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Lipstick and Lust |
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| Love, lust and a dent to the heart, all part of this chapter of Lipstick and Lust | ||
| by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid
- SGN A&E Writer
Ah , the vagaries and whimsies of the human heart-my own and those of others. I won't bore you with the details, but let me just say, some loves should stay in the past, whether they were considered 'concluded' or not. With that, let me also say, as I've said to many clients, while wearing my 'psychic hat' to many clients, love never dies, so there's hope for those who strike out in this life with a lover. Always next life, eh? Yes, indeedy. So, even though my 'funny Valentine' is just a friend now, the lusting for Sue The Marvelous, the Wonderful and my Russian Goddess continues. And yes, we have a ourselves a hot, new playmate who was not only fun to top at a recent night at The Wet Spot, but so much fun to pleasure. Can I say we made sounds a porno film star would envy? Oh yeah! The fun continues, even as my heart mends from a little emotional dust-up. In the mean time, let me tell you about this great place that saved my first time at a Wet Spot Pool Party-oh yes, I've been a very busy Dyke of late-from 'ze beeg crash and burn'. This place not only offers the visitor a chance to sample teas and food from Britain, but has a menu of scrumptious British (I know that sounds koo koo doesn't it, but it's true!) cuisine. My sweetie (the 'other Valentine') and some new friends all took our pool weary selves over to The British Pantry (located at 8125 161st Avenue, N.E., in Redmond) and had a very fine meal of English standards. I was particularly impressed with the delicate flavor of the 'fish 'n chips' I savored and their 'sticky toffee pudding', while my 'valentine' tried the 'ploughman's ' dinner. And hey, there's all kinds of specialty teas (I'm currently enjoying the Welsh tea my honey brought me as a belated Valentine's Day present), 'pasties', candies and a bakery and deli with Devonshire sweet butter and bacon. Try this place and I guarantee you'll rethink your attitiude about English food. I sure have. And what truly marvelous products did I try this last few weeks to tell you all about my sweet little love pidgeons? First, I must sing the praises of Garden Botanika's 'chocolate body souffle' and 'chocolate body scrub'. Just the thing for a crisis of the heart, or a run with 'issues-a-go-go' (both of which happened to yours truly in too short a span of days!), and I also love GB's 'Neptune' eyeshadow, which can be worn wet or dry and looks great either way. I also tried Prescriptives 'Eye Line Cream', which makes you look fresher than dawn, whether you've spent the night weeping over past issues, or squeezing your little peepers shut as you have that fifth orgasm with a new babe. Very good stuff my friends. Finally, do also try the new 'Polo, Black' eau de toilette natural spray. Just the thing for you hot butches out there, who are trying to attract that illusive femme, or maybe another hot butch. Also try my new favorite 'every day' men's cologne (for me, honey!) 'Very Irresistible', which is every bit as hmmmm yummy as the female version, which I also love. Oh yes, and I do love 'Maybe Baby' (don't you just love that name?), by one of my fave lines, Benefit. Get this and the above mentioned colognes and GB stuff at Macy's (who will hopefully be giving their workers what they're asking for, or sweetie you can kiss this activist dough goodbye!). The Prescriptives items you can get at Nordstrom, where the hat of my dreams lives. Ah yes, and to the 'campaign' Mr. Eyman is trying to get started to fight the long awaited Gay Rights Bill, bite me be-otch! We have worked hard and your lame assed efforts is so not appreciated. So take your privileged, white male self back into your little hidey hole and leave right-wing crap like trying to defeat some worthy legislation alone. Another note to Seattle's up and coming dance community. If you want coverage dahlings, send a map with your press release, and don't assume everyone you write is from this little burg of Seattle, and even if a company seems 'green' they might be keeping folks like me from seeing you by letting power go their little pin heads and denying honest writers a simple thing, like tickets on demand. 'Nuff said on both subjects, so on to the next episode of 'Prayerland: The D'I'a'leggj Chronicles' (and yes, this time there will be a pronunciation sidebar for the new, hard to pronounce names and places). Enjoy! 'You need us, you know that,' Shrle's voice was firm, business-like, but Mujouha could also hear the greedy pleasure, and knew that under that calm face, wheels were turning and old hunting techniques, tastes were being rekindled. She sighed, fingered the orb, where more dark things were moving under its luminous surface. How had things progressed this rapidly. Another of Shrle's commanders, his favorite and his lover, from the way the wings at his wrists stood at attention, rushed into Mujuouha's tent, his face dark, his fine features showing anger. 