Thursday, December 3, 2009


Think again. Rather than listen to corporate media hacks and deceitful politicians, or the politically correct friends and family of ignorant young Canadian soldiers, we might actually try listening to an Afghan for once, to hear what he or she thinks about foreign soldiers in their land.

But they must be glad of us there, right? Aren't Canadian troops there so Afghan girls can evade the Taliban and get an education? So runs the propaganda. But here what Malalai Joya, a courageous Afghan defender of women's rights has to say about the war. I heard her interviewed on CBC radio recently, and she cuts through all the bullshit like a razor.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009


I come out of the doldrums of blog inactivity to give you this priceless link. You've gotta read George Monbiot in his blog entry, The Urgent Threat to World Peace is . . . Canada. Fuckin' eh. He's absolutely right.

I think Canada is a disgrace. We are a rich country and have nothing better to offer this troubled world than to fuck it over with our damned tar sands oil and our vicious obstruction of environmental progress.

Who the hell do we think we are? And why do we let our ruling classes do whatever they like? God inspire us to exterminate their power over us. It's way past time.

Thursday, November 12, 2009


These are the number of deaths that occurred (civilian and military) as a result of WWII in some of the combatant countries:

USA 274,000
Great Britain 350,000
France 600,000

Italy 500,000
Japan 2,350,000
Germany 6,500,000

USSR 20,000,000 (this figure is almost twice as large as those above put together)

My source is the Worth Press Timechart History of World War II by David Gibbons. The Soviet figure is on the conservative end, compared to other sources I have seen. If I'm not mistaken, deaths in Poland were something like 6 million, and those in China much higher than that.

Thursday, October 22, 2009


This is Circlet Press's third erotic steampunk ebook, and it's now out! My story, "The Zeppelin Raider," is in it. This is a story about an inexperienced young lady and an armoured phallogyne who happens to be a Zeppelin captain.

LIKE A CORSET UNDONE includes the following stories:

The Pretty Horsebreaker by Peter Tupper

Adventures Underground by Carlanime Bligh

The Skydancer by R.E. Bond

Skyway Robbery by Angelia Sparrow and Naomi Brooks

The Tinker’s Lady by Jasmine Dale

The Zeppelin Raider by Roxy Katt

Submission by R. Blackett

The Coming Age by Angela Caperton

Check out the link above or this one here.

Friday, October 16, 2009


. . . especially when she's all tied up, like Jilly here.

Now a woman all tied up and struggling is not inherently any big deal erotically, as far as I'm concerned.

In order for such a situation to be hot I believe she ought to be someone too strong, proud, or smart to ordinarily find herself in a position of humiliating powerlessness or indignity.

And what could be stronger, prouder, and smarter than an equestrienne, a woman who controls who knows how many pounds of horse flesh between her sleekly jodhpured thighs? What a comedown it would be to be such a woman, but somehow blindfolded, gagged, and bound to a chair, knowing that the psychological armour of your tight jods, which marked you out as a sexy and superior being, can be instantly subverted by the casual popping of a couple of snaps, and the insolent hauling down of that terrifically strained zipper . . .

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


. . . he stuck his thing in her thing and they both groaned loudly.

"Dude," she cried, "like, you're totally awesome."

"Babe," he said, "like totally. You too."

"We're like, totally fucking, you know?"

"Like, let's like totally fuck our fucking brains out, eh?"


Then the door flew open and a full squad of heavily armed penguins entered.

Saturday, October 3, 2009


is this one by an artist named Coop.

The suit gives the appearance of one that would take a hell of a lot of work to get into. I like that.

I love the shininess, the callipygean rondure, the dizzy, sassy, vulnerable pose, and just the fact the pic is titled Rubber Catsuit (study for Goodyear).

