking Ledum:)
Does Ledum cause lethargy, because I am exhausted!

I know, I know, I said that already.

Of course I could just be overdoing it...
Maybe it's because I'm still working on Book 2; and it has been mentally exhausting, though honestly I'm blog surfing more since the nail incident than writing...throbbing pain is kind of a distraction, whereas looking at tied-up scantily clad darlings and the hard work of all that research time spent on how many positions a menage a troi can really get into...

Hugs
Roxy

So What Is On My Mind Today?

Answer: What Isn't?!

Today has been a weird day...

1) Demanding Clients
2) Writer's Block
3) Branding
4) Baby Girl went on her First Date Tonight
-as in OMF***G
-as in yes, I did get the make, model, and license plate
-as in yes, we did have the sex talk before she went out the door
--this is interesting, as in contrasting with what my parents said to me:
---Mom: Keep your pants zipped and your knees crossed at all times
---Dad: Do you know what a condom is?
-----Since there is no Dad to deal with his share of the Sex Talk, I covered both sides fairly well I think:
---Me: Don't even think about it, and if you are thinking about it at least wait until I can make an appointment to get you a script for the pill!
---Me: Do you know what a condom is?

*nice to know how little has changed in twenty-odd years!
*Is it any wonder I have writer's block?

Ménage à Trois:

As if I don't have enough trouble with controlling the people living in my head...
You may remember a few weeks ago, when one of my characters was in fetal position and refused to participate in my novel unless I let her do what she wanted and I had no idea what that was exactly, until I surrendered to her. Here's a hint:

Ménage à Trois
n. A relationship in which three people, such as a married couple and a lover, live together and have sexual relations. [French : ménage, household + à, for + trois, three.]

Okay, okay not a hint--I hit you over the head with it!
I on the other hand, ripped open my psyche over it. By surrendering to the character in my book, I reached in and reopened an entire chapter of my life that was locked up nice and safe and tidy in the VAULT, the place where I keep all the events of my life that are too precious to let go of and too painful to live with...

A long time ago, in a land far away, in the Realm of My First Marriage...I can candidly, honestly say that I had a fairly open relationship that sometimes, okay, most times, involved more than one. A time when polyamory didn't have a website...a time when no one had a website...and the terms primary partner, secondary or tertiary parteners weren't words in our vocabulary but existed as living, breathing people in our lives. I am filled with gratitude that for a singular, precious moment my life included an incredible human being who was so passionate that he willing, nay insistantly, shared our marriage with others.

I miss him.

With him, I was authentic, no lies, no secrets between us.
Every lover since, I haven't been completely authentic with...I've held some piece of myself back--what a shame.

Sometimes, I will be driving, and a song will come on the radio, reminding me of something I was doing or saying in 1984, and I'll think, oh my god, was that girl me? More and more recently, I'm asking, where did she go? Why was it necessary for her to go and leave me with only the memories? Oh yeah, that pain thing...gut wrenching, heart shattering, mind-numbing...that led to the master plan of tucking it into the VAULT in the first place because I didn't want to live without him, so I'd forget it ALL plan. It seemed like such a good idea at the time.
What a really bad plan.

So here I am, learning again, the lesson of surrender, this time surrendering to self, being willing to stand up and speak out on all the things I believe, although I have no grand podium, just a very humble novel where my characters kick and scream until I get it right, sometimes reflecting my psyche by lying curled in fetal position until I flog them into action, flog them into releasing their own truths. The funny thing is, truths of my own are being released as well.

I miss you R.
9.8.61-9.27.86
Thanks for the Memories

How Long is Too Long?

I got your attention with the title, yeah?
In my wickedly deviant brain, there is no such thing as too long.

However, according to Rebecca the Bookseller at the Lipstick Chronicles, a little blog I visit on occassion...
there is an ending point when it comes to the Series question. So, in the hopes of gleaning enlightenment, I read the post and came up with inconclusive data. However, it did scream for me to dedicate more attention to this little before thought out question.

I've never embarked on a series before, now I have:
The Chronicles Of Surrender.