'The Sl'I'th are not responding to The Call&and sir&Figgj&one of our females saw a group of them preparing for a&a..hunt&' Silence fell like a hand, making more noise than if someone had dropped a basket full of feast plates. Mujuoha closed her eyes, a chill touching her through her thick fur. 'Contact The Tribes&tell them&.it's time&.' Now a child, a girl with hair like a gold and brown cloud around her little face appeared in the orb, and a woman was with her. They were singing over a book, laughing, as they watched a baby nearby. So innocent, so foolishly innocent of what was about to come slippery sliding through their dreams into their nearly destroyed world. 'Hey, hey, wake up, come on, hey&' I felt the certainty that I was back in Jai Lin's keep with a firm slap to my cheek. Before the next one could hit, I made my eyes open, grabbed the hand that was about to give me a very good smack. 'You hit me again and we'll really have problems femme.' She held her ground, fist still drawn back and I could see the anger as well as fear in her eyes (which I could now see quite well, without her riot gear on). We'd been stripped, but not naked this time, just down to skivvies-and hers weren't Law issue, unless red lace is what passes for government is approving nowadays. Finally, seeing I was fully recovered (and maybe remembering our little skirmish before the lights went out), she settled down and just sat back, holding her head in her shaking hands. I could tell this one wasn't used to being in charge and I saw something in the way she was trying to keep it together in front of me that resonated. 'Come over here, come on, no more fightin', honest injun,' She scooted her butt across the cold and dirty floor and came into my open arms all arms and angles, before we sorted out who was going to be the butch/rescuer and who needed rescuing here. ' Who the fuck are those guys and why did they bring us here and&' I put my hand over her mouth, not ungently and she looked up at me with that wounded look I knew too well. 'Ssshh&.here, just let me keep you warm, and I don't know who these guys are&well, not exactly&' She crumbled then and I felt her breathing change as she started to cry, fighting it all the way, but fear overwhelming her attempt at being a tough assed butch. 'I"ve only been on the street for a few weeks, mostly cleaning up the alleys of the crags, ya know, an&an..now this&' I let her sob into my chest , feeling very Errol Flynn butch-hero. But, like in the movies, our little 'cuddle moment' was shattered by the sound of high heels that I recognised and a voice I didn't recognise. Then not only was I face to face with the two Mortes, but Jai Lin and some femme I didn't recognise from before. T he femme glared at me, and for no particular reason other than I don't like strangers taking attitude with me without papers, I glared back. One of the Mortes kicked me, and my little 'cop girl' gave him a good fist to the balls. He yelped, then the other one slapped her hard, and kicked me in my gut so fast I didn't even have time to curl against the blow. 'Now, you probably wonder why I brought you back so soon,' I would have said 'no, I wasn't even thinking of that,' but the pain took my breath away, so I just moaned, as did my little 'cop girl' (who'd stopped crying by now). 'My father's&.'she stopped for a moment, turned to the femme, who had started to tremble and was no longer glaring, but looking like Godzilla was bearing down on her, talking in Japanese. 'My father is having a match. It's this thing he likes to do to forget that he isn't head of a multi-national company anymore, just a silent partner in a much more nefarious enterprise&.' She trailed off and the femme buried her head against Jai Lin, and even the Mortes looked a little rattled. 'All you need to know is that I need you&and her&'she moved her head in the direction of 'cop girl', who had sat back up and was staring pure hatred at this little group. 'You will be trained, and you will be put in his &match&fight whoever he sends&kill them&and gain his trust. Buoji and San will get you ready, and remember, they have eyes and ears where you might not imagine such, so no tricks.' And just like that, she left and over the next few days we were fed, watered, and allowed to work out our street fighting skills and taught some moves both of us had imagined doing, but never had the proper teachers or schools, since very little of this kind of thing was being shared with folks like us these days. Hell, we even got to handle some swords, and later, laughing together in our cell, we made up this story that we were captured ninjas, taken by a rival gang to kill their leader so she could free the kingdom, or her people, or some such nonsense. We cuddled, first to stay warm (we may not have been chained like I was the first time, or naked, but this place was anything but homey and warm), then because we liked how it felt and then we made screwed each other like baby Dyke teenagers. And I promised I'd tell Jelly everything when I saw her again. And that I'd stop liking how wonderful the femme cop felt laying beside me. One of the Mortes woke up us up in the middle of me dreaming that me and the femme cop were in the middle of some feast that was going on in Prayerland, the place I'd last met the talking wolves and the very, very nice cat woman. 