A WRITER'S DESTINY

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.

MY FIRST STEAMPUNK EROTICA PUBLICATION

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?

THE LOST CARTOON

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:

FRAME 1

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

FRAME 2

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.

FRAME 3

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.

AND NOW, FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE . . .

. . . 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!

LESBIAN COWBOYS RECENTLY RELEASED

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

Yeehaw!

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

WHERE THE GIRLS ARE: REVIEWED BY EROTICA REVEALED

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!

SO I UNDERSTAND SOME ORGANIZED YAHOOS

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.