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In this episode, I interview the amazing, prolific Rachel Kramer Bussel about her new book Spanked. We talk about our favorite ways to give and get spankings and she reads a very hot excerpt from the book.

Be sure to listen to learn about your chance to win a copy of Spanked for yourself! You have to hear the show to know the rules for the contest, but I’ll give you a hint. This picture of my tushy after a spanking is an important clue:

Other links of note for this episode:
The rest of the Spanked virtual book tour
The Spanked blog
Dark Odyssey Summer Camp

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I have been reading a book that was sent to me for review recently. Like many things that I read, I dip into it in stops and starts between classes. Except this book is pretty naughty and has naked lovers on the cover. Needless to say, I’ve been spending a lot of time feeling naughty and worrying about getting caught. Doesn’t that make things better. When I finish the book, I’ll have to compare the experience of sneaking glances before my students shuffle into the room with climbing into bed with it the rest of this rainy afternoon. My bed might be a more socially acceptable place to read erotica but what it lacks in daring it makes up for in ready access to sex toys.

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Join me in the hot tub for some fun with my special guest, J.

I wish I’d had this book with me at the hotel. . .

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Who knew that the porn studies field would be so couched in niceties that there wouldn’t be a single concise description of the state of interracial porn? There are plenty of screeds in the anti-porn, MacKinnon-esque camp to latch onto. But, in the world of people taking a rhetorical or cultural studies approach I found very little in terms of hard-hitting soundbites. So, who summed things up best, in my estimation?

None other than Sam the Man over at SugarBank in his post “Porn and Prejudice.” He says in a bulleted list what it takes the academics three chapters to write.

So, why am I linking to a 5-month-old entry in a blog you all read anyway? Because this week I cited it in a paper I wrote for a graduate seminar in Postcolonial theory. Sammy, step right up and receive your accolades with Judy, Michel, Gayatri, Frantz, and Homi.

The title of my paper? “Black Dicks in White Chicks:
fantasies of miscegenation, black power, and the colonization of
interracial desire”

I will be back in full force on Friday, I have one more big paper to finish before I can return to blogging on good conscience. However, I am doing a lot of work this semester on sex and sexuality so I thought I would hit you with some of the more provocative quotes from things I am reading and writing.

One research project is in the area of sexuality, violence, and colonialism. Frantz Fanon gives a touching and ambivilent perspective on this in Black Skin, White Masks:

Out of the blackest part of my soul, across the zebra striping of my mind, surges this desire to be suddely white.
I wish to be acknowledged not as black but as white.
Now - and this is a form of recognition that Hegal had not envisaged - who but a white woman can do this for me? By loving me she proves that I am worthy of white love. I am loved like a white man.
I am a white man.
Her love takes me into the noble road that leads to total realization. . .
I marry white culture, white beauty, white whiteness.
When my restless hands caress those white breasts, they grasp white civilization and dignity and make them mine.

There is something troubling about the female body as the site of counter-colonization but there is trouble to a lot of Fanon’s gender politics. More about that in the future. . .

I also recently delivered my paper on masculinity in the works of Kate Chopin. I’ve been delving pretty deeply into the masculinity studies literature but the best part of delivering papers with a psychoanalytic bent is watching everyone squirm in their seats when you talk about the phallus. Especially cigars conferred in homosocial gift situations as phallic symbols.

I leave all of you fellow bloggers with some words of encouragement from Michel Foucault, the theoretical ally of perverts and miscreants everywhere:

If sex is repressed, that is, condemned to prohibition, nonexistence, and silence, then the mere fact of speaking about it has the appearance of a deliberate transgression.

May the transgressions carry on!

I read a lot and I like to think I’m a good reader. I know this because people pay hundreds of dollars to get me to tell them how to be better readers. As a good reader, I’m picky, there are lots of things in the world that I want to read and I know that I will never have a chance to read it all. This fills me with fear and sadness sometimes. It also means that I start a lot of books that I don’t finish.

When a friend recommends a book to me, I am one of those rare people that actually picks it up and gives it a shot. Since I read about 700wpm in novels, I can risk investing my time in 50 pages of something just to see if it is worth finishing. Often, the book ends up back on the shelf or headed back to the library. I am a chronic book starter, often having 5-7 started books going at once.

Last week, however, I finished one. Now, finishing a book is not remarkable - I finish several books a week. However, I finished this book the same day I started it. I had no desire to dip in and out of this book, I didn’t want to put it down, and I certainly didn’t want to stop reading it all together.

It was recommended by a fellow blogger Shortly after I finished it, being the trendsetter that I am, this friend suggested that everyone read it and is willing to back up that suggestion. I have to admit that I concur.

With The Contortionist’s Handbook, Craig Clevenger has written one of the most compelling love stories that I have read in a long time. It doesn’t read like one from the beginning. In fact the protagonist renders love down to its most biological explanation by describing it as mere endorphins. However, this cynicism is witness to some incredibly gritty, realistic, and heart-breaking writing on the subject of crime, passion and addiction. The ending made me catch my breath and desperately search for closure. This is a novel that is infuriatingly good - the only thing left to do when I finished was to rush out and get his other book.

I am now half way through Dermaphoria, which is unfolding a bit like a dream. Clevenger’s new protagonist has a more philosophical tone (in contrast to the stark realism of The Contortionist’s Handbook) which suits the story and has drawn me in.

You’ll certainly hear more about it when I’m done reading as I love to kiss and tell. Plus, word on the street is that there is hot sex scene coming up.

The talented Lisa Carver has an excerpt of her new memoir featured in Nerve today. She writes about her experience working as a prostitute between tours with her band Suckdog.

I get to change my personality five times a night, stepping into other people’s ideals. I can guess — from a man’s greeting, from his clothes, his eyes — who his dream woman is, and I become her. I take on her bearing, her speech, her interests. It’s a lot like my shows, except I don’t have to come up with my own character or new rhymes.

The comparison between prostitution and live musical performance caught my eye. Carver’s book is billed as a post-punk memoir so it is expected that she would tie these elements together. However, I think there is more to the comparison than convenience. While I have had little peeks into various elements of the music industry through the years, one thing I haven’t been is a musician myself. The idea terrifies me as much as it excites me. That means my opinion on this question has to be taken with a grain of salt.

Still, the analogy seems to pan out at least a little bit. It also tells us that even the most innovative/independent performers, commonly assumed to be outside the realm of commercial influence, feel the impetus to sublimate themselves before the audience. Even when money isn’t the driving factor the imperative to please the audience means that the performer (sexual or musical) has to change themselves to meet someone else’s fantasies.