Who’d be up for that?
Those who dared:
Kayla on tasting ‘a note in the… Marcus Roche on maybe it’s me, but… ouaqquwcgk on my confession dkmhwgijnw on random awesomeness Kris on maybe it’s me, but… 
a question for you
Posted in ayano yamane, me, yaoi, yaoicon
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insomnia makes everything weird: take two
Remember how I said that everything goes topsy turvy like in the House of Kris when insomnia reigns??
Well, the other day I watched this on telly:
And the Daddy was actually there:
ETA: This isn’t actually my dad, you perves.
Yeah.
You have to admit that’s a little fucking weird.
Again.
But kinda cool. 🙂
Posted in glbtq, me, sydney mardi gras, the daddy, weird
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couples that make you go ‘ungh’
Katiebabs chook found this one. My little grasshopper is all growed up to be a perve. *sniffle*
Remember how I got bored and made up some random shit there was a competition for the hero that made you go ‘ungh’* (*for a definition go here) and the Steamy McSteamiest of Heroes, Nate ‘the PA’ Hawkins won??
Well, at the time there was some whinging because ‘but it’s usually the heat between the two main characters that we like the most’. Blah, blah, bitch, moan.
Anyways, I promised I would do another vote for the unghiest m/m couple so now it’s your turn to nominate your faves – ONLY ONE COUPLE PER COMMENTOR OR I WILL START HITTING PEOPLE. I KID YOU NOT. – as well as their story.
Nominations will close at 5pm Wednesday my time and then I’ll do the votey widget thing again.
For something a little different, why don’t you also tell us the scene that most floats your boat with your guys in it.
Let’s see how much heat we can generate. 😉
Posted in i'm bored, m/m, the 'ungh' competition
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dear author
Dear Stalkee Author
I swear to fucking God that, if you don’t update your site like I’ve been telling you too politely suggesting you do, it won’t be pet rabbits in stew pots for you, but something even nastier; that is, the Mumma.
Never forget I know where you live.
Yours sincerely,
Your favourite stalker.
PS – Maybe if you stopped bloody tweeting for 1/2 hour you’d have time to actually prepare a post?!
Posted in dear author, mumma, sean kennedy
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tasting ‘catch me if you can’*
*or “Geezus, this comes around damned quickly.”
The Blurb:
Lowly art gallery assistant Caesar Romano is freely out of the closet. Now he’d just like to get out of his Nana’s guest room. Everything—his reputation and his financial freedom—is riding on the success of tonight’s gallery opening. If only he could shake free of the past so easily.
A mysterious gatecrasher, Dan Green, looks like a promising addition to his pending new life—until Caesar’s ex shows up and suddenly the opening disintegrates into a half-naked dance melee. When the glitter settles, a missing sculpture of Justin Timberlake has Caesar up to his eyebrows in extortion, intrigue and a wild sexual adventure underneath, inside, and on top of a variety of furnishings.
As the cast of suspects piles up, so do the questions. Like who’s really blackmailing whom? And what does a stolen paint-by-numbers clown matter when Dan is so outrageously capable of blowing Caesar’s resistance to smithereens?
Why I bought it:
I would tell you how I got this, but then I’d have to kill you. Instead, I shall just revel in the fact that I’ve read it before all of you. *neener, neener, neener*
Dislike/like (ending on a high note):
Dislike~ More of a warning~ To all the smutty readers out there, please note that any sex between the main characters doesn’t actually happen from page one. *gasp* I know. Shocking especially considering the author in question. When it does happen though… Bam! Seriously hawt. Also, I think the pace of the story is such that most people won’t even notice the sex scenes happen mainly in the second half of the book. Time will fly.
Like~ I’m a fan of a fast paced plot. This is even more the case when it’s a mystery and there’s some sort of deadline involved. Tension, action and conflict make Kris a happy reader. *g* Catch Me If You Can had all of these elements, including more red herrings than you can poke a stick at. Some people may feel that there were actually too many, but I loved it. I’m one of those annoying as hell people who quickly work out ‘whodunnit’ so anything that’s going to keep me guessing for as long as possible I will seriously fall in like with.
Dislike~ More of a niggle~ It wasn’t until I came to write this mini-review that I realised I would have liked to have found out more about the main characters, especially Dan. Having said that, the story is told in the first person from the point of view of Caesar therefore the focus is necessarily on him. In addition, it is the first book in/introduction to a series and I’m certain readers will come to learn more about the protags as it progresses. So, in the scheme of things, this is not really a big issue imho.
Like~ Catch Me If you Can has an appealling not to mention completely wacky cast of characters. The least of which is Caesar himself, who was completely adorable if somewhat clueless at times. It is written with this author’s trade mark wit and humour, and will have you giggle-snorting. I mean, really, a Justin Timberlake sculpture using swatch watches?? I’m pretty sure that LB is one of the few who could come up with quirky stuff like this and make it work.
So, what I think: A great read. A must for all fans of this author and for those interested in some unapologetic, mystery-type fun. I’m looking forward to reading more about Caesar and Dan. *g*
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‘Tasting’ is my version of a mini-review where I talk a (very) little about what I liked and disliked about a book as well as who I think the story will appeal to. Oh, and I’ve added a bit about why I picked up the book in the first place – sometimes this can be interesting to know.
Posted in anesthezea, contemporary, L B Gregg, m/m, m/m romance challenge 2010, mystery, tasting
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things that make you go O_o
Have any of you, who actually read the genre that is, noticed how yaoi authors and artists always include their blood type in their bios:
from Sweet Admiration
Besides the fact that the random bits about themselves are a little odd – trust me; I’m an expert on this -, what the fuck is up with telling people that??
Do you think it’s like secret personal ads for vampires?
