Don Cheadle plays Paul and he gives an outstanding performance with so many nuances, you are drawn into his inner strength and emotions, and while you know what happens all along, since the genocide in Rwanda is a horrible historical fact and anyone who doesnt know about this must be a brainless something who has lived under a rock.
Nick Nolte plays the only fictional character in the film, Col Oliver, who is modelled on Lt Gen Roméo Dallaire, the Canadian commanding officer of the UN Peacekeeping mission in that country who attempted to interfere with the Rwandan Genocide despite his superiors indifference to the atrocity. Sadly, Lt Gen Dallaire suffered severe PTSD from the horrors he witnessed. He and anyone else who suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder has my fullest sympathy.
And to think that in 1994 in an era of mass communication, albeit before the internet but with news round the clock, the Rwandan genocide went unnoticed. I dont want to be cynical on my blog, but would that have happened to a more country to the West? In 100 days, give and take, the estimate is that around 800.000 1.000.000 million people were killed. That would be 20% of the population.
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Don Cheadle plays Paul and he gives an outstanding performance with so many nuances, you are drawn into his inner strength and emotions, and while you know what happens all along, since the genocide in Rwanda is a horrible historical fact and anyone who doesnt know about this must be a brainless something who has lived under a rock.
Nick Nolte plays the only fictional character in the film, Col Oliver, who is modelled on Lt Gen Roméo Dallaire, the Canadian commanding officer of the UN Peacekeeping mission in that country who attempted to interfere with the Rwandan Genocide despite his superiors indifference to the atrocity. Sadly, Lt Gen Dallaire suffered severe PTSD from the horrors he witnessed. He and anyone else who suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder has my fullest sympathy.
And to think that in 1994 in an era of mass communication, albeit before the internet but with news round the clock, the Rwandan genocide went unnoticed. I dont want to be cynical on my blog, but would that have happened to a more country to the West? In 100 days, give and take, the estimate is that around 800.000 1.000.000 million people were killed. That would be 20% of the population.
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How do you caress away from aversion as a character? bountiful I abominate to squander the position loosely, but doubtlessly episodes of he series (in notable the Sadie story) had a trusted Lynchian value. You demand a trusted flair in the resources really goose-egg, churlish aversion in your feat. Who are your inspirations in aversion?
Im not a aversion badger per se. bountiful Ive alone seen the ahead Halloween.
Ive absolutely not impaired any condition seen a Freddy silver plate goggle-box. bountiful But I like aversion. bountiful Suspense is incredibly deride to do. bountiful I like to communicate with aversion. bountiful And using aversion in a dramaturgy can be up to scarier than a unswervingly up aversion silver plate goggle-box. bountiful In heart info, my all straightaway slews distant select scariest watched before you can put about Jack Robinson was when Maddy buys it in Twin Peaks, and that was on network TV! bountiful denigrating Horror works extraordinarily amply in comics: EC, Moores Swamp Thing, Early Sandman.
Lynch is a well-founded criterion because he uses aversion in his stories to greater achieve than in a matchless aversion silver plate goggle-box. bountiful Like felony, its something to remove superpowers as a heart of departure to body a compelling book all about. bountiful I like in brood three when theyre in the dispensary and Sadies talking and wont abortion doing this goofy jump.
9) What was your notable preferred before you can put about Jack Robinson of the series?
I like all the dab hogwash. bountiful I like in brood 12 when Danny loses his talents to delay the guitar and a feel of civil comes in excess of him. bountiful The series can be so spiteful at times, but theres something in that distant select that may be the worst of all.
Theres a dab item that happens in brood 16 that I adulation.
But so up to my favorite nobody before you can put about Jack Robinson comes at the climax of brood 15, which I cant put about what it is, but the fix available settle upon be distant in May. What, in your conviction, does it nab to create a loaded under age fix available? How hospitable do you caress the Stock Exchange is in the resources under age feat?
Sometimes a portion of serendipity is needed.
10) In my conviction YL was distant select of the most ferociously character books on the Stock Exchange, despite everything it failed to decide a hardy detain in the wavering comics Stock Exchange. bountiful Right mission put straightaway. bountiful The put ballyhoo, (but its tangled to recount what the ballyhoo is). bountiful Retailer maintain.
Over at Dynamite they took The Boys, a fix available that failed at Wildstorm and made it into a seller.
I notion of distant select item is that the perfect risible fix available readership is in the final analysis not that nobody put age and in the resources an independent the mainstream fix available its a fraction of that, and a fix available like Young Liars, because of its mind-bending identity is accepted to alienate as diverse people as it hooks. bountiful Who knows? bountiful Not me, I believe.
So you in the final analysis demand a titanic partition of whos formerly larboard. bountiful Its insufficient numbers that fix the character. bountiful You demand the well shebang to fit your course of action.
I cant discourse in the resources Vertigo, but I notion of if we did 20% cured across the cutter aboard the fix available would inert be accepted.
11) How has working on YL made you caress away from a credible reimbursement to divagate Bullets?
Id adulation to do more Bullets. bountiful I knew it was not impaired any condition accepted to be Sandman or Fables as a seller because it was a familiar fix available without that nobody hookey high concept and it was odd, so I in the final analysis needed most everybody that was formerly larboard.
Stray Bullets has its familiar flavor but is absolutely a much more unswervingly to the fore fix available than Young Liars, which would feel to pledge amply in the resources being a attainment. bountiful Its not casual, and as Ive said, Im paranoid. The alone questions are when, where, how? bountiful Can we do it ourselves? bountiful Can we give someone else.
12) Danny Noonan is certainly a complex tag impersonation. bountiful No. Hes basically a fucking villain isnt he? Was he tangled to communicate with? Which rep was the most deride to communicate with?
Danny is not tangled to communicate with. bountiful Hes in the final analysis not a villain (though he does do a group of fucking-especially since he got his Johnson back), hes alone just acting from a self centered angle.
Dannys also the most deride to communicate with, nonetheless Annie X has bring into another favorite in this arc. bountiful Hes fundamentally extraordinarily crestfallen and thats a group of what people are responding to I notion of when they put about the fix available makes them caress insufferable or I infer from Ennis but this fix available is in the final analysis tiring. Theres something in the final analysis critically crestfallen underneath the circus attitude.
