MODERN TRASH

EROTICA IS USING A FEATHER, PORNOGRAPHY IS USING THE WHOLE CHICKEN.
Isabel Allende

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

WEDNESDAY'S PHOTO OF THE DAY

Take a leap...


Photographer: David Roth
location: Vancouver, BC
website: http://cargocollective.com/davidmadeapicture
flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/david_roth/

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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

TITILLATING TUESDAY - A CLOUD OF HAWTHORNE

CHAPTER EIGHT
Henley had not planned to head in the other direction the afternoon of the hunt. In fact, he looked forward to riding out with the rest of the group, and was happy to have his cousin, Wesley, along to ride with him. Although he and Wesley had entertained the idea of taking a slight turn off the beaten path so they could ‘accidentally’ find themselves at The Pig’s Prattle for a pint, they had finally decided against the idea, for Proberta’s sake. So Henley was quite surprise when his horse had spooked at a fallen tree beside the trail, and had taken off through the forest in a westerly direction. Henley, for his part, did not attempt to rein him in, which is how he eventually landed directly in front of Rosetta’s hut. 
When he arrived, she was nowhere to be found. Henley tethered Gaspar to a nearby fence rail beside a meadow rich with green alfalfa, where he was happy to graze to his heart’s content. Then he took off in search of Rosetta.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Music Monday

I'm going to start this week off with a disco legend...

Friday, February 24, 2012

FLASH FICTION FRIDAY

Five words chosen randomly from Thursday's post to create this 50 word story.


cheap, soldiers, popular, option, rubber

Nothing is cheap - popular, yes, a passing trend, perhaps. She closes the real estate guide, puts on her rubber boots and ventures out into the downpour. What ever happens, moving to Tanzania is not an option. The rain is getting to her, but she soldiers on.


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madlakepages@gmail.com, and I'll use it for a FLASH FICTION FRIDAY. Who knows, you may receive one of many prizes kept in the Madison Lake cache. 

Thursday, February 23, 2012

HISTORY OF SEX: Part 6


Children are wonderful, they pass on our legacies, and bring joy into our lives. That said, we don't always want to conceive every time (or even any time) we get busy.  That is where some great inventions come in...

The condom has been around since at least the 15th century, when they were made of linen soaked in chemicals and allowed to dry.  Ouch.  Condoms were the privilege of the upper classes, due to cost and education, and were first invented to protect from syphilis.  The Catholic Church first raged against them in 1605 when men began using them as contraception.  The United States and almost every European country was against condoms for two reasons: first, contraception was seen as an evil and second, venereal disease was seen as a just punishment for sexual transgressions.  
After rubber became a cheap option, condom use skyrocketed.  Even though the first rubber condoms were as thick as a bicycle tire (!), they were hugely popular, especially with soldiers.  Governments provided condoms for soldiers and saw STD rates plummet.  Condoms were being used by over half of sexually active men in America and were the most popular method until the Pill came along (and we'll learn more about THAT in a later post).  Still, condom sales increased steadily and new technology comes out every year...now there's the female condom, customized condoms, plastic condoms, pre-teen condoms, ribbed condoms...what could be next?  Condoms with laser light shows?

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

WEDNESDAY'S PHOTO OF THE DAY

The body's song...



Photographer: HyeJin Song
location: London
website:  http://hyejina.tumblr.com/

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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

TITILLATING TUESDAY - A CLOUD OF HAWTHORNE

CHAPTER SEVEN
Edith Hornbrook dipped the dry biscuit in her tea and nibbled on the moistened end. A lovely assortment of smoked ham, eggs, scones with marmalade, fresh fruit, and local cheeses were spread across the linen tablecloth in front of her, but she wasn’t hungry. In fact, the sight of it made her stomach turn. On the other hand, Wesley’s appetite was heartier than ever. Taking a swallow of his milky tea, he consumed the last of his scone with marmalade and ham, then heaped another serving of everything onto his plate. Although not as gregarious an eater, Proberta, nonetheless, appeared ravenous. Edith couldn't avoid noticing how the two of them chatted breezily, stealing glances that seemed to show more than just a brother and sisterly affection. This perturbed her greatly. Meanwhile, Henley II had yet to make an appearance.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Music Monday

I'm finally ready to listen to Whitney again...

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Wednesday's Photo of the Day

Eat your heart out...



Photographer: Sarah Gilbert
location: Portland, Oregon
website: http://www.flickr.com/photos/cafemama/

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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

Cloud of Hawthorne

CHAPTER SIX

Proberta was furious. She paced back and forth in front of the roaring fire Beckworth had built in the drawing room fireplace. After days, even months, of putting up a stoic front regarding her Henley, she now did nothing to hide her indignation. She had been stood up.
Wesley walked over from the bar carrying a crystal glass filled with sweet sherry.
“Here you go, my dear Proberta,” Wesley said, handing her the glass. “This will warm your spirits. Drink up.”
“You’re a fool to think a mere sherry will warm my spirits,” she said sharply. Nonetheless, she tossed back the wine in one gulp, then handed the empty glass back to a stunned Wesley. He returned to the bar, uncertain whether to refill her glass. Proberta watched him go, then quickly grabbed and drank a glass of champagne from the tray that Randolph was passing around. When Wesley returned, she seemed to have softened.
“Thank you, Wes.” She quickly took the glass from him, this time taking a small, albeit significant sip. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I really shouldn't have done that when you’ve been so kind to me.” She took another gulp of the sherry. “I’m just fed up with that cousin of yours.” She moved closer to Wesley so that her arm brushed against his hand. “Yes, I think I am feeling a tad bit warmer after all,” she giggled. “Oh Wes, you do understand women, don’t you?”