As of a few short months ago, I pitched it as a three book series:
Sacred Secrets
Unholy Promises
Forgiven Sins

And then the series morphed...Unholy Promises became Book 3,
not Book 2, Book 2 is currently awaiting a title, its working title,
SSR (Sacred Secrets Revealed) uninspiring, but brings us to
Book 4 Forgiven.

Ahem, news flash, after a short discussion with my editor today
about expanding on a small part player in Book 1, we now have
Book 5 Hallowed Screams.

I wish the Lipstick Chronicles had clarified, because there's this
secondary character in book 3 who really needs to tell his own story...

Google, Men, Laid

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Beer commercial

Another commercial...sorry, I just can't get enough. For women who enjoy men on their knees...

The Writer's dilemma

I haven't posted to my blog for a week and for that I apologize. I could blame my crazy life, yeah, there is that; however, honestly, I got caught up in a conversation with a writer friend on Monday that made me think. As in, thinking too fucking much about all the wrong things...all because of an innocent comment.

You see, I've started the sequel to Sacred Secrets, ie Book 2 of the Chronicles of Surrender, which was originally slated as Unholy Promises...However after a needed conversation with my editor, I convinced her that Unholy was indeed Book 3 of Chronicles and that Book 2 was the yet created Sacred Secrets Revealed. This happened Sunday so by Monday morning I'd been rockin and rollin with Sacred Secrets Revealed all night and was feeling pretty good about it...That means this book is writing itself and I am embracing the joys of being a writer...Contrasted with ...The other times when writing requires major doses of alcohol because the characters are lying in fetal position or screaming incoherently at me and during those times being a writer is one giant pain in the ass.


But Alas, Monday was not such a day.
Until I had a chat with writing friend who made a very innocent comment about upsetting the reader...As in if you write about...You might upset the reader.

And this is were the writer's dilemma lies.
So, what's the answer?

I've spent a week dithering over this whilst my book continues to write itself, really amazed that when I give my characters free reign to say what they wanna...it is just awesome what comes out of their hearts and minds. That doesn't mean that my writing friends comment isn't in the back of my head and every once in a few written pages I'll think is that PC?

Jump back, I'm writing erotica, I'm exploring BDSM's emotional and psychological ramifications through my characters experiences and I'm suddenly worried if this is politically correct? No way! But then my friend's voice (omg is this my new conscience?) sounds in my head asking, "Is this scene going to be offensive to my reading audience?"

Heavy sigh.
My fingers come to a complete stop...My characters hold their collective breath, wondering, "Okay, she going to let us get our kink on, or not?"

I heavy sigh again, very glad that I am not only secure in my own sensuality, but I'm secure with my character's sexuality as well. My fingers do the happy dance across the keyboard, writing chapters, not pages, because my characters are very happy being allowed to get their kink on.

I visited SilverExpressions today and scrolled through a few entries, finding one that addressed the question, is cyber chat sex infidelity? in reference to a book that was being critiqued by a fellow author and friend...I hope that after reviewing the comments that critiquing friend doesn't advise the writing friend to clean up her book based on the obviously morally objectionable subject matter of cyber sex...And even if critiquing friend would advise writing friend to do so, I hope writing friend is secure enough to not make PC changes!

Can you imagine what the Story of O would have been if made PC? Or Topping From Below?
The horror of either of these stories being tampered with!

Sacred Secrets Revealed, Book 2 of the Chronicles of Surrender is almost complete and guaranteed to not be PC.

Canadian Breast Exam

A friend shared this banned commercial...I rolled out of my chair laughing my ass off, but I have friends...won't name 'em who were totally offended. Let me know what YOU think!

Breast Fed Baby Causes National Panic?

Click the title to see today' big news story.
I'm sorry, but either MSN is desperate for news or our country has gone stark-raving mad! Granted, I've never been called a prude, quite the opposite in fact...Let's not go there though, suffice it to say I'm an over the top liberal who wishes our forefather's hadn't been pilgrims because our country might have had a fighting chance at being less uptight if they hadn't been.