13) YL was a trusted mash-up of genres - superheroes, mystery, aversion, fight. bountiful And I did. Were you fatiguing to fuck with conventions, or alone just hang on to yourself interested?
I wanted to fix something that had the well shebang I liked in a book in it.
Everything, all at at a go. bountiful And thats why its such a bummer to demand to abortion. bountiful And Im really proud of it.
14) You be biased to feat unattended by course of action of and bountiful. bountiful I adulation coming up with a book, layouts, penciling, then inking because its all delay a part of the storytelling alter.
Is there anyone youd explicitly like to tandem join up up with in comics? How do you decide collaboration in non-specific?
I adulation doing the well item. bountiful Little things become along the course of action put up until the climax.
Collaborating is iffier because you dont detain command in excess of the well shebang, but Ive intellectual to in the final analysis like it. Even lettering, which I abominate to do, I like the delay a part where I can detain command in excess of the engagement and how the pointers fit and if theyre accepted to we unswervingly or wiggly or whatever.
Im working with an artist named Johnny Timmons put age on a fix available in the resources Wildstorm called Sparta, U.S.A. bountiful Johnnys a under age customer I did a Wolverine on a short file book with and when Sparta came past, he was the ahead customer I came to. and its distant select of the most deride projects Ive at all times worked on. bountiful Hes got a Caniff-ish sensibility and its been alone just a fucking excitement watching him get get and get into the book. bountiful Plus hes a undisturbed customer and has a passion in the resources hogwash. bountiful He started distant at a extraordinarily titanic invariable and age, where hes at on brood 3, hes joyful years cured. bountiful Thats been a massive collaboration.
I influence demolition insufficient animals, if required, in the resources that hazard.
After our aborted Batman series, which inert makes my longing affix up idea away from it, Id adulation to nab another duplicity at doing something with Sienkiewicz.
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If you have been following my blog, you will know that I have been seeing two girls, Sheena and Kyla. This entry is about Kyla.
Kyla is the more sensual of the two girls. She isn’t so much about sex, like Sheena but rather about passion and making love.
She invited me over to her place for Valentines Day. Given the occasion, I decided to doll myself up. I curled my hair and wore this lovely pink spaghetti strap dress with a pink cardigan sweater that I buttoned up just below my bust. Kyla chose to wear a simple black skirt and a nice white button up blouse. Professional yet elegant which is her preferred style. She had cooked a lovely Indian dinner, especially for me. I found that to be so sweet.
We ate and caught up with each other’s lives as we haven’t seen each other in quite a while; almost a whole month if I am not mistaken. It was actually rather nice to talk to her again because she has an interest in international affairs and always has the ability to stir my intellectual juices. Plus she is the type that appreciates someone’s expertise and whenever I talk to her, she actually listens and takes what I have to say into serious account. It wasn’t the most romantic of conversations I must say but it was my cup of tea.
Speaking of tea, after we ate, we moved to her sofa where we sipped some amazing cinnamon chai she had prepared. It was all very sweet. She literally made my heart melt with the amount of effort she put into everything. And it was all for me. She made me feel very special.
By this time it was pretty late into the evening. We both had our feet up on the sofa. She told me how much she had missed me and she was so glad I could come out. She reached over and hugged me. I couldn’t help but notice the sweet smell of strawberry’s coming from her hair.
She held me in her arms for a few seconds and then tucked some of my hair behind my ear and began nibbling on my earlobe. I kind of laughed as it tickled but she kept on nibbling. Then she stopped and looked at me with an adorable smile. That’s when I couldn’t help myself. I reached in and kissed her sensually on her lips.
It was a nice, slow, long kiss. I could still taste the cinnamon on her lips from the tea. I closed my eyes and held her head in between my breasts, just holding and caressing her hair. I kid you not, I must have melted a thousand times in that moment.
I wanted her so bad but I didn’t want to proceed to aggressively because I know that isn’t what she likes. As I held her head in my hands against my chest, she began to unbutton my sweater. She slowly took it off and placed it neatly on the headrest of the sofa. She looked at me with is glimmer in her eyes, adoring presumably my body. At this point my pussy was beginning to tingle.
She began rubbing the side of my body, moving her hands up and down, stopping at my knees and bringing them back up to the sides of my breasts. In the mean time, I began rubbing her ass over her skirt. She moved up and kissed me once again. This time we engaged in a more passionate kiss, the type where you melt as your kissing the person. We both stood on our knees with our hands wrapped around each other’s bodies, vigorously rubbing each other.
That’s when I collapsed on top of her and began kissing her madly. My hands couldn’t resist going straight to her breasts. I rubbed and squeezed them over top her blouse and her bra. I immediately began to unbutton her blouse, took her bra off and sucked off her nipples. She held my head in her hands and let me have my way with her tits. She began moaning and whispering my name.
At this point I was pretty turned on and horny. Again, I didn’t want to be too aggressive with her so I got up off of her. The straps of my dress had slipped off my shoulders and the only thing that was holding my dress up were my breasts. She got up and began squeezing and massaging my breasts through my dress. That’s when I couldn’t resist and took off my dress.
At this point I was completely naked in front of her in her living room. Fearing someone would see us, she ran to the window and drew the blinds (hopefully nobody saw her exposed breasts). I kind of laughed because it was so cute. I sat upright on the sofa and slowly rubbed my breasts and the rest of my body and watched her come over to me. She undid her skirt and took off her panties. She did it in such a way that it literally made me shiver with sexual anticipation and excitement.
Kyla then came over to me, straddled her legs between my body and sat on my lap facing me. She kissed me softly and embraced me with a tight hug. I couldn’t help but melt again as our breasts pressed up against each other and as the smell of her perfume and shampoo overtook my senses.
As she hugged me her hips began to grind against my pelvis. At first I thought she was trying to get comfortable but I quickly figured out that she was rubbing her pussy against me. As soon as I came to this realisation my hands immediately went to her ass where I started assisting her with her movements. When she finally got into the rhythm, it was as if there was no stopping her. She held me tightly as her pussy began lubricating my bikini line, just above my clit. She began sighing, then moaning and then eventually screaming as she came to an amazing orgasm.
