I’ve been told I don’t blog much and have to be poked with a stick to do it, so I’ve been poked.
There have been several things going on with me that I haven’t for some reason, haven’t written about, at least not here. I do have a “master’s journal”. Or rather a journal that I write in about with it is I do and how I live and/or want to live in M/s. I am working on another place to write on M/s topics and my journey moving forward with a particular girl. And by girl I mean woman. I haven’t decided yet if I want that to be public.
Some m ay read the things I write and think it’s 50 fucking shades, it’s not. I work for a living, which allows me to pay rent, eat and pay other bills that come with real life.
Here’s an example of real life. I work around books here in NY, and since the book 50 shades has become such a hit and the second coming everyone and their mother and I do mean mother wants to read it. I have to maintain a professional demeanor every time a woman rushes in and ask for the book or to put it on order. I can tell you being asked about this book hours on end is like one of Dante’s levels of hell. I have the same reaction to when woman come to my desk with “urban” books. I can feel James Baldwin , Zora Neale Hurston and a slew of other African American writers rolling in their graves. Any who, it got to the point after hearing hour upon hour of women sounding disappointed about really wanting to read this book that my face cracked, I had a “look”. The woman asked, “what?” and it happened. It was as if I was standing next to myself and I couldn’t stop myself from talking.
“If you want to read a really good book I suggest the marketplace by Laura Antoinu.”
There it was done the constant ringing in my ear from hearing this title had stopped, my lunch had gone back down in my stomach and all was right with me. Out the corner of my eye I could see my other self shaking her head in disbelief, asking “why?” as the woman left I saw another one of myself giving me the thumbs up.
A couple of days pasted and it stuck, my head didn’t feel like it was going to explode when women after women came in to ask for the book. But then tragedy struck.
The woman I had suggested the marketplace came in with a “look”. This wasn’t going to be good. She approached my desk and said in a some what loud voice,
“that book you suggested was discussing, I went to Amazon and read some reviews and what I read was about slavery and BDSM!”
In my head the dialogue was, ah yeah you lonely bitch it is. It’s the fucking bible of BDSM and although it’s fiction it’s hot fiction. It should appeal to you? There’s wealth that’s never explained, naked people being hit with object, and everyone is white.
But instead I said, “I thought you might appreciate it since it is in the same vain as the book you were looking to read?”
I guess it wasn’t, she got her 50 shades and left in a huff. Another woman who was standing to be helped next asked “what book did you suggest?” she went on to say that 50 shades was boring and she barely got past the first chapter. She chocked it up to her age. She said,
“hon, when you get to be my age you can spot bad writing and a boring story a mile away. And if we come to accepting this as smut, I’m ashamed a tree was cut down for it. Now what did you suggest to that woman?”
I tried to explain that the book was something she had to buy, but she would not be deterred, she asked if there was “adult debauchery, in this book?” I went to my desk to get my copy. (Don’t ask.) I let her read the back cover and went on the help the next person. When I turned back around she was gone, and so was my book. I was a bit pissed, since Ms. Antoinu, yep I called her Ms. (which I’m sure she would snort at).Had signed the book for me while we bantered back and forth about signing it in blue ink my favorite and not her favorite purple ink. Any way the book was gone and I had to be okay with that. A week later the same woman walks in and hands me my book, saying,
“now that’s adult smut, I bought the series thanks.”
I’m not sure Ms. Antoinu would agree its smut, but hey another satisfied customer and I still have my day job. If you live under a rock and never heard and or read anything she had written shame on you, keep up with her goings on, on her facebook page .