Friday the 13th

Friday the 13^th

By: Embry-the unlucky-Carlysle

Friday the 13^th, that magical, mystifying day. Some say its evil; some say it’s lucky I say it’s cursed. Well today, it certainly is for me.

I got up this morning just like I do every weekday morning by hitting the snooze button on my alarm clock every 9 minutes (which I’ve never understood why it’s 9 minutes and not 10) anyway after the 4^th time I decided I should get up for work.

Things went strangely well for me, bed made-check, shower taken-check, clothes on-check, makeup on-check….

Squirt of perfume onto neck-uh uncheck. More like squirt of perfume straight into the eyes causing massive pain and mascara to run all over face-check.

So after spending twenty more minutes I cannot spare to replace said makeup I am now running really close to maybe possible being late to my job that is forty minutes away from where I live. Not so good.

So finally I’m ready to leave for work so I get into my car and start it and it makes this God-awful sound, like a steel door going through a wood chipper. Uh yeah not so good considering I just shelled a butt load of money yesterday for a new a/c compressor. (I live in Texas, soooo can’t live down here without an a/c in the car, house, office, restaurant, store…well you get the picture.) Anyway now where was I? Oh yeah the noise. Well I decide to let it run for a few minutes hoping the sound would stop and luckily it does. I back out of the garage and look for the remote for the opener only it’s not where it’s supposed to be. (20 year old darling daughter was last to use my car, it’s probably in her purse, because, hey all 20 something’s carry them in their purse) uh huh.

So, too continue I get out of my car, go back into the garage and hit the button on the wall, then I have to leave quickly to get out before the garage door comes down on me, of course why would I ever think this was the end of all my back luck. I trip out of my sandals landing on my derriere on the driveway in a dirty spot and yes you guessed it I’m wearing white pants.

Shock: We down south wear white before Memorial Day---scandalous…..LOL

So another 10 minutes later I’m changed and finally thank the Gods I’m on the road. I have now called work to tell them I am running late.

So I’m driving along and lo and behold the check engine light comes on…..Oh for the love of carbs. Are ya freaking kidding me???? (Of course I use that much more explicit adjective, but I’ll keep this PG).  Someone seriously hates me today….So I pull my car over to the side of the road and bang my head on the steering wheel and say that word like a mantra…

Suddenly it dawns on me, remember me saying that my 20 year old had the car last? Could it be that yet again she put gas in but forgot to turn the cap until it clicks several times? Can I possibly catch a break maybe?  I bravely get out of the car in rush hour traffic to check and thank the Gods who cursed me earlier it wasn’t on tight. I take this and the 18 wheelers who honk at me as a sign my day will get better. (by the way thanks Budweiser man you were cute too ;) )

Finally, blessedly I make my way to work and I’m only ten minutes late (thanks to the cops who are normally out for being at the donut shop and not clocking traffic)

I have to sit back and wonder why on earth all this happened today to me, could it really be because it’s Friday the 13^th? Maybe. More than likely it’s because I laughed my proverbial ass off at my bestest friend NJ Nielsen when she told me about her superstitions.

Turns out she will never walk under a ladder (which is a smart thing) because one time the entire paint can fell on her, and if that wasn’t enough she did it again another time and the ladder fell on her. Maybe she had a bad day like mine, or maybe she’s just klutzy (I go with the latter) who knows.

But I can promise you for the rest of this day I will avoid, ladders, black cats, wee fairy folk (hey they could be here) and any other superstitious things I can think of. I will also keep salt with me to ward off evil spirits, of course with my luck I’ll just throw it in my eyes.

Here’s hoping you all have a much better Friday the 13^th then I did.

((hugs)

Embry

Top Secret Project Revealed

Stumbling around the interwebs, going places where I don't belong, I ran across this government report. Most of it was redacted but what was available is amazing!

...a high-ranking official, speaking under the condition of anonymity, had this to say about the project: "What we did to those volunteers was horrifying. The screams, the victims we had to provide in order to stave off their bloodlust.... I'll never..."

Details are on a need-to-know basis, but the project has proven blood and tissue samples harvested from the New Mexico crash site will interact with human cells to provide super-human powers. Increased strength, cognitive skills, and healing capability will give our soldiers the edge in any future conflicts.