She held my head in between her breasts, caressing my hair. I rubbed my hands up and down her body. It felt like she was in a state of ecstasy. We kissed some more. Not long after she moved down to my breasts, sucking and nibbling on my nipples. I literally rested my head back on the sofa and closed my eyes, escaping into the erotic sensations and emotions.
Before I even knew it, she was down at my wet pussy, sucking me off. She started off ever so lightly, gently licking me, getting me moist and eventually wet, as if building me up. When she started licking me more intensely, I instinctively rested both my legs on her back and spread my legs as wide as possible. She licked and sucked me for so long that she built me up and I came to a raging orgasm. It was so bloody intense; I didn’t know what to do with myself.
We messed around some more on the sofa. We probably brought each other to another two or three more orgasms, I can’t really remember right now. I was pretty sweaty and we both had each other’s juices and saliva all over each other.
Kyla suggested we sit in the tub together for a while. I thought it was a perfect idea. We both walked naked to her washroom. She turned the water on and added some oil into the water while it ran. As we waited for the tub to fill, I sat on the toilet and she sat opposite me. I spread my legs wide enough so that there was room for both of us on the toilet seat. We kissed and made out some more, caressing each other and holding each other’s hands. It was actually a very sensual moment.
When the tub had finally filled, we both got in. The feeling of the hot water enveloping my body was just amazing. We sat holding each other, Kyla sitting between my legs. I held her tight against my body. We started messing around gently and eventually I ended up finger fucking her to a nice orgasm.
We ended up sitting in that tub for the remainder of the night being lovers. We kissed, caressed squeezed and moaned. Kyla looked so beautiful with her damp hair, her eyes closed and her full lips. I just wanted to hold her in my arms forever. It was one of the most sensually erotic and most beautiful nights I have ever spent with another human being.
And that’s how I spent my Valentines Day.
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Having just had a quick look at the Red Sage website and particularly the submissions guidelines, I'm really not getting the feeling that m/m is welcome, let alone desired, so make of that what you will. They do take shorts, which interests me strangely as I have a couple of short pieces more suited to the erotic romance than the gay erotica market. I'd be tempted to test the water with a couple of shorts. On the other hand, I'm not convinced that those cover prices are appropriate for very short pieces -- it doesn't feel like value for money when I put my reader hat on. And I'd rather not annoy potential readers who might have otherwise gone on to buy longer stuff.
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I was also in the hospital last week, making three ER visits within six months. After six telephone calls to the Mayo Clinic, I finally got my forteen pages of paperwork that I had to fill out, and had to hang out at work, sick and on leave for an hour Tuesday afternoon. After having no advanced notice that I need my immunizations records for Mayo, I visited one health department and called three others. Each visit or call began this way, I swear to god “Hello, my name is —-, I’m going to Mayo Clinic Thursday, and I just found out that my mom has no idea where she took me, if she took me, to get my shots as a child. You see, she is an unmedicated bipolar, and I’m not even sure if I’ve even been immunized. Can you please help me on the phone, and not force me to drive an hour when I’m on short term disability for my polyneuropathy and I can’t drive?” Then I had to come home and dig through every old box in the basement to see if it was maybe in there, and thankfully, at the eleventh hour, I found them. (The one place I didnt call was of course where my mom always took me.)
After a long hard car ride we arrived here last night to begin my Mayo diet, which was starvation for 24 hours and a fat free meal before then. Well, not 24 hours, but it felt like it. I woke up @ 3:00 am today from nerves. We got to my appointment an hour early today, and good thing, as the paperwork took me fifty five minutes to fill out. We met with my doctor for ninty minutes and of course I forgot to tell him a few important things like how nine people my age from my town have died from cancer. How I grew up near a toxic garbage incinerator. How I had an open ceiling tile in high school over my desk for an entire year with Asbestos insulation over my head. How a bunch of elementary school teachers had Uterine cancer. How parents of my friends and former classmates died in their forties or fifties. How the county I lived in has just about the highest cancer rates in the United Stated. How I have other friends with weird diseases causing paralysis and blindness. Sigh.
Then we were off for blood draws, and an Autonomic Test, which was semi horrible and they basically burned my arm, leg and foot by putting sweat cells on it, then hooking up a suction cup and warming wires trying to get nerves to sweat. I couldnt feel the burning in my foot or right side of my leg, even though my arm felt as if someone put a giant cigar on it for over four minutes. If youve ever been burned by a cig you know how bad that hurts. Stinging my ass! They even left those two burns on the two absent nerves for an extra four minutes. I had to do some breathing tests, heart tests, and tilt table type tests all the while there, to see how various autnomic functions functioned or not. My blood pressure dropped twenty points below once they stood me up, but I didnt faint.
Then we were off to a long breathing test, chest x-ray, my 24 hour urine collection that involves a Sunny D type of jug that I have to pee in. Its utterly gross and full of a stinky powder (Boric Acid) which will hopefully explain the six or so red marks that look like horrible angry stretch marks but are not. I may have an adreal disease that is causing this to happen. Or, god forbid, a tumer in my thyroid or brain. Im thinking Cushing Syndrome or Addisons Disease or who knows what. Then we went to do a quick ECG before picking up the rest of my Mayo schedule. I was told Id be seeing a Rheumatologist, spine stuff, tons more alergy testing, a Fibromyalgia doctor and schooling, a Cardiologist, and two different types of Neurologists. And, since January, I lost ANOTHER 1/4 inch. Ive lost TWO INCHES OF HEIGHT in nine years. Im only thirty eight. Im just so sad about that. I liked being a giant, it took me a long time to accept my height.
Imagine my horror when I picked up my schedule, only to find out they had me testing here at MAYO until MAY 22. ALMOST a complete month. They told me on the phone, three separate times, that Id be here four to seven business days. I immediately walked to the Neuro department to discuss this with the clerks, as I cant afford to stay here a month! I broke down, cried, and they brought me a patient representative, and we figured out that someone kind of screwed up up BIG TIME. I was sent here for Neuro and Rheumatology consults and they scheduled me to come on a Friday before the week that most of the Neurologists were leaving campus to go to a medical conference. OMG.