All she needs is a Schraeder valve sticking out of her somewhere, in a spot she didn't notice in the hour or so it took her to jiggle and wriggle and seal herself up in a gynoformic inner tube. She's smiling, but I bet she's tired (forgive me! I couldn't help myself). You know how sharks are said to mistake a wetsuited diver for a seal? All I can say, honey, is don't stand too close to any careless, near-sited mechanic inflating tires! There's a seal that will be put under pressure indeed.

Thanks to Coop for permission to post this luscious work. You can see more of his work here, including a colour version of this piece.

Thursday, October 1, 2009


A brief note: if you ever hear anyone run down socialism on the basis that the Soviet Union was socialist, and that therefore socialism means tyranny, direct them to an article entitled "The Soviet Union Versus Socialism" by Noam Chomsky. He clearly shows here that the Soviet Union was not socialist by any means, despite its own propaganda and that of its enemies.

Sunday, September 27, 2009


can be found here. My story, "The City Pony," is mentioned positively as well!
I'm so glad the erotica industry is opening up now with more reviews!

Saturday, September 19, 2009


What? Am I mad? Isn't private property the Holy Grail of capitalism? One would think so, given what capitalism says and does. But in at least one very important but overlooked aspect capitalism is very much opposed to private property.

Next to your own body, what is the most important thing in the material world you can own?

The means of production. In capitalism most people do not own this. What they have is a job, but they do not own even that. Capitalism is always singing the praises of the businessperson, big or small, but it demands that the great majority of the world live as employees. An employee is someone who does not OWN their means of making a living. They may or may not own all kinds of other things, but the means of buying them is always in someone else's hands.

There is no reason whatsoever why things should be like this.

Thursday, September 17, 2009


It sounds pompous, I know, but I believe writers have a destiny. I don't think this is at all unique to writers and artists -- I think it applies to everybody. As the Evangelicals would say, "God has a plan for your life."

I may have mentioned that I write not only fetish erotica but literary fiction. I have written one novel so far, and am well into the next. Constantly I am worried that this or that problem in my life will interfere with my writing, perhaps forever mar the quality and quantity of my work. It is not the work I worry about so much that is, but how I might through laziness, distraction, cowardice, any of the 7 deadly sins or limitless weaknesses of the human personality somehow let something in my life screw up my writing. Now in my late forties, I feel I have already wasted a lot of time somehow. The waste of time is my bete noire, you might say.

But here is one comfort, anyway: if my writing has a destiny, then it is a joint project between me and God. And that means it is up to God to take at least some responsibility for it. Not everything is up to me.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


I have entered the sub-genre of steampunk erotica with a phallogyne story, "The Zeppelin Raider," in Like a Corset Undone.

The book is published by Circlet Press and should be available around the end of September, but here's a copy of the cover now. Nice, eh?

Tuesday, September 1, 2009


Ages ago (probably decades) I saw a short Hi and Lois cartoon and for some reason have never forgotten it. I tried to find it on the net but without success. It goes something like this:


Hi is behind Lois and is struggling to zip her into her open-bottomed shaper as they dress for dinner out.


Hi is finished and is walking away nonchalantly doing up his tie. We see Lois from behind, trying to regain her breath, leaning against a table for support. She stands knock-kneed and probably says "Phew!" or something. I forget what else the two of them may have said in these first two frames.


Hi and Lois are sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant. There is a waiter standing there as if to take their order. He speaks the punchline: "Pardon me, Madam, but did you just say 'boing'?"

Well, I think it's kind of sexy. That Lois could be MILFy on occasion.

Monday, August 31, 2009


. . . an armoured Catwoman I found on the net. Hee hee! She looks formidable, but I'll bet mobility is at a minimum, making her unexpectedly vulnerable in a catfight. Can the poor dear even sit down? I don't think so!

I bet she can't even use the litter box without help!

Sunday, August 30, 2009


Lesbian Cowboys: Erotic Adventures has now been released. My story, "Fancy Pants," is in here.


Edited by Sacchi Green and Rakelle Valencia, it features 15 erotic stories. Check it out here at Cleis Press.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


So here's another review of Where the Girls Are, this time at Erotica Revealed, and written by Steven Hart.