Summary of the news story: barely shown breast with baby attached causes uproar.
My favorite quote from the story: One mother who didn't like the cover explains she was concerned about her 13-year-old son seeing it. "I shredded it," said Gayle Ash, of Belton, Texas, in a telephone interview. "A breast is a breast — it's a sexual thing. He didn't need to see that."
I'm betting her son has seen more boobage on MTV than he saw on that cover...
But hey, I learned a new word: Lactivist, a woman who supports breastfeeding in public as a woman's right. Did I totally miss the bus on this one? Since when have we not had that right? And who in the hell decided it's a right we now need to fight for?

For roughly four years late-eighties and three years early-nineties I bared in public, regardless of who was watching to nurse my babies whenever they were hungry. Was I discreet? Hell no. Was I challenged? Never. Although once an uptight biddy made a snide remark in a busy shopping mall to which I replied, "And you are watching why?" and kept right on nursing.
Bully for me-I was a lavtivist and didn't even know it!

Enough already.
This is not a news story. This is a few incredibly ridiculous women who are ashamed of their sexuality because the patriarchal fundamentalist churches they are attending make them feel sinful for being born with boobs...

Vintage Bondage

I love it...
Is this supposed to be
Nancy Drew?

I tell my friends,
online and off,
keep your eyes
open for all those
sweet tidbits of
overdressed
housewives
in bodice popping poses,
Bound or Spanked...

If you have any good
examples, just point
me in the right
direction!

Toothpaste Commercial

Couldn't resist sharing this commercial with you! Irresistable! Enjoy!
Hugs
Roxy

Guest Blogging Friday--Join Me!

Roxy Harte Announces:
I'm guest blogging at SEx Silver Expressions on Friday, July 21
I plan to do several: a.m., lunch time, and p.m. so please visit!
This is my debut SEx blog so I plan on getting your attention!
Hugs
Roxy

Sacred Secrets Excerpt

“Trust me, Kitten?” I whisper, so that none but she hears.
My heart swells with even more tenderness when she nods. Then she realizes her mistake, such a slight mistake, and brushes her cheek against mine—twice. One of my men in black steps forward to take her from me, but I shake my head no. Any other owner wouldn’t be given the same privilege and, for the first time in my life, I am using the ace up my sleeve. I own the place, damn it, it’s my right.
I feel her muscles tense in my arms.
“Sh-h, it’s all right, Kitten. Trust me.”
The clear glass isolation sphere is directly in front of me.
God, I hate this; I have never been good with isolation. It is one of the worst things I was forced to endure
during my training. Too much time to think. Too much time to self-analyze. Too much
time to worry about the what next.
I stand Kitten in the center, she is trembling. Fear in this case is good. It will help her understand the importance of obedience here, especially here, where the games can get very, very rough for the one that regularly disobeys. I try to convince myself that this is for the good of the slave, to protect her from herself, to protect her from us. The us in this case being the other Doms. A disobedient slave is what gives spice to an otherwise monotonous routine. Routine is the Doms’ hell in a place such as this.
I secure her feet with the ankle cuffs. I slide my hands up the length of her beautiful legs, I can’t help myself. She is so beautiful. I raise her arms one at a time and secure them in the wrist cuffs. My fingers swirl around the tender skin of her wrists before I lock the cuffs in place. Cuffs not made for comfort, but stainless steel for punishment. She stands spread eagle and such a beautiful sight. Naked beneath the fishnet, exposed, yet fully clothed. I flip the switch that floods light from both top and bottom and she sees herself for the first time in the mirrored glass that will surround her. She can’t see out, but everyone else can see in. She is embarrassed already by what she sees and a silent tear slides down her face. I lean forward to kiss it away, whispering against her face, “No tears Kitten, no smeared makeup, no runny nose. I’m here with you, even when you can’t see me, know that I am here with you.”

Since Darragha, had to mention the
"guy with pierced nipples"...
(see the contest comments)
(I apologize, comments removed to
protect those who needed protecting)

So, here he is...gagged... yum.

Hugs to you, Darragha for triggering my
memory about this pic! And yeah, oogling
this pic, he could almost be the sex fantasy...

No, that is not an admission--I'm not telling!
Contest entrants keep guessing!

