Subscribers can access nearly 150 finely crafted pieces of short
fiction, nonfiction and erotic and nonerotic poetry, spanning
over the last five years.
You can find my currently published written work out and about
in the anthologies Viscera, The Adventures of Food, Aqua Erotica, Zaftig: Well-Rounded
Erotica, The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, Shameless: An Intimate Erotica and the forthcoming Girl Play and in an upcoming edition of Penthouse magazine. I was nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Bacchor magazine in 2000, and my work has been seen online in my own
publications at Scarlet Letters, Femmerotic and Scarleteen, and in other online publications and sites, including Technodyke, PIF Magazine, Maxi magazine, Cherrybomb, Satin Slippers,
ChickClick, CleanSheets, and Soapbox Girls. My work in writing and publishing has been lauded by such diverse
sources as Adult Video News, CNN, HipMama, The City Pages, Siren, Playboy,
Oxygen, Shift, The Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel, The Industry Standard,
The Boston Phoenix, The Illinois Library Association, and the Kinsey Institute. Some of my pieces have been used in college courses such as at
the University of Wisconsin (Philosophy: Philosophy of Love, Sex,
and Friendship), and at Arizona State University (English: Writing
in Cyberspace).
In a word, I'm pretty handy with my keyboard and my pen. And I
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short fiction: passerby
Mae didn't go to the Lonely Hearts Club because she didn't want
to be single anymore. She actually wasn't exactly single, either,
and Mae didn't go to just one singles club. The Bows n' Beaus
Singles Club in cozy Mountain View, California, the Tennessee
Single-Dingles, the Swing Singles in not-so-swingin' Amherst,
Michigan: Mae had been there and to every one she could find in
between, sitting out the evening with someone or another until
the night sky flirted with sunrise.
short fiction: closer to god
I’ve sat here outside the church now, each day of 20, watching
John carve her face into the pew as they asked him to, and never
said a word, not even to tell how her cheeks were a bit more round,
nose a bit more sharp, lip more full. Never will to none but myself,
not even save God, not even to ask for forgiveness.
nonfiction: Bad Vibes: Women Shalt Not Pleasure in Alabama
(Published in Maxi Magazine, 1999; reprinted at bettydodson.com)
Smell a rat preaching family values who has a tendency to do anything
to support the big white guy in the sky? Here are my scholarly
research notes for the authors of this study. I think I got excluded
because I'm too damn happy, over 21 and female.
nonfiction: Rage of Consent
(Published in Scarlet Letters and Soapbox Girls, 2001)
Over the last hundred years, puberty has steadily begun earlier,
yet we have legally and culturally extended the age of childhood
later and later. Hyper-sexualized imagery of young adults and
teens is increasingly more pervasive and overt, not just in pornography,
but in mainstream advertising. Meanwhile, we criminalize and make
taboo adult/teen sexual interchanges and relationships more and
more.
poetry: hard/soft and homespun
I live in the belly of North America;
my desire has roots here, where my spirit,
my body are at home;
all rumpled, all back-alley-grey, free to roam.
poetry: black crow
It is not the season for growing,
when the leaves are a distant memory
and cold bites like an unkempt dog.
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