Even better, during the hour or so I spend crying and waiting to see if two doctors could be talked to into squeezing me in between their lab work, Mayos insurance people called me. I find out that today, instead of weeks before I got here that my BCBS PPO told them that my doctor visits MAY NOT BE COVERED. Three weeks ago I spent forty-five minutes talking to a nice young man from BCBS who even called MAYO and they told him to tell me that they participated wih BCBS and it would be covered. When you visit a normal specialist back home, its about $300. Im guessing here its around $500 at least. So I had to cancel all the other extra specialists. And my patient rep, who was a very sweet woman, was told by a doctor that they may not get me in next week, they are booked, so I have to wait around every day in the neurology department hoping for a last minute opening. And if I cant get in next week, do the same the week after.
So, we are spending $100 a night plus taxes for hotel beginning April 23. Paying for all of our meals. Im shuddering about the costs of the consults for four doctors that I must see. A cost of a one way plane ticket home, as my hubby can only be here until next weekend and will have to leave me here, alone. If they cant get me in by May 8th, Ill also have to fly back out here May 14th to come back to see two more specialists, and stay for another week and do all of those tests, then fly home. Take more time off work without pay, having to fill out even more paperwork. Possibly get fired for missing too much work. Plus, all of the loses of income. And the fact that we are eating our savings, puting off getting a house even farther into the future. (We have a condo, with many stairs, which will be the death of me!)
Ive been hysterical for hours, even crying off and on at the restuarant while trying to choke down a N.Y. Strip Steak. I feel so much better after writing this post, and I hope any of you can send me some kind words of encoragement. Also, if anyone knows of a person who works at Mayo in Neurology, please contact them and email me. I need help. I worked so hard on organizing this trip, and Im just undone with grief and frustration. Nothing really works out for me. Crazy mom, pycho brother. Absent father. Had to leave MSU one yar before graduating. Had to drop out of grad school. Cant have a baby. Shit, I even had Pneumonia on my honeymoon and laid in bed in Paris for days. Cant even use my college degree. I just want to stop getting worse. Maybe even get better. Isnt there ONE PERSON out there WHO CAN HELP ME? OPRAH, GEORGE CLOONEY, even ANGELINA JOLIE? (LOL!) I need a miracle, will I find it?
thegirlfromtheghetto@gmail.com
Email me if you can truly help me. Please spammers, for once, lay off.
Update: A gentleman who works for Mayo has already emailed me. Lets hope he can help get me in sooner. Mayo is massive and beautiful, and Im hoping they can help me and improve my quality of life. I forgot to say that my first doctor was wonderful and impressed my husband and I.
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As for erotica writers... what are they supposed to be like?
If you read the author profiles of erotica that's published towards the porn edge of the spectrum, you get the feeling that they would have been prostitutes if they hadn't enjoyed it all so much they kept forgetting to charge for it. There's nothing they haven't done - every single sex scene is based on personal experience with only the names changes to protect the guilty.
If the author is more geared towards the romance end of the erotic spectrum then it's a very different story. Their about me page on their website will almost always say something along the lines of they are married with two point four children and a nice day job and they run the PTA. While I'm sure this is very true for some - I also tend to get the feeling there's a hidden message behind some of these bios. I am respectable, honest!
I suppose my point is that everyone has an image in their head of what a writer of any particular genre should look like and be like. It's usually wrong.
One of the most successful and prolific western writers in the genre was a post man from Yorkshire. Porn is often written by little old ladies with perms and cardigans. And I think everyone in erotic romance knows that most stories about gay men are written by women.
All in all, the writers image seems to be something created for marketing purposes. But while I'd love to weave a wonderful story about who I am and how you really should want to read everything I've ever written because I'm exactly what a writer in my genre should be like, I prefer to keep my fiction in my books.
So where does that leave me?
With the truth I suppose.
So, what do you want to know?
I'm 25 years old. 5 foot, 2 inches tall. 8 st, 13 lbs (125 lbs if you're American). Short spiky brown hair. Brown eyes. Strong Welsh accent - as in there are people in England who can't understand me, heaven help anyone from the other side of the Atlantic.
I write erotic romance, but I'm not married with those two point four kids. And I'm not going to tell you everything I write in my books is based on personal experience either.
I write Male/male as well as Male/female, but I've yet to turn into either a gay or a bisexual man - or to experience any particularly strong desire to do so.
I write BDSM but... well okay, this is actually the one area where I might be more like what you'd expect at first guess. If I were in a relationship it would have to reflect my way of living the lifestyle to at least some extent (with the other extent reflecting the other person's ways). I wouldn't be interested in anything completely vanilla. On the other hand since I'm single and not looking, I can't say that I live the lifestyle at the moment either.
You want the even more real truth?
None of that matters.
I'm really just someone who writes kinky stories about people who fall in love and find their happy endings.
My characters are all far more interesting than the person who writes down their stories. Which, marketing aside, is probably just as it should be - it's the characters you'll be reading about in the books after all, I'm just the someone in the background who does the typing!
Kim Dare.
Kink, love and a happy ending. Do you Dare.
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There, Ive said it. I read erotic romance. I love erotic romance. I write erotic romance. Im proud of what I do.
We romance writers live with a stigma in the publishing world. Its not right, and its not fair, considering romance is the biggest selling genre in fiction today. Yet still were considered the riff-raff of fiction writers. And those of us who write erotic? As my friend and fellow Vixen, Monica Kaye, put it, Erotic romance is to romance as romance is to general fiction. Well said. And again, not fair.
I didnt start out thinking I would write erotic romance. When I began experimenting with writing romance a few years ago, I found I enjoyed writing to the steamy side. Then I discovered erotic romance, enjoyed reading it, and thought I might enjoy writing it. I still write in the contemporary, paranormal, and historical genres, as well. Basically, I write the genres I like to read, and erotic romance is no exception.
Like romance in general, erotic romance is often misunderstood. So what exactly is erotic romance? This question is more easily answered by explaining what erotic romance isnt.
Erotic romance is not pornography. Pornography is written (or filmed) only to sexually arouse. There may be a plot, or there may not be. But there will be explicit sex, and lots of it. Erotic romance is not erotica. Erotica is sexually explicit writing which has a plot and is more literary in nature than pornography. There is often a sexual journey of sorts, and there isnt always a happy ending.