Breeding of these newly improved humans is already underway. Accelerated incubation periods has produced incredible results. Continued funding to monitor and train these offspring is essential to our security.

The implications are astounding. And terrifying.

~xxx~

P.S. Yes, this is an April Fools post. But the just the possibility is frightening, no?

Guest Post - With friends like these...

Sometimes a character comes along that is fully real in your head. He's just there. And try as you might, you can't ignore him. Nicholas Rider in Bitter Harvest was one such character. It didn't help that he kept planting himself in my mind, chained to a metal ceiling and naked with a really interesting tattoo down his back. But then Rider is wicked like that.

He wouldn't leave me alone. And so I started to play with him, find out his world and who his love interest would be. That's when I struck my major problem. Rider was most definitely male. But the nebulous character who started to form as his love interest, the one who'd interrogate him--and be affected by him--was also a man. Try as I might, I couldn't make either of them women. I knew m/f. I wrote m/f. Time to panic.

I was nervous, I was out of my comfort zone. I was also in www.writechat.net ... a place packed with enablers.

CM Torrens and Marguerite Labbe are eager to make everyone write man love. And they're good at it. Some might say...relentless. *grin* They encouraged me to write the story as it needed to be written. So, I took my first steps into writing m/m. 

I love to write sexual tension, and what surprised me with these two men was the ease with which it flowed between them. I didn't question it. Rider has no self restrictions and I was surprised to find a freedom in m/m that I'd never truly experienced in writing m/f. I don't believe it was solely his character. I've written a full ms and and another part of one and I found the same was true there too. (Yes, I am addicted to m/m now and I know who to blame. Please see previous paragraph ;-) ) 

Two male characters don't form with the same complications as a male/female pairing. The baggage isn't there. It's a simple thing, but I felt it as I wrote Bitter Harvest. I've also realised the weight, been aware of it, as I've written an m/f story this week. It's an observation that's thrown my new characters into a sharper relief for me. Which I love.

So I'd like to thank CM Torrens and Marguerite Labbe for letting me post on this blog and for (cracking the whip) helping me to write my very first m/m book. :)

Wonder if I can get them back with plot bunny or five... :D 

Kim

It's 2050, and humans are an endangered species. Lieutenant Robert Sutton has survived the collapse of civilization by luck, his wits, and a chance mutation that makes him immune to the nano-virus that has wiped out millions. Now, his compound of survivors is surrounded by the infected, who are driven by the need to spread the contagion through sex. It is only a matter of time before they attack. So when Sutton is assigned to interrogate a prisoner who claims to have overcome the infection, he immediately suspects a trap...

 

Nicholas Rider may have survived the virus, but he's a changed man, ruled by his desires. But his need for Sutton is different. Rider craves an end to his overwhelming needs, and Sutton could be the man to do it.

 

Secure in his belief that he's invulnerable, Sutton can't understand or resist his intense attraction to his prisoner. Will Rider be his downfall--or his savior?

 

 

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Kim Knox brews sex, magic, darkness and technology in a little corner of North  West England. She writes erotic science fiction and fantasy romance for  Carina Press, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing, Cleis Press and others.

 

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Local Legends II

One of the neat things about Southern Maryland is that there are a lot of back country, winding beautiful roads that have very little traffic.  It’s what makes them creepy too, especially when you breakdown after midnight and have to hike a mile down a wooded road to find help.  Thankfully, I had friends to keep me company, of course they brought up every horror movie we’d ever seen while we were walking and the house that we lived in at the time was old, creaky and built next to an abandoned plantation, so none of got sleep any when we made it home.

It was on one of these many back roads that a friend first told me of the Legend of the Goat Man who supposedly haunts P.G. County, no more than twenty minutes from me.  The Goat Man is an axe-wielding, half-man, half-beast who attacks cars as they go through his territory.  Some claim that he was once a scientist at the Beltsville Agricultural Research Center who experimented on goats until it all went bad.  Others claim that the scientist, Dr. Stephen Fletcher, created the creature by mixing the DNA of a goat with his assistant, who then escaped.  Another version is more harmless, where the Goat Man is actually an old hermit who wanders the back roads and lives in a cave nearby and runs away when people approach.

