Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Tantalizing Tuesday Teaser for January 5, 2016

Happy Tuesday, Molly Monsters! It’s been a while for me.  Very, very busy but I’m excited to restart a little tradition.  What tradition?  Well, it’s TantalizingTuesday, and it’s some of the most fun you can have on the internet.  A group of writers get together every Tuesday.  We each pick our own picture and then, we write exactly two hundred words.  That’s it. Two hundred words.  I think you’ll find that the wonderful authors I’m privileged to know pack a pretty damned big punch in those two hundred words. Okay.  Mine is right below but don’t even think about reading mine without also clicking to read the rest!

Happy Birthday

Fucking heels.What the hell?  Slutty heels count as a present?  Why not just buy me a goddam vacuum or a new dishwasher?  Fuck me pumps?  That’s really it? Really?  How about season tickets to the Cowboys? I have a pretty good idea who’d be in the other seat.  Hunting license? All expenses paid trip to fish along the Colorado? All sorts of things any woman would want. Fucking heels to make my legs seem longer and to accentuate my ass for anyone who wants a look at it. Oh yeah, that’s romantic as hell. Perfect gift. Jesus. Jesus Christ.  Why not give me a subscription to Maxim?  Why not take me to a strip club so I can put on a goddam show, get a lap dance with some brilliant girl named Candy who’s really intellectual even with her boobs bouncing around?   Why not get me one of those racecar adventures where I go from zero to sixty in three seconds and even get strapped to the seat like a professional?  Fuck the flowers.  How about some cheese curls and a six pack?

On the other hand...

Those heels look pretty sexy, now that I think about it.

There it is, Molly Monsters!  Be sure to check out the teases from all of the other great writers! I know you’ll love them.  You can find them on the TantalizingTuesday blog! Until next time, grab life by the balls because you never know what might cum of it!

Thursday, August 20, 2015

An Interview with Grinelda Markowitz

Molly Monsters!  I have a real treat for you today if you’re like me and a closet geek!  If you’ve always thought Lord of the Rings would be just a bit better if Aragorn had bent Arwyn over there in the forest and gone to town…  If you’ve always thought Princess Leia should have given Han a blowjob while he navigated the Millennium Falcon… If you’ve always wanted to see Red Sonja bouncing up and down on Conan’s…

Okay, you get the picture.

I love fantasy and science fiction, and you already know I love erotica.  Today, I get to introduce you to Grinelda Markowitz, who blends speculative fiction with erotic content in wonderful ways.  Get to know this author.  I’m so glad I did!

Okay, Grinelda, I always start off with the good stuff, so what is your favorite position?

I let the circumstances and location determine that.

That’s a fair enough answer, and since in your fiction the circumstance and location can be very exotic I imagine positioning can be crazy. Natural or shaved?

Au naturel, of course.

What made you get into erotica?

I've always enjoyed a well-written steamy novel. So I write to my own specific tastes.

How’s it going for you?

It goes well. I'm frustrated by having to fill a day job, so finding time to write is more than a bit of a challenge. I enjoy networking and meeting other authors. Most of all, I love being able to take each day as it comes and make it count.

Obviously you don’t have experience in far off worlds but how much of what you write is from experience?

I like to temper my writing with scenarios and such from my experience. So, let's say I sprinkle on the experience rather liberally.

Are there things your characters do that you wouldn’t?


Come on.  Be a little more specific.  Okay, are there things you do that your characters wouldn’t?


Look at you playing your cards close to the vest!  I suppose that’s fair.  After all, your writing speaks for itself. Tell us about your current project.  What inspired it?  How have you been writing it?  What keeps you motivated?

Actually, I'm writing something rather vanilla right now. I set myself the task to finish something, so this is it. I have other books that I dash in and dump a few things on, but my current book under another moniker is the primary focus for now. But, I do get flashes of vision for book two of The Moon-kissed Chi and some of the other erotic things I have going on out there. I commit them to paper as soon as I'm able. The joy, frustrations and surprises that come with writing keep me motivated.