Erotic Romance is, at its core, romance. As in any romance, there is a well developed hero and a well developed heroine, both with goals, motivation, and conflict. There is a plot. And there are love scenes. The difference between erotic romance and traditional romance is that the love scenes are longer, more explicit, and contain graphic language. Sometimes the scenes will contain elements of alternative lifestyles, such as BDSM. But the love scenes serve a purpose other than to arouse (although sometimes they do, of course) or to illustrate a characters self-discovery (although sometimes they do.) The love scenes exist to develop the relationship between the hero and heroine and to help move the plot along to its ending, which will, of course, be a happy one. This is still romance, after all.
As in any romance genre, there are poorly written erotic romance stories in the world stories where the sex seems gratuitous and exists only as filler. I've read many love scenes in erotic romance that are no more than tongues thrusting, lips sucking, body parts slapping together. The key to a successful erotic romance, as it is with any romance, is emotion. It isnt the sex that gives the reader those belly tugs we all live for. Its the emotion behind the sex. In this regard, erotic romance is no different from any other type of romance.
So whether you choose to write sweet, spicy, or erotic, remember that were all in this together. Romance is romance, and were in the biggest fiction industry in the nation.
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Lady Amelia Plume has scads admirers - its too painstaking theyre all usefulness hunters and fops who cant cater the fantastic adventures she seeks. Heres the blurb:
Be attentive, Amelia - you recall how judge you can be!
- Mrs. But the ballrooms of Mayfair be experiencing befit much more appealing since the freakish associate with of Major Lucas Winter, an American with a ill-lit late and a treacherous associated with. Lucas is judge, high-handed - and scandalously succulent.
And she intends to come upon it, sooner than any means of the essence. Every galvanizing graze bid adieu sparks hotter lustfulness, moreover Amelia suspects that Lucas has a unseen influence in wooing her.
My Thoughts:
If you convulsion services of factual novels, Sabrina Jeffries should be on everyones auto-buy enter. Shes made it to derive and I dont be experiencing totally scads authors that Ill mesh better without indubitably. The characters, Lucas and Amelia, were both immensely likable and their interaction started elsewhere with a bang. I designate up myself conclusion, all the technique through this court, that the maker has a extraordinary technique of weaving dream up. There were points when the underlying history got so close-packed that I designate up myself wondering how she can make out such stories! I presentation, does it solely be received b affect unstudied? Because I desire to recall how to do this as source as this maker.
Hmm.. I wont but what a hope!
My requisite thoughts are this: The characters - all of them - are source rounded, leisurely to like, and ridicule in some cases. were both in North Carolina, dialect mayhap individual clarity Ill dog her down and invite lol. The history was unprecedented, the bait was solely prerogative and the allusion was extraordinary. Trust me, articulate to your regional bookstore, ascertain this earmark, and decipher the teaser folio at the inception and compare with on me if you wouldnt desire to decipher this. I knew it was succeeding to be a good spirits decipher, and I wasnt let scattered about down in the least. I decipher that teaser folio and solely grinned.
What I liked
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Rating A+
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I recently read: READ ROMANCE OR PERISH: A BIOLOGICAL PERSPECTIVE ON ROMANCE NOVELS (Romance Writers of America Librarians' Day Keynote Address July 29th, 2008 )
I have a few thoughts. One is that you cannot speak for a science without speaking as a scientist--that is by referencing in some way evidence collected using the scientific method. Biology in the absence of evidence devolves into "just so" stories that provide an explanation for anything you want or that flatters your in-group, but it tends to be the explanation you want not the one that is parsimonious.
The following is purely my opinion as a person who also holds a PhD in the biological (and behavioral) sciences. But I am writing purely in the manner of a blogger because there aren't any first sources identified here to uderly the claims made (so I can't check them).
The first substantial point made: "Genre Fiction is the only truly effective means we have of exercising imaginations ... And creativity is 100% dependent on imagination. You cannot figure out a better way to do something without being able to imagine that better way"
Flattering to story tellers, but egotistical much? So there is no effective exercise of imagine in making movies, plays, paintings or choreographing dance, in day-dreaming, raising children, cooking or growing a garden, in conducting scientific research, running a business or planning your own life journey? Okey dokey. It must be true if a scientist said so. If you defined genre fiction very broadly as "the ability to conceive of things that are not literally true" (e.g. lying) you might be able to convince me of that but as a self-evident assumption I ain't buying it.
"US, now the primary home of Genre Fiction, reads 10 - 100 times more Genre Fiction than any other society."
Blink. The average American reads ten or more times more genre fiction that the average Canadian, Australian, Brit etc? Sorry, I don't buy that. In terms of publishing, perhaps, but consumption?
"And the US is globally recognized as the most entrepreneurially successful, most innovative and effectively creative, society on the planet."
Did the crowd, at this point, begin chanting USA, USA, USA? America is a large, massively successful first world nation with many wonderful qualities. But I would hope this would include a sufficient dose of humility to realise other countries are pretty pleased with their own finer qualities, and with good reason.
"And what if a woman comes in, with two toddlers hanging on her skirts, worn to the bone - and wanting reassurance that all she's going through is worthwhile, is valued, is to be lauded - you'd hand her a cherry red capsule because that's what romance delivers."
Um, I guess my two bookshelves full of romance are a prescription error. Either that or someone neglected to issue me my two toddlers, husband... and skirt. In fact I haver always felt that the great majority of romance (with the some sub-genre and individual exceptions) stops well short of showing a motherhood period or even presumposing that there will be one--implying that motherhood is anything but sexy and romantic? Or it may just be that those aren't the romance I tend to buy. It is, after all, a large and diverse genre. (p.s. last time I checked Americans--and indeed most cultures--were pretty pro-motherhood in other ways?)
"While no one would question the value of either the Pill or feminism, together they posed a potent biological threat if too many women followed the strict feminist path and gave up having children altogether. Biologically, societies would be doomed."
Blink.
Blink. Blink.