O_O
Maybe they’re preparing for the big supernatural reveal in 2012?!
Hmpf to you lot!
Posted in 2012, paranormal, things that make you go O_o, yaoi
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encounters with my baby brother: 5
Being a sharing and caring kind of gal, I offered my baby brother up as a virtual sibling to the smutty Cecile (aka SMUTT08).
Not in this instance anyway because, luckily, he was pretty amused by the whole concept. Well, he was until I asked SMUTT08’s question:
First question: A threesome. Two men, one woman. Does a guy think about the other guy at all, like the slightest or is all their attentions devoted only to the woman??
He was a wee bit embarrassed at first, but then got into trying to describe the experience… which is when the tables turned and I listened very nonchalantly with my jaw dropped to my BB’s past sexual activities. Oy.
The answer: In his experience *O_O* the answer is yes and no. Yes, he thought about the other guy but it was not sexual – and, yep, I asked him about accidental touches too – it was more about direction. That is, each guy took the lead in guiding and encouraging the play with the girl being the focus.
I also got told about his threesome experiences with two girls, which was another matter all together.
The things you learn.
Oy.
Again.
Posted in cecile, encounters, my brother, probably tmi
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a serious kris ramble: you’ve been warned
It’s no news that insomnia, ill health and my escalating depression have been kicking my butt for a while now. When it gets particularly bad as it has in the last couple of weeks – and this isn’t a shout out for sympathy; seriously, I feel sorry for myself enough as it is so I definitely don’t need or want it from you guys – I tend to live even more than usual in my head. That is, I rarely read or watch tv, I don’t want to go out, and I don’t want any contact with people. Instead, I sit, I daydream and I think. Not a good thing I know, but that’s my reality sometimes.
Anyways, this is me needing to articulate the stuff in my head. To just get it out. It may be like preaching to converted. It may or may not be new to anyone. It may or may not cause offense. Regardless, I need to say it so feel free to deal or not. The choice is yours.
A very nice segue; even if I do say so myself, to what I want to talk about, which is the matter of choice.
One of the main things that has been going around and around in my head has to do with issues facing GLBT people. Some of this has stemmed from thinking about topics raised in Queer As Folk as well as ongoing discussions about gay rights and marriage, the debate about the US military’s ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy and now Uganda’s controversial anti-homosexuality legislation.
Setting aside the scientific studies and interpretations of religious texts, it seems to me the ultra conservatives who campaign against homosexuality appear to have this underlying belief that sexuality is a lifestyle choice.
A lifestyle choice? Geezus.
This reminded me of a story my father relayed to me a couple of years ago. He told me about a dinner he had attended where people were discussing the government assistance – financial and otherwise – received by Indigenous people here in Australia. This is a pretty sensitive topic and there are always those who resent the amount of support given to Indigenous Australians. My father recalled how he got increasingly frustrated by the conversation until at one point he just snapped “If you really think they’re so lucky let me ask you this – would you choose to be Aboriginal then? Would you choose to be in their place?”
I don’t remember an occasion when I’ve ever been more fucking proud of my father in my life.
I think the questions he asked relate to the fundamental truths of us as individual human beings; the truths which we do not necessarily have a choice about. I’m not saying that we cannot learn, change and adapt our attitudes and opinions, etc. What I am saying is that there is an integral core to all of us which makes us not only who we are, but what we are – whether we like it or not.
This, to me, includes sexuality. Therefore to attempt to make the argument homosexuality is only a lifestyle choice is just so… illogical.
Taking a page out of my father’s book let me ask: Why would anyone choose to be discriminated against for being who they are? Why would anyone choose to be subject to hate, intolerance and violence? Why would anyone choose to risk their lives or jail time by practicing a sexual act that is against the law? Why would anyone choose to enter into a relationship that may never be recognised by the law of the land to which they are born and loyal too? Why would anyone choose to go through the possible heartbreak of loosing a child because the union that created it is considered unlawful?
Honestly, would you choose to be homosexual if this was part of the ‘lifestyle’ that you had to look forward to? I’m not sure I would, even knowing there are obviously many positives too.
The only choice that I believe exists here is to either accept who and what you are, or not.
That, I think, is an unbelievably brave and honest thing to do. Those people who do accept themselves deserve our deepest admiration and respect for they have done what many of us are still unable to – be true to the core of ourselves.
What right does anyone else have to question or ask them to deny that?
Posted in glbtq, me, serious randomness, serious shit
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the w spot
In late January the wonderful bloggess Erotic Horizon wrote a terrific post about ‘her ladies’, whose ages range from 67 to 82 years and are a group with whom she has been visiting and reading a while.
Upon recently discovering (quite literally), EH’s m/m reading material the ladies promptly made her life hell.
The experience was vastly entertaining to read about – well, it was EH *g* – , although I’m sure it would have been very uncomfortable at the time.
I was fascinated by EH’s ladies’ reactions to reading m/m romance and particularly struck by one of the observations they made about a scene in Willa Okati’s And Call Me In The Morning as described in EH’s words:
When we got to this part – they promptly asked me why the wet spot would be such a big deal
This was how it was phrase – “I have slept in loads of wet spot before”.
and I wanted to die….
*gigglesnort*
A couple of things occurred to me after reading this:
1) EH’s ladies rock. 😀
2) I’m actually surprised that we don’t read about more wet spots in m/m, and
3) Maybe that’s why lately there have been so many sex scenes with cum getting licked, sipped, sucked.
What do you think?
Do you agree with EH’s ladies that the wet spot is no big deal? Perhaps you find it amusing that after what these two guys have done together they’re freaking about sleeping in a spot of cold spunk?
Do tell. 🙂
Posted in erotic horizon, m/m, probably tmi, willa okati
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Kris + Books = Good. *Sometimes*. 