Below is an excerpt which mentions my story in particular:

"Best of all though is an absolutely steamy and utterly hilarious encounter between a cowgirl from Alberta and a wanna-be horse (girl) from Toronto. Though they meet in the sophisticate’s home city, it is clearly the country girl who has the upper hand in the outstanding story, “The City Pony” by Roxy Katt. Not the least of this story’s many virtues is the dialogue. It is genuinely witty, delightfully absurd and absolutely authentic in the way it captures the curious non-sequiturs of human discourse especially in the jittery throes of sexual arousal.

"At times the ‘pony’ seems a bit unsure if she is not actually a cow of some sort. The cowgirl often has to race to keep up with the innuendo the ‘pony’ is tossing to her as the would-be equine tries to maintain the illusion of a subordinate position. After all, she is the pony, right? When at last she is brought to tether, the experience is really a good deal more humiliating and exciting than she had expected. "

Hopla! Very happy about this!

Monday, August 10, 2009


have been disrupting town hall meetings all over the United States which are trying to consider the idea of public health care. I'd like to get a word or two in edgewise here, if the minions of America's parasitical corporate "health care" system don't mind. The quotation is from the excellent The Meaning of Marxism (2006) by Paul D'Amato:

"A 2004 study by Harvard Medical School researchers and Public Citizen found that the health care bureaucracy cost the United States $399.4 billion that year, and that a national health insurance system could save at least $286 billion annually on paperwork. That would be enough money to provide health care for all of the 43 million uninsured people in the United States, as well as full prescription drug coverage for everyone in the country.

"The study found that bureaucracy accounts for 31 percent of U.S. health care spending, whereas in Canada, where the national health care system still hangs on, bureaucracy accounts for only 16.7 percent of health care spending. Canada's system also manages to provide more health services per dollar spent."

This all contradicts capitalism's politically correct dogma that the public sector is less efficient than the private sector. But if we try to actually question the dogma of capitalist business as lean and efficient why should we be surprised that capitalist medicine works so badly? If you run a system simply for the sake of providing a service, with the workers in that system getting paid of course, that is one thing. But if you run a system whose reason for being is to make its owners rich, then not only do you have to pay the workers, you ALSO have to pay the parasitical owners. As usual, the capitalist class is not paid for its labour (and whether it works hard or not is quite irrelevant) but for what it owns. THAT'S why the rich are rich, ladies and gentlemen, not because of the work they do, but because of the wealth they own: wealth that already comes from the expropriation of other people's labour. And so the cancer of capitalism grows and grows.

Americans die to keep Mr. Moneybags in power. And these corporate freeloaders and their minions want to spread their parasite-feeding medical system to Canada.

I am not speaking hyperbolically here: anyone trying to bring private health care to Canada is conspiring to commit murder whether they know it or not.

Friday, August 7, 2009


Check out this one by Ily Goyanes in The Examiner, for example, which praises the book as a whole and my contribution to the anthology, "The City Pony," twice. Awesome! I've sometimes been struck by how one can get a story or two in a major erotic anthology and very few reviews are done on the book at all. Maybe this is changing. Stand by for more.

Hee-hee. And if you like equine erotica (no, I don't mean beastiality) I've got another work on those lines coming out shortly.

Thursday, August 6, 2009


is from Babette's Feast, where General Lowenhielm makes a dinner speech:

"Mercy and truth have met together. Righteousness and bliss shall kiss one another. Man, in his weakness and shortsightedness, believes he must make choices in this life. He trembles at the risks he takes. We do know fear. But no. Our choice is of no importance. There comes a time when your eyes are opened. And we come to realize that mercy is infinite.We need only await it with confidence, and receive it with gratitude. Mercy imposes no conditions. And, lo! Everything we have chosen has been granted to us, and everything we have rejected has also been granted. Yes, we even get back what we rejected. For mercy and truth are met together; and righteousness and bliss shall kiss one another."