I’ve interviewed a great many erotica authors, and even though I’ve interviewed a number of paranormal authors, this may be the first time I’ve had a chance to talk to a writer who has combined science fiction and fantasy with erotica.  How did you approach developing the lush world you’ve created while maintaining the sexual tension and sexuality?

Well, I grew up on classic sci-fi. A lot of the earlier stuff was really rather erotic in its way. That's how I moved on to include erotica in my reading preferences. This world in particular, is very erotic in that the sex drive is magnified in intensity by the chi which permeates the environment of Kalaydan.

How do you integrate the fantastic setting with the heat?

I write it as it comes. I chafe sometimes at the social restrictions that writers of erotica have to respect. If I can get around the, however and write what I want, I do.

I love that attitude.  In a strange way, erotica writers sometimes seem to have more hang ups than others.  As far as writing style, what’s more important to you in erotica, the characterization or the plot?

Both. Strong character development as well as a cohesive and well-written storyline are integral to any good story. The erotica is just the window dressing.

Fair enough. I get a lot of flak because I tend to believe that porn and erotica are two sides of the same coin.  What are your thoughts?

I think porn can be applied more broadly to various topics. Ever heard of food porn? Erotica itself suggests the sexual specifically. I think the definition of porn that I've included below highlights my point very well:

“... television programs, magazine, books, etc. that are regarded as emphasizing the sensuous or sensational aspects of a nonsexual subject and stimulating a compulsive interest in their audience.”

That is the very first time someone has answered that question in that manner.  Great answer and a very interesting perspective. Have you read much classic erotica, like Anais Nin or earlier? Maybe we should talk about the Slave Girls of Gor by John Norman.

I've read a number of things from earlier on. I used to raid my parents' book stash while they were gone. The Happy Hooker is another series I remember well. That really crosses over to the area of porn quite well.

Ah… the Happy Hooker was one of the first books I stole from my parents to read under my cover late at night with a flashlight! What do you think about the future of erotica?

As long as sex and the sexual are an integral part of the human condition, I think it will always have a place though it may manifest itself in new and creative ways.

What’s upcoming for you?

I'm looking forward getting further on with my other writing. I'm looking at making a career change in the near future which should make that possible. Starting next year, I hope to start attending various promotional conventions for writers.

Okay, Molly Monsters!  You can follow Grinelda Markowitz on Twitter.  You can also see Grinelda Markowitz onFacebook.  Don’t you dare miss out, either!  Buy Grinelda Markowitz’sbooks on Amazon!

Here’s some information of her newest release.  If you’d like to read some reviews of The Moon-Kissed Chi, visit TJ’s Virtual BookTours.

About Grinelda

Grinelda Markowitz writes erotic fiction across multiple genres. She resides in a galaxy far, far away with a trusty pen, a never-ending supply of paper and a fertile imagination. The Moon-Kissed Chi, her first e-published book in the genre of erotic fiction, is available on Amazon and Smashwords.

For a bit of recreation she enjoys clay work and attending symphony. She meets up with friends when able to sync with their schedules and she maintains a fairly active virtual life. Eating out is a passion for her, always being glad to find a new restaurant which warrants a return visit.

Cliché as it is, she used to work at a bookstore part time. Finally, she also maintains a full-time bread-and-butter job as well. Embarking on a serious approach to writing rather than the hit-and-miss efforts of previous years has provided a welcome focal point in her daily existence.

About The Moon-Kissed Chi

In the city of Kalaydan, Arrinay and Bezhyanya, the senior members of the ruling family, are faced with the early maturation of their daughter, Gayadnae. She must start the training. It’s Kalaydan law. Their daughter has other ideas. After concocting a plan to avoid responsibility and almost succeeding in carrying it out, Gayadnae’s life takes an unexpected turn.

Grayt, the ever-present serving woman to Arrinay, fills many roles and has her fingers in a number of pies. There’s definitely more to her than is apparent on the surface. Along with coordinating activities in the Main House, keeping the young mistress in line, and talking to horses, Grayt has a more secret agenda with a graver responsibilities.

