Billy Crash asked me to write a piece from a female perspective for Women in Horror month. The result is now live…
It has felt like ages that I’ve wanted to read William Prystauk’s Bloodletting— so I purchased this new edition with great anticipation.
The book description and cover make it quite apparent that Bloodletting merges genres and has its own style: part mystery, part love story, quite erotic, yet all romantic. The character of Denny Bowie and his viewpoint present a man who won’t compromise who he is, brimming with intelligence, counter-culturalism, passion and curiosity.
Denny’s lifestyle won’t appeal to everyone and his fantasies and desires may make some readers squeamish. In the end, Denny merely wants to find the person(s) who accepts him and loves him for who he is.
The mystery combines murder, sex and greed. Prystauk artfully and ingeniously uses multiple techniques to weave a first-person narrative that includes information and scenes that Denny did not witness.
The characters throughout the story never fall flat. Every one of them has a flaw or a trait that builds them as real people and not the stereotypes they could be because of their involvement in the BDSM community.
By the end of the book, I had to know the answer to the mystery and even once that was revealed there was still the emotional denouement of what would happen between Denny and his love interest(s).
I wanted to come to Washington, D.C., to visit my friend, M. I intended to come last weekend but didn’t because of the forecasted snow storm.
My teen wanted to come, but I rescheduled the trip for this weekend and she had school… so I thought… what if we made it a social justice tour in honor of Martin Luther King Jr.
So, I signed her out of school to “explore social justice in our nation’s capital.”
We ended up on the campus of Georgetown University’s Law Center. And had a sandwich nearby where I tried my first pastrami.
I don’t know why I never had pastrami before.
We then attended a rally for Marzieh Hashemi, the African-American journalist and American citizen who lives in Iran and works for the English language Iranian Press. She is also a Muslim convert.
Marzieh recently came home to the United States to visit family when she found herself “kidnapped” by the FBI and transferred to two different detention facilities, where she was not offered halal food nor allowed to wear her hijab.
I had heard Marzieh’s story on NPR’s Morning Edition and saw M posting some updates on her situation on Facebook. When he mentioned a rally and protest today, I wanted to go.
She called her 11-day imprisonment an act of “intimidation” and encouraged all of us to make sure we make a difference with our lives because we will all eventually die.
Meanwhile, my daughter ended up on Iranian TV. See the little blue globe in the photo and the brown haired girl in the jean jacket? That’s my baby.
Check out my YouTube videos of this event:
The beginning of the event:
Marzieh’s son talks about growing up in a home that the FBI raided without reason:
Billy Crash at Crash Palace Productions posted another one of the “Mommy and Me” horror reviews I wrote featuring my daughter.
This time, we look at the original dark farce Little Shop of Horrors and the updated 1980s musical.
Recently (which in my universe means more than a week ago and somehow I didn’t notice), Billy Crash published the latest in our mother-daughter movie reviews on the horror web site, Crash Palace Productions. Please have a look:
I have survived life as a marching band mom one more season, somehow navigated various minefields at work and now find myself car shopping.
During the summer, my beloved Altima and I had what I consider a premature end. My husband bought a car he has wanted for quite some time, a Nissan Juke. He is smitten with it, but I am not.
He recently received a promotion. I am working more and also working more erratic hours. This, when combined with a teenaged daughter, means we may soon become a two car household.
Since I have a car, I am in no rush and I am frugal. I am comparing leasing vs. buying and new vs. used.
And it’s exhausting.
I spent my day off today at two Kia dealerships. And drove various used cars, too.
Since we were staying so close to Petersburg Battlefield, we thought we’d run over and experience some Civil War history before we left town.
If I remember tonight, I will upload a photo gallery. Very. Cool. Place.
The visitors center wasn’t open. We arrived too early in the morning. But the National Park is gorgeous. Sadly, we found a gazillion mosquitoes. So by 9 am I was already providing a hardy breakfast for my insect companions.
The Battlefield has been meticulously groomed to not only preserve the history, but uses tall grass to indicate where various forces stood during battles.
The teens fell in love with the cannons. And we had fun wandering around. Then we saw the ranger raise the flag so we went into the visitors center and watched the movie.
The American Civil War is such a sad period in American history. The aggression among own our people. The race issue. The slavery issue. Our own people tearing our nation apart, destroying ourselves and our resources.
The battles in Petersburg were pivotal to the end of the Civil War, and some of the strategy involved were amazing. During the Battle of the Crater, the Northern Forces dug a tunnel under the Southern camp and filled it with something like 8000 pounds of gunpowder.
The resulting explosion was the 19th century version of a nuclear mushroom cloud.
And the men ran into the deep fiery crater to fight. Might be worth googling. Amazing story.
And then my daughter found a bugle in the gift shop.
She’s wanted a bugle for years.
A real brass Calvary bugle.
So she used her birthday money to buy it.
We had the kids in the car and some munchkins on hand by 7:20. My daughter has already had about a dozen munchkins and has started on candy.
We have taken I-95 through Pennsylvania, Delaware, and Maryland. We should be in Washington DC before 11.
My friend and traveling companion on my overseas journeys, M, has purchased a house in DC. We will be touring it and having lunch with him and some Indian friends. Yeah for homemade Indian food!
We have no real plans for the week. Gayle has made no reservations. Except for having to be in Savannah in Wednesday to be at Juliette Gordon Low’s house. We have reservations for that.