Is this cool or what? So overwhelmingly optimistic. And maybe it is true . . .

Wednesday, August 5, 2009


Alex Good about book reviews in a recent edition of the Toronto Globe and Mail:

"Critics in this country are often accused of enviously cutting down our tallest poppies. For the record, I don't see a lot of this happening, but even if I did, I would be inclined to think it good horticulture rather than conduct motivated by one of the seven deadly sins. The tallest poppies are precisely the ones that need the attention of a critical weed whacker. They suck up all the oxygen and take the most nutrients from the soil, crowding out all of the up-and-coming green. Better to pull such plants out of the ground, shake the dirt from their roots and toss them on the weed pile."

Saturday, July 25, 2009


Yes, apparently you can't satirize the big newspapers or media outlets anymore. I guess that might hurt their profits, and as every good citizen (sorry, I guess I should say "consumer") knows, God Almighty stands behind the right of the rich to get richer and views freedom of speech as mere ephemera. I mean, why shouldn't the rich be able to buy more speech than the rest of us? Haven't they earned it? And why shouldn't the rich be able to silence whatever they don't want said? Doesn't all that cash establish their right to do so?

My God, I hate these corporate, God-hating, soul-murdering shits. (Am I allowed to say that? Will I get sued?)

For more details on this outrageous case of censorship and details of how you can help, check here.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Apparently, this stunning young woman is in the new flick, G.I. Joe. What are the odds the film itself is any good? If anyone has seen it, please let us know.

Thursday, July 9, 2009


Where the Girls Are: Urban Lesbian Erotica, edited by D.L. King and published by Cleis Press, has just come out with my story, "The City Pony"! There are a lot of very accomplished erotica writers in this anthology. If you are into lesbian erotica, you are bound to recognize at least some of the names of the authors:

Charlotte Dare
A.D.R. Forte
Jacqueline Applebee
Cari Z
Evan Mora
Crystal Barela
Kathleen Bradean
Rachel Kramer Bussel
Andrea Dale
Stella Sandberg
Dalia Craig
Nan Andrews
Jessica Lennox
Lisabet Sarai
Victoria Oldham
Sophie Mouette
Sommer Marsden

Friday, July 3, 2009


after a very busy period. The problem with going through a time of very heavy work
is that you have to put aside all those things which are so fruitful and inspire creativity, such as being on the net.

So. Thought I'd let you know.

I have been doing virtually no erotic writing for a while, but some publications of mine are coming out for work I did earlier. Stay tuned.

Saturday, June 13, 2009


so please don't give up on this blog! I just haven't been able to post lately, and my email is backing up too. But in about two weeks or so hopefully I'll be more active here.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009


quoted by Kathleen Norris in her Acedia and Me:

"I must never, at any moment, presume to say that there is no way out for God because I cannot see any. For it is despair and presumption to confuse one's pittance of imagination with the possibility over which God disposes."

Exactly. One hears people argue against the possibility of heaven by saying that every attempt even to imagine utopia results in something absurd or deeply boring. They conclude that evil is and always shall be inherently necessary and unavoidable in reality. The failure of imagination in this regard, however, is only a product of its fallen state in this world. We can not honestly show that heaven is impossible simply because we cannot imagine how it would work.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009


I want to announce a new blog of mine: Roxy Katt: Longpost Blogging.

I realize that brevity is the soul of blog. Consequently, I have never been one to post long posts at the blog you are now looking at. I know that I don't actually read long posts myself that much, especially if they are by someone I don't know or whose work I am not familiar with. So I have deliberately kept most of my writings here short.

But every once in a while I get an idea I think needs a little more development. And I want to be free to post accordingly without detracting from the quick flow of this site. Consequently, I have started the new blog site for those occasional posts that require more space.

Don't worry that you'll have one more thing to check on the net. Whenever I post at Roxy Katt: Longpost Blogging I will post a quick notice of it here as well.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


It's in The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions, edited by Barbara Cardy and published by Constable and Robinson. I've got a copy of it now and it looks marvellous. 582 pages of erotic confessions by people around the world!