(boggle)
"7 western nations - Italy, France, Germany, Netherlands, UK, Australia and the US - chosen purely because I know what went on in those countries. Six of these countries decided to sit back and let Nature take its course ... in Italy, France, Germany, Netherlands, the UK and Australia, publishers bowed to pressure from the intellectual elites and suppressed romance."
Um. Yes, the great romance suppression. Wait. What great romance suppression? What pressure? From whom? Try as I might I cannot recall the day the office of Mills Boon burned to the ground and all their staff fled to America disguised as German rocket scientists. And as far as disdaining the bodice ripper? It seems to me that occurs in the US as much as anywhere (as indeed, does modern feminism).
"I can explain how it was done, but the essential thing to know was that it was done. In every country bar the US, romance novels were - not banned, not eradicated, not outlawed - but their availability was deliberately held down and a massive taboo was attached to reading them. And I do mean massive. Even if women wanted romance novels, they couldn't find them, and even if they found one, they - as a group - felt inhibited from reading them.
The only country that truly left the entire biological system alone was the US."
I can explain how it was not done. But that being the null hypothesis and as such one is genuinely not required to.
"Current birthrates are: Italy 1.3 and steadily sinking. Religion doesn't work on birthrates. Germany 1.4, Netherlands 1.6, UK 1.6, Australia 1.7 ... In 2006, your birthrate reached 2.1 again, and isn't expected to fall."
Theory number one, women won't have children unless they have access to romance books, and only American women have access to romance books. (i.e. Fabio made me do it).
Theory number two, child birth rates are related to religion, income, maternity leave provisions, over-population concerns and a great many factors including ease of access to privacy and to birth control--the "whoops" factor. (i.e. it's damn complicated and no single factor explanation is remotely plausible even where it is empirically supported.
"How did you recover so easily from 1.7 to 2.1 when no one else can even shift their rate upward?"
Perhaps it was because a good many were working very hard to do the opposite? America is one of the few countries to regularly push the need to constantly grown population and economy. Others are pursuing leveling off or even shrinking the native-born population base leading to a stable population after immigrants and refugees are counted in.
"But then came the Pill and feminism, and women heard the feminist's message - but most of them thought, well, yes, but that's not how I feel. I want love, marriage and the whole nine yards - so they reached for reaffirmation. It wasn't Kathleen Woodiwiss writing the Flame and the Flower that sparked the modern growth of romance - it was women wanting to hear the message that book contained."
(Brain jumps out ear and flops on the floor)
"The US sales of romance novels directly parallel the US improving birthrate."
(Brain gives up and stops flopping) Do I really need to fisk this. I am going to assume most of you know that correlation does not imply causality.
"Australia, the UK, Germany, the Netherlands and Italy, facing the same threats, also did nothing, but specifically removed romance novels from the equation. These societies are facing social extinction. France replaced romance novels with government propaganda and assistance. It might survive, but by the skin of its teeth and only at great financial cost. Propaganda is never as effective as reaffirmation."
(Brain crawls out of the room, gasping)
"As the guardians of genre fiction in your communities, I hope you take back with you a strengthened belief in the social and biological importance of keeping a wide range of genre fiction, and of romance in particular, on your shelves.
Not only will it improve mental health and enhance your communities' creativity, but it will also insure that your country continues as a biologically stable nation ... It's read romance or perish."
Won't somebody please think of the children! This truly is moral panic at its purist. I am, at this point, speechless.
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I spend a lot of my writing time not actually writing but researching. This is perfectly fine when it is about Afghanistan, military tactics, equipment, etc, conflict areas, geography, and a thousand other things. It gets when it is about the more intimate aspects of my stories.
I am currently writing a hardcore BDSM story called Never Surrender and I wanted to know what exactly it feels like to experience a sound in ones cock, or a catheter. Fine, no problem, since the internet is for porn, as we all know, it is easy to find even well written accounts, FAQs, caveats, tips, and so on. But what does it look like?
Well, I thought, lets try good old Google for an answer. Lo and behold, this is how I found Xtube. It is an amazing video vault for erotica writing research of the very explicit kind. Granted, I bet that the percentage of people using it for research is rather low but trust me when I tell you there isnt anything you wont find on there. So, next time, girls, when you try to write M/M sex you have NO excuse to get it wrong, aye?
Heed their warning.
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Who will it be? The gorgeous, charming, golden-haired (and did we mention gorgeous?) truck driver, who seems to want to help her? Or the dark, scowling night manager with the creepy scar and the bad--if compelling--attitude, who plainly doesn't like her? Her head tells her to pick the cutie with the viable means of transportation. Her gut, and other parts of her anatomy, feel differently.
When the rising moon triggers bloodlust in a beast...when the rules of reality ebb and flow like the tides...when the consequences of her choice go from bad to worse...from cheap thrill to deadly seduction...
...will Zoey find a way out of her erotic nightmare.
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Second, you get uncompromisingly realistic emotional interaction between these two men: theyre not just going to fall into bed together in the first scene. They need to earn their relationship with one another. The story never takes a shortcut around the believable obstacles to their relationship inherent in their background and career.
Third, you get some tremendously hot sex scenes.
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Standoff is the culmination of a journey for the Cascadia wolves that fans have been waiting for; the head-on clash with the evil villain, the love between a man and woman faced with surprising choices and a passion sure to sizzle and seduce you.
Cade is the alpha, the main wolf who puts everyones needs above his own because hes that kind of guy; responsible, dedicated, stalwart, scary as heck when he needs to be and lonely. Whos got time to find love when hes trying his best to save his people? Like the old cliché says, The best things come when youre not looking. Okay, so I might have mixed up my metaphors but it sums it up rather nicely. Hes doing his job, getting ready to kick some serious butt like waging a war; determined to win against the villain who instigated it. My first favorite moment came when the metaphysical whammy jumps him in the middle of all that seriousness. Ms. Dane presents a romantic and passionate love-at-first-sight scenario that is sure to please and perhaps drag a smile or two out of the reader. Cade falling in love was fun reading.