 There are several different locations in the area where the Goat Man is supposed to pop up.  Fletchertown Road is one place, another is the roads behind the Beltsville Agricultural Research Center.  (Lucky me, I went to college right next to there.)  Or near an old tuberculosis sanitarium near Governor’s Bridge which also has another legend connected to it, the Cry Baby Bridge.  Supposedly, if you stop there at night, you can hear the sound of a baby crying.  Apparently, the baby’s mother threw her child off the bridge when the baby’s father refused to acknowledge it and abandoned them.

 

As you can tell, I love ghost stories of all kinds.  I’ve recently submitted my own ghost story, Ghosts in the Wind, which has a few things in common with these local legends.  Like the Legend of the Blue Dog, my story involves the ghost of a murdered man and like the Legend of the Goat Man, my story has a hybrid creature.  There are Jackal Wraiths who feed off the spirits who linger in limbo and at one point, the murderer gets possessed by them.  There’s even the ghostly sounds of a crying baby.

Andrei Cuza and Dean Marshall just celebrated the ten year anniversary of their commitment ceremony only to have their happiness shattered. On his way home from closing a business deal, Dean stops on the side of the parkway to help a young mother with her flat tire when her ex catches up with her. Blake Olsen murders her and Dean and takes off with his two kids.

Andrei has been haunted by ghosts all of his life and bears the guilt for his younger sister Ileana being stuck in limbo. When Dean returns to him as a ghost the double-punch of losing him and now having to watch him founder if he doesn’t move on is almost more than Andrei can bear. Ghosts are stuck at the moment they died, unable to adapt to the changes in their living loved ones.

Dean has made a promise though, and until he helps Andrei track down the missing kids, he isn’t going anywhere. There are dangers in limbo that Andrei doesn’t know about, Jackal Wraiths that devour souls who succumb to their anger and they’re hunting Dean. And dangers to Andrei as well, who pays a price so he can have Dean’s touch one more time. Time is slowly running out as Dean and Andrei try to figure out how to say goodbye while they track down a killer who’d be more than happy to kill again.

Guest Post - What's So Gay About the Fae? by wtprater

The Politically Incorrect Dictionary defines a fairy as "homophobic. Replaced by petite airborne humanoid which possesses magical powers. The term fairy should be avoided when discussing these mythical beings, regardless of how gay they may appear." So, how gay are the Fae? Well, that depends. On where you look. 


I was first introduced to the Fae as creatures in William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream (AMND), presented in parts in the movie Dead Poet's Society (DPS). And when I saw Puck (Robert Sean Leonard), the lead fairy, I felt a little gay. Okay, a lot of gay. Years later, watching the movie version of AMND, starring Michelle Pfeifer as Titania, Rubert Everett as Oberon, and Stanley Tucci as Puck, I realized that there was a possibility that Fairies were gayer than unicorns farting out rainbows and sneezing skittles. But unlike my first experience, I also began to understand that being a Fairy (and gay) was not a fluffy experience to throw away or kill myself over (see DPS) nor was it an experience to run away from i.e. Peter Pan. It wasn't a cheesy magical puff of fairy dust, but rather a hard examination of the special and unique traits that blossom within and throughout me, helping me find my own magical touch.

So, when did the two words (Fairy and Homosexual) become synonymous with one another? Well, in 1895, the American Journal of Psychology reported the existence of a secret homosexual organization in New York called The Fairies. The group was regarded as "a peculiar society of introverts. Coffee-klatches, where the members dress themselves with aprons, etc. and knit, gossip, and crotchet; balls where men adopt the ladies' evening dress, are well known in Europe." As we all know, men had been dressing in drag for years to perform on stage, but this "new" element became men impersonating women in real life, not on stage. In The Female Impersonators by Earl Lind, "One of my earliest visits to Paresis hall [in New York City] - about January 1895 - I seated myself at one of the tables. I had only recently learned that it was the androgyne headquarters- or "Fairie" as it was called at the time." A 1921 source cites that Androgynes were known as "fairies, fags, or brownies". Brownies were the male version of fairies, and just as gay. 

