

Does the thought of one woman controlling another woman's mind thrill you beyond measure? Do your favorite dreams come wrapped in latex or rubber? How do you feel about robots? Here I am. I'm waiting.
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If you followed the link in last Saturday's entry to Sci Fi Wire's page of Halloween costumes, you've already seen the image at left here. The author of the article on the SFW page wondered "how she made the tail." Well, dingbat (the SFW author, not you ;-)), "she" didn't "make" the tail. This isn't a costume; it's a painting by an artist named Chio Maisriml, whose work can be found in a subsection of the Beesign website. I've been enjoying his stuff for years now. Here are just a few of my favorites:

Sadly, this isn't the first time a Beesign pic has been taken out of context and/or abused. The pic at left was my first introduction to this artist. I found it on some latex site or other (I'm sorry now that I didn't bookmark it because I can't find it again, and this particular pic isn't on the Beesign website) with the logo attached, just as you see here. Then I rediscovered it on the Hypnopics Collective with the logo removed, some random text added, and the asshole who posted it claiming it as his own work. I dashed off a quick, angry correction in the "comments" section; but the thing had already been up for a year by the time I got there, so I doubt anyone's dropped in on it lately to learn the truth. Oh, well. You and I know, don't we?
...to the sumptuous Kate Winslet for not raving about her on this blog before today. Believe me, I've raved about her many times in other venues. To me, this lady is absolute perfection in any of the various sizes and shapes she's adopted through the years, and I love her soul every bit as much as her body. This is the kind of woman I could marry...and just in case you were wondering, my beloved feels exactly the same. I think we'd make a delightful threesome. ;-)
Just thought you all might like a little heads-up about my next story. Recently, a certain shadowy friend pointed me toward this old Irish legend, and it immediately set my cogwheels churning. I'm a long way from actually writing anything down yet, but I have begun the necessary research and cogitation. So while you're waiting, here's a little question to set your own gears in motion: weren't those mysterious voices that helped Ethna's husband in the legend just a wee bit too convenient?

