Were you there? I couldn’t be in D.C. in person last Sunday, but I watched on C-SPAN and tweeted with #NEM as high profile movie stars, musicians, writers, activists and other leaders followed one another in rapid succession with their powerful voices for ALL civil rights. Lady Gaga, Judy Shepherd, Julian Bond, Cynthia Nixon, Kate Clinton, Stacyann Chin, Billie Myers, Michelle Clunie, Dan Choi, Cleve Jones, Lance Black – the list seemed endless. It was a long afternoon, but since I tuned in late I hung out till the very end. Here are some of the lines I found most moving:
Michelle Clunie: “This is no longer a gay rights movement – this is a civil rights movement.”
Staceyann Chin: “Every right for every resident!”
Angela Green: “We either educate our children, or we bury our children.”
Cleve Jones: “There’s no such thing as a fraction of equality.” “You must promise to go home and do the work that is necessary. It won’t be as exciting as this march.”
Dan Choi: “Patience is not a plan. Silence is not a strategy”
Julian Bond: “We have a lot of real and serious problems in this country, and same-sex marriage is not one of them.” “No people of good will should oppose marriage equality.” “Rights for Gays and Lesbians aren’t special rights … It isn’t special to be free from discrimination.”
I saw a great tee-shirt: “Homophobia – now THAT’s a choice!”
And there were some pretty good tweets: “Iwomoto: Instead of asking is sexuality nurture vs. nature – ask is bigotry biological?” (via @rodmccullom). “Inter-racial couple holding sign @ National Equality March in DC today saying ‘our marriage was once illegal too.’ That says it all” (via @sourbear). “If you hear the word LOVERS and all you can think of is a MAN and a WOMAN, then you have straight privilege” (via @blogdiva)
Probably it was Judy Shepherd who moved me most, in spite of being brief. My son came out to us as gay barely a month before the death of Judy’s son in 1998. I was terrified then and I am still terrified by the hate that rages in the hearts of too many Americans. Here are her words: “When you leave here today, don’t forget, the work is being done by you. The President CANNOT do it alone.”
What happens in Las Vegas…
Everyone knows the rest of the phrase, and comedians capitalize on it, as if nothing erotic in Las Vegas should be taken seriously.
But did you know that Las Vegas is the home of the Erotic Heritage Museum? The museum opened its doors just off the Strip one year ago and is celebrating its first anniversary this weekend with a series of fabulous events, culminating tomorrow with Sex on the Streets, their First Anniversary Fundraiser offering live entertainment and a tour of the museum. Other offerings include classes by Dr. Susan Kaye on erotic massage and Tantra – “Living from the Neck Down.” Wish we could be there!
Both halves of Adriana were privileged to participate with other e-pubbed authors of erotica and erotic romance in a book-signing at the museum last March, sponsored by EPIC. A print copy of our erotic romance The Merry Widow (Whiskey Creek Press Torrid) is now a part of the museum’s official archives!
We were impressed with the range and depth of the beautifully displayed exhibits and highly recommend the experience to anyone interested in erotica and especially the history of the American Sexual Revolution. Here’s a little information from the museum’s brochure:
“The Museum seeks to bridge the gap between that which is commercial and often misidentified as pornographic, with that which is aesthetic, often identified as folk, pop, and fine art through a common visual language.
The Museum encompasses over 24,000 square feet of permanent and featured exhibits designed to preserve wonders of the erotic imagination as depicted through the artistic expression of acts of sex and love.
In keeping with the legacy of the American Sexual Revolution, the Museum is dedicated to the belief that sexual pleasure and fun are natural aspects of the human experience, that such pleasure must be made available to all, and that our individual sexuality belongs to each of us.”
Amen to that! I think our favorite exhibit is the Heroes wall, a display of brief biographies of Americans who faced stigma and often legal challenges to confront sex-based restrictions on freedom of speech and freedom of the press and usher in the freedoms we now enjoy to write, publish, view and share erotic materials.
One example: Phil Harvey is founder and owner of the on-line toy store Adam & Eve, a great place to find any sex toy on your wish list. But did you know that he fought U.S. mail restrictions to start his mail order condom business, with the goal of making inexpensive birth control available to third world countries? He spent personal funds fighting law suits and won, and still devotes a portion of the company’s profits to sex education and birth control resources in underdeveloped nations.
