The Final Buzzer

I don’t know how I kept this tour going. Oh yes I do — barely.

My life is Diana Ross upside down. After being grounded nuclear family-style for the past several years, all my stuff has been sold, given away or is in storage, and I am utterly mobile. I’m working on my small press, a documentary that will screen in a few months, several works of fiction, still contributing nonfiction to a couple of publications, and getting ready to travel half of Florida promoting my book — and it’s a big fucking state. I need a low-maintenance lifestyle right now and a 4-bedroom house in the country wasn’t providing that.

If it weren’t for the extremely-fucking-brilliant writers who make up Girls Who Score, I would not have set up a blog tour. But exactly because I was blessed enough, not only to have some of the most prolific, intelligent, well-known, admired, and respected erotica authors in the world, but all the authors that I personally admire in a geeky, fan-girlish way, contribute a story, I would have been remiss if I hadn’t. Each of the writers in this book has made me come…very far in my admiration for them. I would like to thank them for making my first foray into the hallowed halls of editordomshipness a very easy process. You will always be my starting lineup. Continue reading


Sacchi Green Enters the Ring

Girls Who Score is a classic theme for lesbians and I’m honored that Ily Goyanes included a story that means a great deal to me, “The Outside Edge.”

There are some story ideas that I’ve treasured so deeply that I’ve gone for years without actually writing them. I’ve been afraid I couldn’t make them as perfect as they deserved to be. The image of a figure skater coming out as a butch lesbian in the middle of a performance has teased at me for years, as well as a final scene of lesbian lovers performing the intensely sensual moves of traditional pairs skaters. I envisioned it as more romance than erotica, and had even picked out their music, a lovely song called “The Girl in the Red Velvet Dress,” performed by a group called “The Rude Girls” well-known more than a decade ago in western Massachusetts where I live.

Deep in my subconscious, though, the characters were evolving, and when they finally demanded their time in the limelight, they’d become strong, complex, conflicted, with a taste for sex as sharp-edged as a skate blade. Here they are in an excerpt from “The Outside Edge” that sets the stage, but only hints at the all the action to come, athletic, artistic, and (to me, at least,) scorchingly erotic. Continue reading