a.k.a Petitebete. Office drone by day, amateur closeted erotica writer by night (hard to write in a closet let me tell you). Dabbler, dilettante, self-deprecator. Musings, rants, social commentary and the occasional flash of fictional semi-brilliance when the Muse smacks me upside the head. Under-promising and over-delivering since 1989. Canadian, in case the backdrop wasn't clear indication enough.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Yule Blessings
The sun returns! The light returns!
The earth begins to warm once more!
The time of darkness has passed,
and a path of light begins the new day.
Welcome, welcome, the heat of the sun,
blessing us all with its rays.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
The Age of Crass
Welcome Ladies, to the age of crass, where the gentle and subtle arts of seduction are regrettably and irretrievably lost. What passes for love notes these days are quickly dashed off and invariably explicit and misspelled text messages. Where proposing a first meeting over coffee has become code for casual sex. Where the hidden messages in a bouquet of flowers, the secret symbolism of posies and roses, is replaced with a blue jean pocketful of coloured and flavoured latex prophylactics whose not-so-subtle message is abundantly clear. An age where a sincere compliment to a woman’s beauty includes the phrase “junk in the trunk”.
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