The CD release party for Incorrigible & Intimate is right around the corner! Start the year off with a bang on January 16th at 8pm in Grumpy’s Bar Downtown. There, you will have the chance to:
Take in a show of poetic burlesquey proportions! Melora Moxie, Sarah Holiday, Da Black Pearll, Paul Canada and Me!
Meet the artist (Me)
Pick up a copy of the album ($10 cash or credit, free magnet of the album cover with every album purchased. If you already bought it online, just show me the album playlist on your device and you’ll get a free magnet too!)
Stickers.. because… stickers!
Here are the event links if you want to stay informed of new developments, maps and other stuff!
So last week in her Kiss Me Quick Podcast, Rose Caraway, before playing a cut from my album “Incorrigible & Intimate” (still squeeing about that.. very butchly of course) made mention that I am publishing an e-book anthology of my work. Well… It’s done! You can purchase it by following this link:
At Smashwords.com. From there you can download it in nearly any format you require, including Kindle.
Included in the anthology are a couple of pieces you may have read here on my blog, but also a bunch of new pieces I haven’t yet published anywhere. This isn’t the lips barely brushing, girls cumming after one stroke kind of lesbian erotica either. These are stories about faces buried in juices, strap on sex, spanking, light bondage, pegging and in one story, I even threw in a bottom male for variety. Then there is the title piece that comes with bonus extra pics from the cover shoot. This is the wildness of queer ladies’ sex in short story format, all for you.
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!
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,
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
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.
I wish you had just one more change of mind, one more chapter.
I have written a piece about my experience with the Book of Face lately. Instead of targeting people who harass and intimidate others, regardless of the name they are using, they are shutting down profiles with “not real sounding” names if they can’t prove that’s their legal name. There are many reasons one would not want their legal name on the internet, psychologists with clients, people who have been stalked and harassed either in real life or online, performers, and trans people who haven’t been able to complete the process of changing their name yet. All have legitimate reasons for not wanting their legal name on the internet on a platform like Face Book with a less than stellar privacy record. Yet instead of owning their limitations, or even requiring a name on file that isn’t exposed to the public and letting people choose their public names, they are moving forward with closing accounts. I personally know or have met in real life, 9/10th of the people on my friends list, I have had my account for 5 years with no problems. I have paid to advertise my fan page, so I have participated in their economy. Yet I sit and wait to see whether that will all be erased by a key stroke over a flawed policy.
Posted to my personal page, September 21, 2014
Every time I search one of your names on G+ and come up empty I’m sad. I feel like I’m losing a kind of extended family. I’m only here because of all of you. FB really offers nothing that I can’t find anywhere else except for all of you. But even though I’ve spent so long getting to know all of you and sharing myself, FB doesn’t believe I legitimately exist. I feel hunted and afraid. FB has made me feel hunted and afraid. Some entitled asshole with high minded ideals of how safety *should* work can’t erase the fact that the first thing you tell a kid when they go online is that you don’t tell people your name. For their safety, to protect them. There is a reason that “outing” people is condemned in GLBT and other communities. It’s because people in marginalized groups know that no one can know better the circumstances of a person’s life and what they’ll have to deal with if they were out. They may be threatened, lose jobs, lose family. It is no one’s decision but the individual’s whether to tell others what they are all about.
I’m Fox in RL and online more than not. I’ve published, recorded and performed as Fox Smoulder for the last 13 years.
… You know what? FB has become just another abuser telling people they are crazy when they take legitimate steps to ensure their safety. FB has become just another bully telling people they can never choose their own identity or who they want to be in the world. And you know what they’ll say if I’m harassed and stalked online or in RL? Like any abuser they’ll say “well you shouldn’t have put yourself out there online.”
So yes. I’m gathering my things and trying to connect with you all elsewhere. You all are the reason I’m here and only a little everywhere else. I will be moving what community I’ve built here that I can to G+. Anyone who is over there circle me or whatever they call it.. And I’ll keep playing with people on Tumblr and Twitter. Pinning on Pinterest, blogging on WordPress and Livejournal and MySpace (sometimes) and I’m up in the air about Instagram, and my Fb fanpage. Because supporting in any way this kind of abuse even for a few cool filters or the ability to let you all know when my next show is, really rubs my fur the wrong way.
I do not take kindly to being threatened.
Some say the policy is as it is, deal with it. But the tech business has always had to change and shift as people begin to use products in unforeseen ways. Phones got microscopic, now they’re big again. Companies didn’t persist in only offering tiny phones when they found that people wanted different features. They even bought out contracts to get people into bigger phones sooner. That’s just good business when things change.
Like businesses, ideas have to change to successfully work when things change around them. The Book Face considering legal names as the only acceptable “real names” is a shit policy that needs to be rewritten. Why persist in offering a flawed product? Until the policy changes, real harassers and bullies will carry on, business as usual, but now with the explicit blessing of the platform itself, as long as the bullies use a “real sounding name”. Having a real sounding name or even their legal name, does not make hurtful people less assholes. These are people for whom accountability means nothing anyway. Not to mention that if Face began requiring a copy of an ID to open an account, no one would have ever signed up in the first place. People build community in unpredictable ways, sometimes with usernames, but that makes it no less legitimate. It just makes it harder for people with ill intent to find people’s street addresses. My bank needs my legal name, and that’s about it. Accepting accountability is not in a name, it is in the person and his/her actions.
Whenever self interested ideologues get power they seem to stop caring that their high minded ideals don’t work like they want them to in the real world, with real people. They start trying to force the world to fit their idea instead of adjusting their ideas to fit the rest of us. I speak as an artist. Artists are always among the first they come for. Maybe it’s because artists are often the ones that remind them of the human element, which they consider a flaw in humanity, rather than a flaw in their ideal plan to account for humanity. But it is a mistake to think people will participate in any community in which they do not feel safe.
A mistake that has yet to be fixed.
Interested in how I came to be known as Fox? What’s the big deal about a name anyway? Read here: What’s in a Name?