'Miss wants you, it's time to get ready to meet her da.' The femme cop-I found out her name was Lisa, and that she'd grown up in a 'ject, like me, and hadn't actually been with another woman, but had been fantasizing about one of the other cops, a butch named Marnie-looked scared, but I gave her a little hug and went with the Morte. 'Where is the other one, I told you to bring the other one too,' Jai Lin said something that I was very sure was curse word in Japanese, before she took a small pistol out of her jacket pocket and shot him. That was it, she just shot him and he lay there, blood rapidly pooling around the body like this happened every day. And like before, a little man appeared from nowhere and 'cleaned up the mess' at Jai Lin's request. I felt sick, but I knew it wouldn't do me any good to show it, so I just looked into those rain pool brown eyes and listened to her tell me about how me and Lisa would meet her father, become part of his past time, which was a weekly event called 'mix it up'. Where real people, usually some crags or other 'undesirables' like me and Jelly would be forced to fight for their lives, with only one walking out of the ring. The other one was either killed in the ring, or her father had them killed. Or, we could be sold to him on the 'auction block' (another of his past times), and made to do any number of things, from sexual to things I didn't even want to imagine. And then, after we'd gotten under his skin enough (she assured me, touching me like she owned me, making me remember our time together), I was to kill him in whatever manner I chose. 'Believe me, you'll hate him enough by then, I know&' And the sound in her voice brought me even closer to retching out my guts of the breakfast I hadn't had yet. So, Lisa and I trained, slept in better acommodations, ate very good food, fucked and before I met her father, I slept with Jai Lin again, this time without the drug she gave me before, and this time, with the Mortes two. And after watching them do each other, how puppy like and sweet they were together, and watch Jai Lin take one, then the other, with her strap on, I almost liked the three of them, almost. Then, after days, weeks, (who knew-time in this place had no more meaning than Lisa's desperate hope to escape before 'the auction', she was going there, I was in the 'mix it up') we met her father, Miyaki San, who had been an executive in a company that had run our now defunct government. He had also been funding a few research labs, and buying weapons, bonds, setting up (with a few other international moguls) his own government, one that would have been worse than the one that had recently fallen to shreds and far worse than past dictatorships. This was why Jai Lin wanted me to kill him. She didn't want to live in that world, because she had friends in a few of the radical groups, and a Transgendered lover (the femme I saw her with the first day back), Pisha, who her father would have had killed, if he'd known about her/him. So I 'mixed it up', and later I did things that would have made your average pervert drool (but made me sick to my stomach for days after) with Lisa, and a few girls I knew weren't old enough to have been asked their permission with Jai Lin's 'da'. And before it was all over, I killed a boy just a little younger than Lisa in a game called 'dare', where we took pills from unmarked bottles, swallowed water and waited to see what happened. I lived, a little woozier than I started, he died, because his pills contained something lethal Jai Lin's father's lab had cooked up. Then me and Lisa 'disappeared' back into the alley near my 'ject, courtesy of Jai Lin, to wait for the right time to kill her father, now that we were 'family'. And again, Jelly welcomed me back to our bed, let me cry into her softness until my insides ached and my eyes were too swollen to stay open, so we slept and at first I dreamed nothing, then I dreamed of Lisa, and Jelly and all of our friends, in Prayerland, only this time, there was a war going on and our little girl, Miracle was shooting light rays, or something like them at these dark shapes. And bless my soul, she was winning too. She was winning. 