Thursday, April 30, 2009


. . . whose image I post here for the simple reason that I simply love
the no-nonsense tight business skirt look. I understand this is from a TV show called Madmen, which I have not seen and about which I know nothing.

Friday, April 24, 2009

THE MYTH OF THE GOOD WAR by Jacques Pauwels

Just finished Jacques R. Pauwels' The Myth of the Good War: an excellent read. It's all about America's real reasons for getting into WWII, and they aren't pretty. Some of the things the book talks about are the American power elite's sympathy for fascism, American corporations making big money in Nazi Germany manufacturing weapons for Hitler, and the largely American inspired division of Germany into two at the end of the war-- and there's lots more. Highly recommended. Tired of the "Greatest Generation" bullshit? Try this. Pauwels is a good writer. He also says in his forward that "the pages that follow do not offer any dramatic revelations or hitherto unknown facts." This is no "conspiracy theorist" in the pejorative sense of that loaded term. Pauwels simply shines a light on things that have been willfully overlooked or dishonestly interpreted for decades.

Saturday, April 18, 2009


Not to put too fine a point on it, this lovely red Catwoman is simply adorable. I think Ted Valkenburg, the artist, paints some of the sexiest pictures I have ever seen.

There is much to be said for unashamedly large bottoms -- especially when they are tightly girdled in form-fitting red rubber. This lady is not afraid to flaunt her stuff!

Don't you just want to sneak up behind and give her a good smack? Wait until she's finished with her pencil, however, because you don't want her to get poked in the eye!

Saturday, April 11, 2009


And then I came across the wild notion,
that a house too good for me
wasn't good enough for anyone.

Sunday, March 29, 2009


Surprise! But seriously, if you've never read this guy before (I've been reading him for years) you have to check him out. I've posted a new link in my links list (to the left, here).

I don't think I've learned about politics from anyone more than I have from Chomsky (although Rosa Luxemburg and Karl Marx certainly come to mind).

Saturday, March 28, 2009


"let a man walk alone, let him commit no sin, with few wishes, like an elephant in the forest."

Sunday, March 22, 2009


said this:

"A writer, or any man, must believe that whatever happens to him is an instrument; everything has been given for an end. This is even stronger in the case of the artist. Everything that happens, including humiliations, embarrassments, misfortunes, all has been given like clay, like material for one's art. One must accept it. For this reason I speak in a poem of the ancient food of heroes: humiliation, unhappiness, discord. Those things are given to us to transform, so that we may make from the miserable circumstances of our lives things that are eternal, or aspire to be so."

Borges "Blindness" Selected Non-Fictions

I love this quotation, because one of my great fears in life is meaningless suffering, pointless pain. I am always afraid of making some easily avoided mistake in my life that will ruin it in some way. There is comfort and truth, I believe, in Borges' words.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009


Believe it or not, I find the following scenario extremely erotic. Call me weird . . . and please post if you're just as weird yourself!

"Did you say something, fair Lady knight?"

"Huh? Who's out there?"

"Only a poor peasant maid, milady."

"Get me out of this thing!"

"Beg pardon, milady, I did not hear . . ."

"I said, get me the fuck out of here!"

"You mean . . ."

"My squire buggered off somewhere and I've been trying to get
out of this bloody suit of armour for the past hour!"

"Certainly, milady. But how do I . . ."

"How the hell should I know? My squire does that and she's off fucking the stable girl or something. Just get a wrench or a screwdriver or something and get me out of here!"

"Oh my, Milady. Pardon me for saying so, but you are rather a stupid woman, aren't you?"

"What? How dare you?"

"I have a wrench, alright, my fine fulsome aristocrat. And I think I spy a fair fat bolt between your steelclad thighs. I think I'll start there, or I'll start nowhere at all."


"Spread 'em, sister!"