A hint of trouble on the horizon and other darker activities weave their way through the backdrop of this delightful tale which takes place in the city of Kalaydan.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Erotica and Shame

Why am I ashamed that I inspire readers to masturbate?
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I don’t know why I haven’t written a post about this subject before. I’ve certainly vocalized it a great deal with those of my friends aware of my erotic alter-ego. I’ve typed similar thoughts in various chats and comment strings. Why I haven’t made a mini-treatise on it is beyond me. I think it’s an obvious and important issue when it comes to erotica, and I think I even owe you all an apology for never addressing it before.


That’s it.


I know it seems kind of weird to read that word on my blog given that I regularly string words together like, “When the mushroom head of that damned monster of a cock pressed against my lips I got a sudden vision of all the porn videos of fresh-outta-high-school girls gagging and drooling as impossibly endowed men forced way too much dick into throats accustomed to breathing regularly and not choking.”  Still, I think shame drives a great deal of the discussion and the culture of erotica.

Just think about how many authors try desperately to be accepted as “real” authors.  It’s silly when you think about it.  Stephen King, one of the most accomplished authors of the last forty years, won an award for literary achievement and a great many literary people freaked out about it.  He showed class and in a masterful speech told everyone in the audience who felt that way to go to hell but told them that in a way that had them packing their bags and anticipating the trip.  Do you think King has ever felt shame because he writes horror? (That’s not all he writes but he’s definitely known primarily as a horror writer.) 

Why is it that we feel ashamed of our subject matter when others don’t?  I feel it sometimes. I won’t lie about that.  When I do, though, I smack myself for my egotistical and elitist attitude. There’s nothing wrong with sex.  If I pour my heart into a story (like I did with Robbie’s Starlets) and a reader doesn’t catch on to the main character’s conflicted inner struggles but instead masturbates furiously to the sexual elements, why in the hell should I feel bad about that?  I just helped someone achieve orgasm, and orgasms are good! 

Would a horror writer feel ashamed that he gave a reader chills?

Would a thriller writer feel ashamed that she got someone’s heart racing?

Would a mystery writer feel ashamed that he made someone curious of the guilty party?

Would a teen-fiction writer feel ashamed that she strummed adolescent strings for the expected response?

Would a woman’s fiction writer feel ashamed that he omitted to make the book appeal to men?

But we do.

We do feel shame.

Sometimes that shame is exemplified in almost violently abrasive arguments about the nature of erotica.  I’ve lost erotica writing friends because I believe porn and erotica are the same exact thing, just tailored to different audiences.  Why is that so taboo?  Simple. Even people who like porn think it’s dirty and without literary merit. How dare I compare something so much better than that to something that has no merit?

How the hell can we award Stephen King an award for his contribution to American Letters?

I’ll tell you something. We don’t need legitimacy.  We already have it. We need to stop fighting for it. It only reveals our shame.  Something in us refuses to let go of a simple idea. 

Maybe everybody’s right.

Maybe everybody’s right—maybe what I write has no value. Maybe I couldn’t make it in another (better) genre. Maybe I’m not really a writer.

I don’t believe any of that but I still feel it sometimes.  I feel it on a regular basis. Its part and parcel of writing in a genre that is gaining acceptance but isn’t there yet.  I’m in good company, too.  How many times did Shakespeare face demons inside of him telling him everyone was right and that his plays had no literary merit but were only appropriate for the most vulgar audiences?  How many times did Picasso wonder if everyone was right and he invented cubism because he couldn’t make it otherwise? How many times?

The shame still creeps into my mind despite the fact that I’ve received communications from dozens of readers who attribute positive changes in their marriages to my writing.  One woman said she and her husband fought regularly about sex (or a lack thereof) and my writing increased the frequency and the quality so their relationship was no longer at risk but far stronger.

But I still feel the shame.  What the hell?

Can I say that I’m proud of every fuck, cock, cunt, snatch, pussy, dick, cum, and little virgin asshole appearing in something I’ve written?  I feel that way but even typing that sentence gave me a horrible and uneasy twinge of phantom shame.

Get over it, Molly!

Get over it, everyone.