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Shows and Cons – and Podcasts!

Last weekend, there was this:

SHUCK ME! SHUCK ME HARD! SHCK ME NOW!
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At Hot Dish

and this:

At Grumpy’S Minneapolis 10-4-14

At Grumpy’s Minneapolis with Joe Lyon’s Carnival of Souls

It was a pretty awesome weekend!

But now… NOW…  this weekend is shaping up to be EPIC!

Currently I am in Seattle rocking the BurlyCon scene! I’ll be retuning a much more glittery and  educated Fox!

But!

At the same time I am here… (building suspense) >>>>>>>>

My work is in a podcast!

Not just any podcast either, but the Kiss Me Quick’s, Erotic Stories, podcast with Rose Caraway!  She has included a track from my new album in her latest offering!

CLICK FOR KISS ME QUICK!

Kiss Me Quick by Rose Caraway with Fox Smoulder and Raziel Moore
Kiss Me Quick by Rose Caraway with Fox Smoulder and Raziel Moore

 

Rose regularly treats her Lurid Listeners to a sexy story read on her podcast and in this episode, because she likes my work, she has included “What Do You Like?” from Incorrigible & Intimate! She is quite the curator of lurid tales and I am so happy to be a part of it!

(Eeeeeee!)

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Damn it Mr. Williams

Fox at Kieren's Erotica Slam 2014 Photo credit: Allison Broeren
Fox at Kieren’s Erotica Slam 2014 Photo credit: Allison Broeren

Well, I’ve never broken down in tears on stage, but this one hit me hard right in the middle.This is a departure from my usual work, but, it’s something that I think needs to be said.  I said sometimes it seems like having the soul of a poet is like having an open wound.  I just feel things, very deep, so deep that when I try to shake it, it rattles around, but won’t get out of my head until I write it or perform it…and even then.. it isn’t always exorcised.

 

 

Damn it Mr. Williams

 

Damn it Mr. Williams

 

Why the fuck.

 

Why don’t we cry for a person

When they’re still alive?

Why when they’re hurt,

Can’t we do more than make a face

and say ‘I sympathize’

 

 

Why doesn’t another person’s pain touch us until they’re gone?

 

Why can’t take away another person’s pain at all?

 

And why are people with such a depth of empathy, the tenderest caring souls who let the world truly touch them,

treated as though they’ve lost their minds,

Even before they lose their minds.

 

The end of life is death,

and death should make the story arc complete,

but sometimes,

it doesn’t.

it feels as if when a person commits suicide their lives become a book with the last chapters torn out.

 

Damn it Mr. Williams, Damn it Ms. Monroe,

Damn it Hemmingway and Mr. Conaway and Gray

and Thompson, Plath, Hutchence, and Woolfe and Cobain

And Van Gogh

And everyone who ever killed themselves,

because, there was more story

 

And Damn it Justin

And Damn it my cousin

And Damn it my friend in high school

 

And I can’t judge

 

Damn it Me

 

I considered it too, so many times,

Stood right at the edge and looked down,

It looks so easy on TV

 

But it’s not

It’s hard to override the body’s overwhelming need to self preserve

When a person truncates their own fate, it has taken every last part of them to fight for that break.

 

I’ve driven blind,

and sped through bottles of pills,

 

never really attempting

still challenging death to take me

but I’m not hers yet.

 

I took the fear and the queasy chest

The endorphin high of pushing too far too fast as evidence that even though death was standing so very near,

That the fear was in some way,

a desire to live.

 

When you’re dead, you can’t change anyone’s mind anymore

And you can’t change you’re own ever again either.

 

If the one constant of existence is change

Even when the possibility of change doesn’t matter to me anymore,

I know objectively that will change too

 

Some suicides are selfish,

they don’t think about anyone else’s harm

 

But some care too much

Because an open heart

can be an open vein gushing empathy and love

 

The church has it wrong

these will be saints too

Because saints, are people who give everything

Giving so much, but not knowing how to accept the same gifts in return

Is suffering

 

Damn it Mr. Williams,

Damn it Robin, can I call you Robin?

and damn them whoever they are

The people or molecules in your brain, who pushed you to break and not bend.

Damn it

I wish you had just one more change of mind, one more chapter.

 

You were author to a book,

No one but the writer wanted to end.

 

 

 

My Nerdy Girl

Just a little something silly… 🙂
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Courtesy of Bad Grrrl Productions

My Nerdy Girl

She’s got a STEM degree and she’s got her eye on me like I’m new biology

We’ve got chemistry

But it’s her mind for numbers and theory

that make my heart race,

When we’re near,
she whispers postulates in my ear

In any angle my base is hers
Whenever she’s geometrically inclined
She’s my hypotenuse

We can’t lose

She has blinded me with science

Continue reading My Nerdy Girl

SQUEE! My first review!

My first review is in!

“Fox Smoulder’s work also messes around with gender expectation, allowing people to be whomever they want to be. In the aural photographs taken by Fox Smoulder, there are no stereotypes, but rather people with tastes as varied as the human race, all of whom are welcome and free to interact in ways that make each other happy.”