Monday, February 13, 2012

Music Monday

One of my favorites for Valentine's Day Eve...

Friday, February 10, 2012

FRIDAY'S FLASH FICTION

Fifty words using five words from Thursday's The History of Sex: Part 5 


It wasn’t that being pleasured was her problem. She had long ago realized her libido was more than most people would have expected from someone so plain, but there were no borders when it came to sex. She would go down in history as a legend in her own right. 


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Thursday, February 9, 2012

HISTORY OF SEX: Part 5


Hordes of young lovers.  Porcelain dildos.  Death by horse?

There are few female historical figures with as many sexual urban legends as Russia's Catherine the Great. One of the first was that she had her lover, Gregory Orlov, kill her husband, Peter III, after she staged a coup d'├ętat.  Orlov apparently hoped that she would be so grateful that she would make him her co-ruler but alas, he was to be disappointed.

After a long term relationship with Gregory Potemkin, Catherine had a series of lovers who were usually 20 to 30 years younger than her.  Potemkin, possibly the best ex-boyfriend ever, would hand-pick young noblemen he thought would pique her interest.  When Catherine tired of a young lover, she would grant him a hefty pension and a nice chunk of land.

Legend has it that Catherine was so enamored of one lucky lover's penis, she had it cast in porcelain so that she could enjoy it any time she wanted.

The most prevalent urban legend about Catherine the Great is know by even the most history-illiterate fool...that she suffered either a heart attack or stroke whilst being pleasured by a horse.  There isn't enough room in this post to rant about the misogyny and ignorance that has perpetuated this myth but rest assured, historians are in agreement that this did NOT happen.

Catherine ruled over one of the largest empires in the world, abolished serfdom, expanded Russia's borders, and had a steady stream of pretty young things in the bedroom.  Not too shabby.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

WEDNESDAY'S PHOTO OF THE DAY

Shake it off...


Photographer: David Roth
location: Vancouver, BC
website: http://cargocollective.com/davidmadeapicture
flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/david_roth/
model: Amy

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Tuesday, February 7, 2012

CLOUD OF HAWTHORNE

Chapter Five

Edith waited on the front porch of the mansion for the group of young people to make their way to the stables in preparation for the two o'clock hunt. Neighbors had gathered around the large red barn as Rodney and Sykes, the two stablehands, brushed and tacked the horses before guiding them out to their prospective riders.
Dressed in proper fox hunting attire; beige breeches, tweed jacket, tightly buttoned pastel shirt, brown leather gloves, and bowler helmet, Henley stood proudly beside Gaspar, his ten year old gelding. His brown field boots, already crusted in mud from trying to calm the horse, spoke volumes. Henley and Gaspar loved the hunt, and had since the time they were fourteen and three respectively, when they were both taken out for the first time. Young Henley had basically helped Sykes raise and train the colt, which was foal to one of his father's best brood mares. Henley remembered the difficulty he had convincing his father that he should have the horse. The horse, his father argued, was too small to race, his stance and coloring not good enough for breeding, but Henley was determined, and his father finally relented.
Next, Rodney brought out White Socks, a deep brown quarter horse with white hooves, who stood seventeen hands high. White Socks was determined as much as frisky, and was a favorite for Wesley when he came to visit. Becky, a gentle but eager filly, was presented for Proberta to ride.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Music Monday

Happy Monday everybody!  With Valentine's Day only a week away, I thought I'd start setting the mood...

Thursday, February 2, 2012

HISTORY OF SEX: Part 4

My latest story, A Cloud of Hawthorne, is a good, old fashioned steamy bodice-ripper and it made me think...how did lovers communicate in the age before telephones, emails, or texts?  How would a gentleman (or scoundrel) know when to make a move?  How did a lady know if the object of her desire fancied a roll in the hay?  Servants could be indiscrete, what was one to do?

There were two methods depicted in fiction, though it is not known if they were actually used in real life.  One was slipping a note to a lover in a bouquet of flowers.  It was common for women to carry bouquets at social events and it would be easy to hide a small note in there.  William Thackeray used this method in Vanity Fair when Becky Sharp and George Osbourne think about running away together.

The other fictional method was fan language.  Several books and stories have women communicating their desires via hand-held fans.  If a woman walked away with the fan in her right hand, covering her face, that meant the man should follow her.  If she fanned herself slowly, it meant she was married but if she fanned herself quickly, she was engaged.

One method of communication that has documented proof was flower arrangement.  Every flower had meaning and could be used to send messages.  The rose had a meaning for every flower, state of bloom, and quantity.  Yellow roses indicated infidelity on the part of the giver and a rosebud was a sign of love.

Sounds a lot more fun than sending an "I <3 U" text.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

WEDNESDAY'S PHOTO OF THE DAY

Passionately purple...


Photographer: Lillie Louise
location: Victoria, B.C., Canada
website:  http://www.lillielouisephotography.com/
blog: http://www.lillielouisephotography.com/blog/


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GRAFFITI BLEU; POET, MUSIC MAN, AUTHOR EXTRAORDINAIRE, AND MADISON LAKE'S MODERN TRASH

COLLABORATE!

WHEN THE SYNERGY OF TWO AUTHORS COLLIDE, A NEW STORY IS TOLD. WITHOUT RISK, LIFE IS STAGNANT.

Thank you, GB, King of collaboration!

EPISODE SEVEN FROM GRAFFITI BLEU'S INFAMOUS SIMONY CHIAVARY:

click on the tab GUEST #33 at the top of the page to read the full episode.