If you’re in the area, drop by the museum this weekend and sample its offerings. If you’re not, consider a donation to help preserve our heritage and our freedoms.
We’ve got two hot swinging releases due for release on September 1!
Swinging Games, 0ur Swinging Series at Extasy Books, chronicles the discoveries of a mid-life couple as they explore the many options of the swinging lifestyle. Jennifer and Brett Andrews got into swinging in part so Jen could experience her bisexuality through more than just books and videos – but each adventure takes them deeper into their relationship and pushes the boundaries of their sexual expression. We’re having a terrific time writing their story – hope you enjoy it too!
A little voyeurism, some role-playing, a taste of m/m, ménage for three and four – is this more than they signed on for? No longer novices, Jennifer and Brett Andrews reach a little deeper into the swinging world. When the evening’s over, will they still go home together, and what will happen next?
Here’s a brief excerpt – another will go up on the Extasy website September 1:
Between giggles, Jen called out, “Ned, you better decide what you want us to do next. I can’t hold this position very much longer. I’m beginning to feel like a pretzel.”
“Patience, woman,” Ned chided. “The way Elizabeth is going after your pussy, you must be an incredibly tasty pretzel.”
Resting on her shoulders with her feet raised over her head and her toes nearly touching the mattress behind her, Jen toyed with Elizabeth’s ears as she continued burrowing in and out of her sex with tongue and fingers. Both of them had come several times in the past twenty minutes or so. Just as Elizabeth was eating her, so was Brett eating Elizabeth. She’d heard his muffled groans sounding as if he was between agony and ecstasy. While he loved oral sex, he must be dying to sink his cock into Elizabeth. Ned hadn’t issued that command yet.
“You’re a slave driver,” she muttered to Ned, flexing more vigorously against Elizabeth’s tongue.
“That’s the point.”
Jen saw Ned grin gleefully at the tableau of human flesh he’d created, clearly enjoying himself.
At Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, we’re primed for the release of Book Three in our Meghan’s Playhouse series, April Swings. We’ve been following the antics of our modern-day Aphrodite, Meghan Keenan, as she brings other couples together in her unique and personal way: by swinging with them. She’s left New York City temporarily to perform on a cruise ship. Here’s a peek at what she’s up to:
April Day deeply loves her husband Derek, but something’s missing. To spice things up she books them on a Caribbean cruise for their seventh anniversary. She’s not sure what she’s looking for, but she knows she’s found it as soon as she spots the delectable sprite of an actress who stars in the ship’s daily shows.
Meghan Keenan’s having a blast with her latest squeeze, Josh Hendricks, who writes and directs the shipboard main shows. Should she turn down April’s request to heat up her marriage? And if she accepts, where will Josh fit in?
Derek is stunned by his wife’s brash pursuit of the hot young actress. Must he match her boldness to keep her from leaving him?
Excerpt, in darkened corner of the cruise ship bar and lounge:
“Does your wife come noisily in public places?” Meg asked.
Derek shook his head.
“No, she doesn’t make noise?”
“No, she doesn’t come in public places.”
Meg’s laughter was high pitched. “You think. From the feel of her panties, I’d say she’s already creaming. Aren’t you, April?”
April nodded. Her eyebrows shot up as Meg’s fingers wiggled against her bikini clad mound.
“Do you think we should put her to the test?” Meg asked Derek.
He shook his head. “What I think doesn’t seem to matter.”
Meg shrugged. “It’s your call, girl.”
April chewed on her bottom lip and eased Meg’s finger under her panty.
Meg lifted her glass with her other hand and toasted her drinking partners. “I believe we’ll have an answer soon enough. Your wife is dragging my fingers along her very wet slick vulva. I’m not doing a thing, but your wife is fucking herself with my fingers.”
April breathed through her nose as she tried to rock discreetly against the finger she’d inserted in her pussy. “Help me,” she whispered at Meg.
“Your wife wants my help. Can you believe that?” Without looking at April, Meg dragged a finger across April’s clit. On the third pass, April lurched forward and hunched over the table. She gasped for air. Meg withdrew her fingers.
“May I help you,” their waiter asked. “Are you seasick?”
April tried to focus on the concerned man. “No…,” she managed to say. “I’m fine. I must’ve swallowed my drink wrong.”
“That happens. Would anyone like anything else?”
Another excerpt will be posted at the Whiskey Creek Torrid Website September 1!