There are more references between then and 1960, but it is my belief that the biggest resurgence of the commonality of these words was around 1954, with the play Peter Pan by J M Barrie in which a female (Mary Martin) plays the lead male character, Peter Pan, who is a type of Fairy. Tinkerbell, yet another Fairy, and nickname for gay men, is his sidekick. My question: What could be more "peculiar" than a grown woman playing a young boy who is trying to seduce a young girl? Now, that's just my interpretation, it is not a factual thing. 

We do know that a few years later in 1970, Harry Hay started a group named the Radical Faeries. Trying to describe the Fairies . . . "Faerie culture is indefinable as a group; however, it has similar characteristics to Marxism, feminism, paganism, Native American and New Age spirituality, anarchism, the mythopoeic men's movement, radical individualism, the therapeutic culture of self-fulfillment and self-actualization, earth-based movements in support of sustainable communities, spiritual solemnity coupled with a camp sensibility, gay liberation and drag." Those involved in this culture make create faerie names for themselves, practice magic (solitary or as a group), and study nature as source of strength and connectedness. 

So, whether it is flying high with bright colors, spreading glitter all over the place, creating havoc and anarchy, or dabbling in mischief, there are vast similarities (and differences) in both Fae and Homo history. And I for one will never be insulted when and if someone calls me a Fairy, because I know that I am magically delicious. Oh, wait, that's Leprechauns. . .Oh, well.

Seamus on you Shanahan

DISCLAIMER: When I signed up to do the St. Patrick’s Day post here I thought what fun. NJ and I have the most adorable little Leprechauns from our upcoming series that we just know would love to answer some questions for us. They love a good audience. Uh well let’s just say, we can’t be held responsible for what they come up with. We really should have known better.

Thoughtfully and apologetically yours,

Embry Carlysle

NJ Nielsen

Seamus on you Shanahan

Embry & I decided to hunt down the two little buggers that have caused so much trouble in our world – they are the princes of Mischief & Mayhem. Embry has poured enough coffee down their throats to make them sober up enough to answer some questions that I think we all want to find out the answers to.

First and foremost… Why the hell did you set this all in motion?

Shanahan: What ye be talking about? All we did was share some love with the pretty Fae and the human. Love makes the world go round. Do you not be thinking the Seamus?

Seamus:  Aye that I do Shanny, that I do. Wait, what did you ask me? **hiccup** (He blushes profusely, or is that the left over effects of the liquor? NJ is not amused)

Okay, what made you choose Roxy and Harlin?

Shanahan: (After picking himself up off the floor & his belly laughs turn to mere giggles.) I be thinking the human needed to pull the stick out of his ar… (Embry slaps her hand across his mouth to stop the swear words – having learnt previously – swear words send the Leprechauns into fits of giggling like school girls – so not pretty. Okay, so it may be worthy of You Tube.) (“Same question” NJ says to Seamus.)

Seamus: (He totally ignores Shanahan) Plus they’re the cutest, really cutest men on their planet and yours, ye know?

Tell us about Fate Raynes?

Shanahan: (Gasps Loudly) Don’t be saying the big man’s name around us (“Why?” NJ asks. Shan as he prefers to be called rolls his pretty green eyes.) If ye be saying his name too close to us he will be finding us and we will have to be running again.

Seamus: Aye I’m with Shan, we be very careful no to mention our man in da public, you see. Very bad indeed.

So if talking about Fa… the big man is out why don’t you tell us what is the best thing about living in The Shadow Realms?

Shanahan: How long do we be having… there are a many great things to be living where we do… Leprechaun Magics is being the best part, and pranking the uppity ups (Once again Giggles flow out of him like tinkling bells. Embry chuckles as NJ reaches across and slaps the giggling man up the side of his head.)

Seamus: Oh come now, we jest be having a wee laugh, no need to be so slap happy, unless of course ye like to be slapped.(He winks at the two ladies, then gets slapped himself by Shan)

What is the funniest prank you have ever pulled and on whom?

Shanahan: (Shanahan looks over at his partner in crime and smiles evilly.) That be the day the big man found out we be his mates. (What did you do? Embry and NJ lean forward eagerly.) I will be telling you it is the funniest thing and the reason we be in hiding today. (He glares at us both – if our mate be finding us we be knowing who is the snitch and you better be sleeping with one eye open – because we be playing our next prank on the two of you.)