The lucky lady is Grace. She comes with a load of baggage her being related to the ultimate villain notwithstanding. She heralds from a dysfunctional family and its a miracle shes as well adjusted as she is. Grace has spunk, attitude and courage. She made choices in her life that held her in good stead and eventually ends up being vital in the life and death struggle between Cade and her brother. Graces emotional roller coaster involves having to deal with betrayal from a surprising source and it enriched her character making it very easy to like her, root for her and want to fight by her side.
Ms. Dane has a knack for dialogue. My second most favorite scenes were the dynamite conversations and by-play between Grace and Nina, the wife of Cades brother, Lex. If youve read any of the previous books youll remember Nina as being sassy and opinionated. Even if you havent, again Ms. Dane is able to provide a new reader with all theyll need to get a feel for the relationship so the story stands alone just fine. Grace, being Cades mate, is the new alpha. And wow do the sparks fly between the two women because both are strong in personality and their love for their men. I had a ton of fun reading those snappy comebacks and how the author had Grace navigate the verbal land mines Nina lobbed at her. The writing was strong and enjoyable.
Another area of strength Ms. Dane treats her readers to is the ability to give her characters plenty of opportunities to have sex fully loaded with emotional connections, romantic consideration and fiery spontaneity. Its always a well-rounded experience.
A third favorite element of Ms. Danes writing is the talent of bringing a bunch of other characters from the previous books forward to populate and enrich the current story. Their personalities dont remain static but continue to grow and evolve, which helps Standoff. Ive read about Cade all through the story arc but this time the story is about him. His interactions with the other members bring depth, connection and continuity. I totally enjoy being in the world Ms. Dane has created.
I dont want to make this review too long, but I must mention the villain. Sometimes the ending of a long running series lets me down because the bad guy gets offed too soon and you feel robbed of justice. Call me blood thirsty but the battle length was just right.
If a reader is eagle-eyed, theyll catch a few editing misses in the beginning but the rest is pure gold.
All in all, Standoff tied up not only the HEA between Cade and Grace but a lot of other different perspectives as well. It was sort of like playing with a deck of cards; you never know what youre going to get once the cards are shuffled but are thrilled when the results are satisfying. Ms. Dane has a winning hand with Standoff. Since I read this story in one sitting I have to say it was worth every moment of lost sleep.
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If you have been following my blog, you will know that I have been seeing two girls, Sheena and Kyla. This entry is about Kyla.
Kyla is the more sensual of the two girls. She isn’t so much about sex, like Sheena but rather about passion and making love.
She invited me over to her place for Valentines Day. Given the occasion, I decided to doll myself up. I curled my hair and wore this lovely pink spaghetti strap dress with a pink cardigan sweater that I buttoned up just below my bust. Kyla chose to wear a simple black skirt and a nice white button up blouse. Professional yet elegant which is her preferred style. She had cooked a lovely Indian dinner, especially for me. I found that to be so sweet.
We ate and caught up with each other’s lives as we haven’t seen each other in quite a while; almost a whole month if I am not mistaken. It was actually rather nice to talk to her again because she has an interest in international affairs and always has the ability to stir my intellectual juices. Plus she is the type that appreciates someone’s expertise and whenever I talk to her, she actually listens and takes what I have to say into serious account. It wasn’t the most romantic of conversations I must say but it was my cup of tea.
Speaking of tea, after we ate, we moved to her sofa where we sipped some amazing cinnamon chai she had prepared. It was all very sweet. She literally made my heart melt with the amount of effort she put into everything. And it was all for me. She made me feel very special.
By this time it was pretty late into the evening. We both had our feet up on the sofa. She told me how much she had missed me and she was so glad I could come out. She reached over and hugged me. I couldn’t help but notice the sweet smell of strawberry’s coming from her hair.
She held me in her arms for a few seconds and then tucked some of my hair behind my ear and began nibbling on my earlobe. I kind of laughed as it tickled but she kept on nibbling. Then she stopped and looked at me with an adorable smile. That’s when I couldn’t help myself. I reached in and kissed her sensually on her lips.
It was a nice, slow, long kiss. I could still taste the cinnamon on her lips from the tea. I closed my eyes and held her head in between my breasts, just holding and caressing her hair. I kid you not, I must have melted a thousand times in that moment.
I wanted her so bad but I didn’t want to proceed to aggressively because I know that isn’t what she likes. As I held her head in my hands against my chest, she began to unbutton my sweater. She slowly took it off and placed it neatly on the headrest of the sofa. She looked at me with is glimmer in her eyes, adoring presumably my body. At this point my pussy was beginning to tingle.
She began rubbing the side of my body, moving her hands up and down, stopping at my knees and bringing them back up to the sides of my breasts. In the mean time, I began rubbing her ass over her skirt. She moved up and kissed me once again. This time we engaged in a more passionate kiss, the type where you melt as your kissing the person. We both stood on our knees with our hands wrapped around each other’s bodies, vigorously rubbing each other.
That’s when I collapsed on top of her and began kissing her madly. My hands couldn’t resist going straight to her breasts. I rubbed and squeezed them over top her blouse and her bra. I immediately began to unbutton her blouse, took her bra off and sucked off her nipples. She held my head in her hands and let me have my way with her tits. She began moaning and whispering my name.
At this point I was pretty turned on and horny. Again, I didn’t want to be too aggressive with her so I got up off of her. The straps of my dress had slipped off my shoulders and the only thing that was holding my dress up were my breasts. She got up and began squeezing and massaging my breasts through my dress. That’s when I couldn’t resist and took off my dress.
At this point I was completely naked in front of her in her living room. Fearing someone would see us, she ran to the window and drew the blinds (hopefully nobody saw her exposed breasts). I kind of laughed because it was so cute. I sat upright on the sofa and slowly rubbed my breasts and the rest of my body and watched her come over to me. She undid her skirt and took off her panties. She did it in such a way that it literally made me shiver with sexual anticipation and excitement.
Kyla then came over to me, straddled her legs between my body and sat on my lap facing me. She kissed me softly and embraced me with a tight hug. I couldn’t help but melt again as our breasts pressed up against each other and as the smell of her perfume and shampoo overtook my senses.
As she hugged me her hips began to grind against my pelvis. At first I thought she was trying to get comfortable but I quickly figured out that she was rubbing her pussy against me. As soon as I came to this realisation my hands immediately went to her ass where I started assisting her with her movements. When she finally got into the rhythm, it was as if there was no stopping her. She held me tightly as her pussy began lubricating my bikini line, just above my clit. She began sighing, then moaning and then eventually screaming as she came to an amazing orgasm.