'This is a female? She's kind of pretty ,' Shrle gave his mate a light, but very possessive squeeze to his shoulder. 'Pretty? Pretty? The last I looked, you didn't notice such things,' J'a'vjj pushed his mate's hand away, frowned as he rubbed his shoulder. They'd been having problems of their own, and the latest bad news about the gathering Sl'itj did not ease his feelings of unease. 'Brother, chir'sjjj, let's not, not here, not today,' He looked deeply into his lover's eyes and found softness there, felt his heart melt the same way it had when as nest mates they'd taken their first flight together, leaving the Rohajaj of their parents. Shrle kissed his mate's fingers, then his lips, softly as he prepared for the difficult process that was 'crossing', that moment when the two worlds would meet, and Lisa, who slept, fitfully outside of Dee and Jelly's bedroom, would also know the mystery of Prayerland. He started the familiar song, was glad when his mate joined it too, and felt the girl's mind, saw her walk into the Great Meadow, where they'd first met Dee. ' Wow, damn, wow,' she knew she was dreaming, but Lisa was determined not to care, espcially when she saw the two tall men in long, blue robes approach, felt them as much as heard them singing, and joined in herself glad to be alive, wishing Dee was here to share this moment with. But a little glad she wasn't, when she kissed the first one, felt her soul move around his as if this were the most natural thing in the universe, even if the wings were something her consious mind told her couldn't possibly be real anywhere she knew. So, there you are my little chocolate bunnies, hope you enjoyed it too. And if you're all turned on, (like I am, but not from writing this story, honey, though that helped!) go online to betsy@heartcrackedopen.com and order the dvd version of the film that premiered a few years ago at the Lesbian and Gay Film Festival. Betsy Kalin, co-director of the film told me that this version also includes some 'extras', including longer versions of the 'fire breath orgasms' of Annie Sprinkle and Pamela Madison. Sounds worth ordering to me, so do it! And e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com, but whoever the nutjob is who's sending me all of that delicious spam, get a damned life! Buhbye! |
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| FINALLY, A LITTLE HELP WITH PRONOUNCING THOSE NEW WORDS IN 'PRAYERLAND: THE D'I' | ||
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| by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid
- SGN A&E Writer
Hi there, happy campers! So, the story you're reading has a publisher looking to help yours truly get just a bit closer to 'me plan'-you know the one where I'm moving to the country, with a hot wife (or just a regular lover, being I'm 'poly'), horses, chickens, my lovable (and crazy) cats, goats, lots of room for parties, and such. I'll keep you posted on all the natty details and let you know when the booksigning par tay is to happen, so you'll be invited my six or seven readers! For now, here's how to pronounce some of those words you've probably been going 'huh?' over. First, a little 'backstory' if you've joined the story late. The story is set in Seattle, in 2013, and everything has fallen apart after the federal and local government (due to corruption, war, etc.), have cut funding for all social programs and the few wealthy left, have all moved into walled-off dwellings (the condos of the future), called 'The Fortresses of Light', and the police force-now that there aren't any government funds, roam the streets in a rag-tag band that terrorizes the poor, the mentally disabled, (called 'crags'), and in all ways serves as a militia, answering to no one but the highest bidder. The 'alternate world' of 'Prayerland' (called 'P'jeGa'liiith-pronounced 'Pah ahh ahh Yu') appears in the dreams of the main character, and later in the dreams of the femme cop Dee meets and Dee's adopted daughter's dreams. So, on board thus far? Good! There's more to come and believe me, it may not be pretty, but it's going to get really exciting, so stick around. More pronunciations. The wolven characters (current co-rulers with the Feline clan), 'Cajaar'-(K' ahr), Gorosh ('Geej'), Mujouha (Mo wha), Gjoelee, (Geej). And the place they stay is called a Sthllei (seet), and the priestess, Mujouha's title is, Oebejoele (Obahj), and the race is called the D'I'leggj^ (day zhoo). Our Feline 'bad girl' is Y'aagee (Yiaj).and their Prime is Gyrrvin (Geeya), and Moolu is the friend of Y'aagee (Mu loo). Our up and coming villains are the S'I'eelt (See gee), and Avian clan are called the Gyrr (Grey), and Shrle (Shay) is their leader and they live in caves called Rujuouats (Rues). So, I think that about sums it up for now. Keep reading and do e-mail me your thoughts (or congrats on the story going 'big time' soon!) at ijanaral@yahoo.com . Cheers |
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