You can hear him Live (sometimes pre-recorded)
at www.spreadradiolive.com
Finally, music I can listen to while I'm writing!
He even takes requests! I love this guy! Thank you David!
So spread the word about his site...it's an awesome thing he's doing in LA

Hugs
Roxy

Readers Contest

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Chronicles Of Surrender

My smart-ass partner asked, "Why surrender?"
And I'm sure the question was valid, I could have used control, pain, mastery...

As it was, a day of angst produced the subtitle to Sacred Secrets and I do thank my friends who made suggestions while I strived to not have a nervous breakdown over it...in the end, I dug a little deeper into my own psyche for the theme of the series and it was a painful journey. It should have been easier...

Surrender is such an easy thing
Surrender is close to fucking impossible

On the yoga mat, in role of instructor I am forever whispering, "surrender" to my students. Sometimes, they don't understand it is surrender that makes the asanas so much easier. The greater life-lesson being that surrender makes EVERYTHING so much easier. What I don't tell them is that though I've learned the art of surrendering to the asana and sometimes the pain of holding the asana, the life lesson is a moment to moment challenge. I'm human, I like control. I like nice and tidy and sometimes life is messy...sometimes downright nasty. ..and it's in those messy, nasty moments that the lesson of surrender is most important.

Those who know me, love me, and sometimes Master me...feel the pleasure I experience when I just give it up! So why is it still so hard to surrender?

Isn't that the bigger question?
If it fixes everything, if it feels good to do it, if it the great karmic healer...why is it so fucking hard to do?

I gained my subtitle not by controlling the outcome, but my surrendering to my psyche, that fantastic place where my characters thrive, seeking insight into the truth behind their stories, and to be honest, they had a lot to say on the subject, quite eloquently in fact, which was unusual. Usually, they go through two stages: curled in fetal postion or screaming at me incoherantly; however, on the underlying theme they were quite clear, even when they didn't really want to admit it, whether Dom or sub, their roles were always fighting or freely giving surrender. Luckily, I am just sadist enough to make my dominants give it up, even if they're screaming incoherently when they finally do--surrender.

Thank you to Edgar T for the use of the visual

Tornado Anyone?

When my cell phone rang, the last words I wanted to hear on the other side of the conversation was my daughter saying, "Mom, don't panic."

Okay, what's the first thing I'm going to do when someone tells me not to panic?
Heart in throat, my entire being went still...right before I demanded,"What happened?"

The good news was my daughter was safe and indoors, the bad news was the neighbors house off its foundation, the other neighbors roof gone, a third neighbors privacy fence tangled in the powerline, still twenty feet above ground in our front yard. And in the yard ten feet away...the 20'x20' solid metal I-beam and sheetmetal roof from a barn several hundred yards away.

And me...miles from home.

Driving fast, pounding rain, storm sirens going off town after town after town, I couldn't get home fast enough...but I did get home and everyone's fine.

Self-Google

Yeah, I know, Self-Googling sounds pretty naughty, right?
So try it sometime! You'll be amazed at what pops up


Okay, call me adventurous...
I googled myself, no lie,
Roxy Harte gets googled

The funny thing is not the expected part
Sacred Secrets and/or combos of name,
title, publisher come up in the Top 6 places

But that about page 3 there was a RANDOM link leading to a noir
electronic band by the name Bahr:Neumann
guessing--entire site is in German, although if
I'm wrong and someone reading this knows for sure, comment please,
cause I'm totally in love here + so wishing I knew German right now)

Sure, I'm a fan of electronica, not gonna deny it
But when I click on a RANDOM mpg file titled "CLOISTER"
and the words are something along the lines of...
and this is not a direct quote...so if ya wanna hear it
yourself you have to click the hot link...

Maybe you feel the same
Maybe you feel my pain
Come into my cloister
I'll be your Master

Okay, I'll be the first to admit it--words turn me on.
Words leading to BDSM thoughts, double ditto

So if Bahr: Neumann needs a groupie...I'm there...I mean, at this
point I'm delusional cause he's gotta be singing about my blue eyes right?

...and as far as the Cloister part...yeah, I'm there
So, moral of this story: Google Yourself!
If I hadn't Googled Roxy Harte I would have never heard "Cloister!"
Or became a new fan of Bahr: Nueman. How's that for synchronicity?