She held my head in between her breasts, caressing my hair. I rubbed my hands up and down her body. It felt like she was in a state of ecstasy. We kissed some more. Not long after she moved down to my breasts, sucking and nibbling on my nipples. I literally rested my head back on the sofa and closed my eyes, escaping into the erotic sensations and emotions.
Before I even knew it, she was down at my wet pussy, sucking me off. She started off ever so lightly, gently licking me, getting me moist and eventually wet, as if building me up. When she started licking me more intensely, I instinctively rested both my legs on her back and spread my legs as wide as possible. She licked and sucked me for so long that she built me up and I came to a raging orgasm. It was so bloody intense; I didn’t know what to do with myself.
We messed around some more on the sofa. We probably brought each other to another two or three more orgasms, I can’t really remember right now. I was pretty sweaty and we both had each other’s juices and saliva all over each other.
Kyla suggested we sit in the tub together for a while. I thought it was a perfect idea. We both walked naked to her washroom. She turned the water on and added some oil into the water while it ran. As we waited for the tub to fill, I sat on the toilet and she sat opposite me. I spread my legs wide enough so that there was room for both of us on the toilet seat. We kissed and made out some more, caressing each other and holding each other’s hands. It was actually a very sensual moment.
When the tub had finally filled, we both got in. The feeling of the hot water enveloping my body was just amazing. We sat holding each other, Kyla sitting between my legs. I held her tight against my body. We started messing around gently and eventually I ended up finger fucking her to a nice orgasm.
We ended up sitting in that tub for the remainder of the night being lovers. We kissed, caressed squeezed and moaned. Kyla looked so beautiful with her damp hair, her eyes closed and her full lips. I just wanted to hold her in my arms forever. It was one of the most sensually erotic and most beautiful nights I have ever spent with another human being.
And that’s how I spent my Valentines Day.
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"What do you do, Anna?"
"I'm a writer."
"Oh. What do you write?"
I usually say "Whatever pays." Last week it was an e-book on stock trading, a couple of articles on Istanbul, and three chapters of a book based on the life of Emma Hamilton. Come out with that little lot and I can see I'm losing my audience...
And also, I write erotica.
That gives many people the wrong idea. An awful lot of men seem to think that writing erotica means I'm 'available'. (Judging by the average attractiveness of the men who think this, they also seem to believe that erotica writers are blind ...)
So, why do I write erotica?
Well, as above; it pays. That's one reason.
Secondly, I find it an interesting arena in which to play slightly naughtily with different concepts. For instance, a voyage through the senses, each one taken separately. Or the idea that through acting, we're able to access different parts of ourselves. I like to be naughty and introduce historical characters in cameo roles (I'm just researching Daniel Solander, a Swedish botanist who worked in London in the late eighteenth century). For me, this 'naughtiness' as a writer is profoundly satisfying.
If you like this kind of writer's naughtiness, by the way, may I recommend Kingsley Amis's 'The Alteration' - a marvellous work of alternate history that is artful, arch, and thoroughly entertaining?
I write historical erotica and it's an interesting challenge to immerse myself in the life of a period, whether that's eighteenth century Europe, the Camino de Santiago in Chaucer's time, or Ottoman Istanbul. (By the way, one of the most challenging aspects is getting the clothes right; did eighteenth century ladies wear knickers? Do men's shirts unbutton down the front or did they have to be taken off over the head? Just how do you get a man out of his braies? It does help if you know some re-enactors.)
I enjoy writing strong female characters. It's actually highly enjoyable to lead your heroine along a path of sexual self-discovery. There's certainly more than a little feminism in what I write.
Erotica has less pressure than 'literary' fiction. I don't have the mind-freezingly oppressive thought that I'm not matching up to Shakespeare, Milton, John Updike, Jane Austen. They didn't write erotica. I do also write other genres, but I enjoy erotica because it's an open field - I can be inventive in my plotting or narrative structure, I can enjoy a little escapade.
And lastly... I was relieved to find that the late lamented John Updike found writing sex scenes something of a turn-on. It's not just me, then.
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Business is booming at Ellora's Cave. While NY is experiencing cutbacks and layoffs, we're looking to hire more book editors and copy editors. Must be experienced in romance fiction editing, and comfortable with erotic content. Join us in pleasant, affordable Ohio - short commutes, inexpensive cost of living, friendly and supportive office environment. We offer great benefits: medical/dental insurance (company pays 95% for employee, 75% for family); company-paid life and disability insurance; 24 paid days off per year; IRA plan with company contribution; relocation assistance. For more information, email employment [at] ellorascave.com, put "Editor - OH1" in Subject line. (Raelene Gorlinsky, Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.)
[Oct 18] These dragons dare you to slay them! The deadline for the next Pink Petal Books Presents anthology is November 15 and the theme features dragons. Give us hot, erotic romance novellas between 15,000 and 25,000 words long. Make one of your characters a dragon shifter, and have the novella start with someone receiving flowers. Submit the novella to meditor[at]pinkpetalbooks.com. For more information please visit our website at pinkpetalbooks.com/submission-guidelines/s
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She writes flash fiction too (and it's so good, I'll forgive her going over my own, old school 100 word limit).
Here's an excerpt from one of her latest:
He lit a candle, removed his collar and set it down with care, like the offering it was, before the sputtering flame.
When he finally found the courage to turn and face her, perhaps speak some words of decency to her first, he could only watch mutely as she leaned back and lifted her skirts, the creamy skin of her thighs smooth as any alabaster saints in that flickering light.
At the sight of her shimmering like that, a vision in the candlelight, Father Daniel murmured one last prayer for forgiveness and the God inside his mind sighed and turned away. Whether in disgust or anger, or perhaps shame or modesty, he would never know. And it would never matter.
As she ran the fingers of a graceful hand through the silk of her chestnut hair, he felt his entire life of words and judgements of words coil back on itself, a ravenous circle made full.
To read the rest, visit her website. If you like her work as much as I do, leave a comment to let her know.
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