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."