Seamus: ‘Tis not as funny as ye be remeberin’ Shan, he was no happy to know we be it fer him, and ‘tis the only reason we be in hiding.

Shanahan: (Now Shan ignores Seamus, something they seem to be quite good at)  Don’t be forgetting the superglue? (Glue? Both Embry and NJ gasp.)

Seamus: Shh Shanny don’t ye be giving all our secrets away, are nay we suppose to be talkin about this silly human holiday St. Paddy’s day, anyway? Sometimes Seamus can ruin the moment by being the voice of reason, especially when he’s not as sober as he had Embry convinced he was.

Okay, I think next time we bring you a message from the guys we may have to have them be a little more sober than we have them today…or get stronger coffee.

Shanahan: Remember Karma is a bitch and we will be keeping an eye on the pair of you.

Seamus: No Shan… Karma be our brother in-law. (He cracks up laughing as Shanahan drags him out of the room.)

Like we said, we never know quite what to expect from the two little trouble makers. On behalf of NJ and myself, may you all have a wonderful St. Paddy’s day, even if you’re not Irish. May you know nothing but good luck today in everything you do, and may you always be on the lookout for Seamus and Shanahan…….

Irish Eyes are always watching……

Embry and NJ

Beware the Ides of March

CAESAR: The ides of March are come.

Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

We all know the story. On March 15, 44 B.C., Julius Caesar went to meet the senators, and the rest became well told, oft-repeated history.

Legend has it, he was warned. “Beware the ides of March,” a seer told him. He dismissed the seer and ignored the warning. In hindsight, he should have paid more attention. But that’s why it’s hindsight. It’s the past. Over. It happened, and now all your failures can be evaluated to death.

But someone knew. Sure, the seer probably just caught wind of the conspiracy through careless whispers and information leaks. But what about those how just know? Those who can see future events? Do they exist? And can they give me some (winning) lottery numbers?

Fortune telling goes back as long as there have been people. Humans have been reading anything and everything as a means to get a little inside information on what the future holds. Stars, palms, runes. But if you don’t have a pot to piss in, you’ll have to pass on uromancy (reading bubbles made by urinating in a pot). Likewise if your llama is spotted, you’ll miss out on bronchiomancy (studying the lungs of sacrificed white llamas).

Can fortune tellers really see the future, or are they just paying better attention? Do they just read the signs better than the rest of us?

Omens and warnings are out there to help lead the way. But the future isn’t set. There is no map. Every event shapes us, changes us in some way. So even if there was a guidebook at some point, it was outdated before you could say "Microsoft Update." But there are patterns to history that can be used to extrapolate a pretty good idea of what the future holds. History repeats itself. The same mistakes are made again, over and over. If you followed Pattern A, then it is likely that Outcome B will follow. If you were paying attention, you saw it coming and prepared. Similarly, if you saw Pattern A deviate into Course C, you were ready for Outcome D.

Casting of lots, such as runes or tarot cards take the possibilities of the different combinations into consideration to predict a probable future. Ranking a set of possibilities and making a supposition of events to follow. Setting the odds in a manner of speaking. Think those theories went out when ‘civilization’ took over, or they only belong to the occult? Think again. Entire cities are formed by weighing the outcomes and stacking the odds in favor of the house. Every table game, slot machine, and sports book rating in Las Vegas or Atlantic City is a form of ranking the set of possibilities. And let’s not even think about the stock market or insurance industries. Their entire existence is weighing the options and betting against you.

Luck and science combine to provide a (hopefully) favorable outcome. But have you ever just known something? Read a headline, and just know how the events are going to play out in the future, look at someone and just know who they are? Call it instinct or intuition, I think most of us have some amount of spontaneous divination. Things you’re just sure of. You can’t explain why; it just is.

Now, given the fact that there’s a fair amount of science involved with divination, do I think someone can tell my future by reading my tea leaves or from a deck of cards? I don’t know, but I’m not about to tempt fate and find out.

I’m quite happy to remain clueless and just enjoy the ride.

~xxx~