Fox Smouder on Rhymes Self Expression and a New Genre of Erotica

Buy it here:

Incorrigible & Intimate on iTunes

Incorrigible & Intimate on Amazon

And on Cdbaby.com

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Incorrigible & Intimate, IS FINALLY HERE!

CD cover

You’ve asked, so I know you want it… WELL IT’S HERE! As of midnight my album Incorrigible & Intimate is available for download on Amazon and iTunes! I’m still working on physical distribution, but if you see me out and about, just ask. I have a few shows coming up where I’ll be available, most notably the Fierce Queer Burlesque Fest in Madison, WI this weekend and Top Drawer here in Minneapolis on August 15-17th. Check my Facebook page or previous posts here for the links! I’m so excited!

 

 

Free Wallpapers for your phone and desktop

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CDs and merch in hand, the party planning has begun for my album release! Though it’s going to be available before the release because I have two festivals coming up! The official release day when it’ll be available will be when I’m at the Fierce Queer Festival in Madison, WI on July 25th.

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http://www.fiercequeerburlesque.com/fierce/

This will be the same day it will become available online at CDBaby.com, Amazon and iTunes too!

Your next opportunity to see me is at Top Drawer Burlesque Fest here in Minneapolis on August 15-17th!

Top Drawer

Somewhere before or after these will be a party just so we can Fox around! So stay tuned!

Now on to the free stuff. I’ve put together a desktop wallpaper and a couple of phone wallpapers for you to download. I’m not good with photoshop, but I think I have them sized right for the different screens. You should e able to right click on the image and DL the linked file. If this doesn’t work, let me know in the comments, I’ll try to fix it. 🙂

Fox Smoulder Desktop Wallpaper 800X600
The cover art from the front of the CD case
The cover art from the front of the CD case
CD Back cover phone wallpaper
Fox Smoulder Desktop Wallpaper 800X600
Fox Smoulder Desktop Wallpaper 800X600

Continue reading Free Wallpapers for your phone and desktop

Foxings: What am I doing without my shirt at a book store?

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Last Wednesday I was invited by MP Johnson to perform at the launch for his new title: Dungeons and Drag Queens. It was a lot of fun, and I have to say, after hearing him read the first three chapters, I’m looking forward to reading the rest! It’s available on Amazon, though they still had a few copies at the hosting bookstore, Common Good Books, if you want to check it out.

I thank him for generously inviting me to perform at his launch. The temptation to simply take the opportunity to strip and frolic in the stacks was overwhelming, but I managed to keep myself under control, and just take off my shirt. 😉 It was interesting doing what I do at a book store though and it got me thinking.

I love sharing my poetry aloud to a crowd, (free rhymes included with every post btw), even though sometimes sharing my poetry makes me feel more exposed and vulnerable than taking my top off. In my poems I’m sharing a part of me that is definitely deeper than my skin, and there is a power within a voice. That’s why I think even when we read silently we still sometimes hear the words inside our minds spoken in a familiar voice.

Continue reading Foxings: What am I doing without my shirt at a book store?

Distraction

Poetry album teaser
Poetry album teaser

A little NSFW BDSM ditty from my upcoming album. You may have seen me perform this at Farrago’s or Kieran’s…

Distraction

You disrupt me
Corrupt me

Come closer and say my name

It’s just a few pieces of leather,
And metal rings.

It’s just a belt,

But you wear it confidently
Cos you know what it does to me

You tip the balance of my desire
So I can’t hide it anymore

Let me lean against you
and feel muscles tired and sore
Your hands shaking me to my core

It’s just a figure 8 of leather
Looped over through those rings, and then again

But then you take my arms behind my back,
And slip it over my wrists
And you feel me tremble and nip my neck

Pain and pleasure mingling
Into bliss

And your kiss,
Shattering my soul

You know what it takes to make me give up
To give in
And that’s the force as you apply as you slide the leather tight

Hands bound behind straightening my spine
better than any corset or bind.
Because my chest is still uncovered for you to take your pleasure
in my exquisite pain

My distraction
Gaining traction
In my mind and dreams

We seem,
To share the same design –

Bind me to your bed,
Bind me in my mind
Blind me to your ways and
Show me what it is to be

Painfully… kind

Thrill me
As you do what you will with me,
Take me with only your voice
You give me no choice
As you slip inside

And dripping candle wax

Rhapsodic
Your eyes glittering in the shifting light

As the flame trickles down my body
Leaving patterns on my flesh

That I will secret away for days

Your ways
Will never become routine
For now
In this scene
You make me scream

.
.
.

You disrupted me
Corrupted me
When you came close

When you said my name

Every Girl Should Have a Poem

Courtesy of Allison Broeren
Courtesy of Allison Broeren

 

Every girl should have a poem

or a song,

to know she’s touched a heart so deep

 

She dances through my words,

spinning sideways into phrases that aren’t even hers as I sleep

I can’t leave her behind.

I look everywhere and find her eyes.

I change the color of hair, scent, style,

She still finds a way in.

Slimming between paragraphs

she telegraphs

a twitch of a lip

or a finger slip down my page.

In time

I may forget her,

regret her

but for now

I let her

write herself through me

Because,

Every girl should have a poem.