Saturday, February 28, 2009


This is a still from the old BATMAN tv series. Well, even if you don't know the episode, you can probably guess that Queen Tut or whoever she is will sneak up on our smug little Batgirl and smash her over the head with that big urn.

But what if, instead, she jammed the urn on Batgirl's head and it got stuck? Call me perverse, but I think it would be very hot to see little Miss Perfect struggling to free herself. Is there a name for this fetish? I don't think so. But maybe there should be.

Monday, February 16, 2009

WHERE THE GIRLS ARE -- edited by D.L. King

Just thought I'd remind you all of one of the upcoming anthologies I have a story in ("The City Pony"). The book is Where the Girls Are: Urban Lesbian Erotica, published by Cleis Press and edited by D.L. King. It isn't out yet, but I can't wait. It should be available in the Spring. Lots of fine writers in here!

Sunday, February 8, 2009


Of course, she would be way too proud to do this if she thought anyone were looking.

As it happened, she was very hungry. But lo and behold, there was a lovely bowl of cream, which, for some strange reason, seemed to be glued to the floor!

She looked around to see if anyone could see her, then carefully got down on all fours -- not easy to do in a corset!

Forgetting herself in the ecstatic pleasure of pure cream, she did not hear the stealthy Batgirl approaching from behind: Batgirl, wearing an enormous strapon; Batgirl, her agile fingers reaching forth for the big fat zipper stretched so very tightly over Catwoman's foolishly unguarded treasures . . .

Saturday, January 31, 2009


I received confirmation recently that my story, "Fancy Pants," will be in Cleis Press's upcoming Lesbian Cowboys: Erotic Adventures. The anthology is due to come out this July. That should make at least three of my stories slated to come out in various hardcopy anthologies this calendar year, all by major publishers of erotica.

And whoever it is on the cover, she does have a very fine backside, I must say!

Sunday, January 25, 2009


A saint is often someone who is seen by the Church as a person whose sins are somehow more pleasing in the eyes of God even than other people's virtues are.

A saint is one who folds his or her hands in prayer saying, "I am nothing." But these saints wink at the sky, trusting they'll get a wink in return. If you don't notice this wink, they will have you on your knees the rest of your life, tormented by a sense of your own unworthiness, forever ignorant of God's grace.

And in the meantime, these "saints" suffer a great deal less from their "unworthiness" than they let on.

Monday, January 19, 2009


Saw this film recently. It's a French film by American director, William Klein.

My God! What a piece of crap! No story at all. Vague pretensions to cultural critique of the fashion industry, and a smattering of two-bit philosophy. You can't tell if they're telling feeble jokes or really trying to be serious. Way too much of a make-it-up-as-you-go-along feel.

I know this is not a very articulate critique. But there's nothing to work with.

Sunday, January 11, 2009


I posted this yesterday, tried later to edit it, and it got screwed up by the "blockquote" function. If you ever use blogspot, don't use the "blockquote" function. It screws up everything and is difficult or impossible to unscrew.

So where was I? Thomas Merton. A terrific quotation from Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander:

"God is asking of me, the unworthy, to forget my unworthiness and that of all my brothers, and dare to advance in the love which has redeemed and renewed us all in God's likeness. And to laugh, after all, at all preposterous ideas of 'worthiness'."

I am beginning to discover in my own life that so much of my bad feelings about any problem I have are compounded by a sense (whether well founded or not) that I brought it about or deserve it. How much easier things are if you just find some way to accept God's forgiveness and carry on from there!

Sunday, January 4, 2009


In Canada the bananas judge the people. In all other nations it is not so, for everywhere else bananas are eaten, no one asks their opinion on anything. Never is it the other way around, with the fruit of the Musa sapientum in a position of authority. But in this country the banana prevails. It is as the King of Zontar and all live in mortal awe.

No other fruit or vegetable holds such sway over us. Could it be because bananas are not indigenous to this climate? No. For no other tropical fruit has achieved this preponderance of what can only be called ontological hegemony.

Will no one rescue us?