New Review of ISO

 

Another review on my book "ISO (In Search Of): Dating, Relationships & Sex for the Discerning Lesbian"...

"Whether you are a 'baby dyke', a newly out older woman or someone who has just been away from the 'dating scene' for a time, this book is an essential tool in your belt. Not only does Ms. Baeli provide thought provoking answers to all those obvious questions we all have, but you might find some information here about scenarios you had never even considered. Read it cover to cover or jump to the section you're most interested in, either way you will come away with plenty to think about. And a few chuckles along the way!"
~Noni Nelson
Australia

New Review of ISO

Random Act of Fiction

The book I am working on now is an expansion project. Random Act of Blindness began as a short story for an erotic publication, grew into a novella, and now, I am expanding it to a full-length novel. This project is dear to me because I am trying to do something that I don't think happens very much in the genre: making a truly erotic story rich with all the elements of any other good novel.

I have always wondered why erotica seems to be sequestered in a dark corner, like a misbehaving red-headed step-child. Why can't we have stories that are interesting, filled with three-dimensional characters, and a plot that keeps you turning pages? Why are erotica and quality fiction so often mutually exclusive? I mean, we all know that we all have sex (unless we don't, and that's another subject). So why do we pretend that sexual activity is not a part of our existence? It is at once one of the most motivating factors in our every day lives. It melts hearts, it wrecks marriages, it defines us, moves us, reveals us, and keeps us in touch with both our humanity and our spiritual selves. So why do we pretend, in our fiction, it is only an afterthought?

Perhaps the crux of the issue revolves around the degree to which we describe our sexual encounters in novels. But then, I have to wonder if this is some atavistic mentality that smacks of our historical shame regarding the sex act itself. I contend that sex is not dirty, unless you haven't bathed.

Another challenge I have found with Random Act is that in expanding a story like this, one can only show the characters having sex so many times before it becomes tedious. It has to become, to a degree, less about the sex, and more about the characters and the story. This precarious balance I seek will no doubt make me a better writer, if I manage to pull it off. It remains to be seen if any publisher finds it a viable and respectable offering in the fiction milieu.

Random Act of Fiction

ISO (In Search Of)

ISO (In Search Of):
The Art of Dating, Relationships & Sex
For the Discerning Lesbian
by
Kelli Jae Baeli

CONTENTS


The Contradictory Art of Being Lesbian
Art Does Not Imitate Life ~ Butch, Femme,
Androgynous or Femepicene? ~ Hide & Seek.

The New Art of CyberCruising
The Misnomer ~ The KISS Method, With Perhaps Not So Much Kissing ~
Sour Milk From the Cyber Teat ~ CyberCruising Caveats ~ CyberCruising ~
Red Flags & Deal Breakers

The Lost Art of Dating
Desperation & Expectations ~ 17 Dates ~ Minding Your Manners ~
Dating Caveats ~ Dating Red Flags & Deal Breakers.

The Applied Art of Relationships
Friends ~ Lovers ~ Partners ~ Friends with Benefits ~
Fuckbuddies ~ Stalkers ~ Understanding Yourself Orientation,
Identity & Behavior ~ The Five C's ~ Relationship Caveats


The Dubious Art of Keeping it Together,
When It's Falling Apart
To Mend or Not to Mend ~ Lesbian Bed Death Boredom, Conflicts
with In-Laws, Finances, Infidelity ~ Listen, Sleep On It, Use Humor
~ Caveats for Relationship Angst


The Stolen Art of Sexual Prowess
Safe Sex & STD's ~ Good Sex ~ Affection ~ Kissing ~
Heavy Petting ~ Digital Penetration ~ Oral ~ Phallic Penetration ~
Fisting ~ Ass Play ~Yes Baby, Tie me Up


An excerpt can be had at my site

ISO (In Search Of)

Back to Sweetness (Poem)

Just you, unresponsive bickering, in your T-shirt and panties. Can you be satisfied? Gliding in, I shove you hard onto the bed. The sky cracks as if slashed by a knife. Let it feast on the air while i feast on you. Binding you with hidden fetters I produce my scissors, cut your cotton off, Partaking of worlds both visible and veiled, Undiluted and unpolluted, you growl at me as I conquer you and your angry fountain, lead you back to love, bring you into sweetness again.

Back to Sweetness (Poem)

32 Hours Slaving Over a Hot Pinch Roller

In an effort to prove myself more than a relationship obsessive, i shall tell all readers that i have spent the last two days doing something other than thinking about sex, talking about sex, or having sex...

After 32 hours of intensive labor, creative juice-flowing, cursing, knob turning, crawling under my desk to attach and re-attach various cords, researching glitches, posting to homerecording.com and existing wholly on sunflower seeds, Hazelnut coffee with Vanilla Carmel creamer and various finger foods....i now have completed TWO whole songs for my EP. This is one of an endless catalogue of EP's i intend to offer up to the Muses as a legacy before my number comes up. It's been too long coming. I've threatened to put my nose to the old pinch roller and get this done since...well since i bought my very first multi-track recorder years ago. But life has a way of interrupting, even when you are one of the lucky ones who don't have to go to the usual day job. But i recognize the intrinsic value of putting my hands and mind and spirit toward creative endeavors; not doing so usually summons up the demons in my head, and the pitfalls in my life.

Later, I'm gonna work on another edit of my recently completed final (i-mean-it-this-time) draft of my latest novel, and maybe paint a picture.

I feel better already.

Now, back to those 32 hours, slaving over a hot Tascam 424 MKIII....

I am, by nature, a fiercely independent sort, and i prefer to be in charge of the entire process of birthing my creative children. My music is no exception. Along with this creative tyranny, i have to take the good and the bad. The bad always seems to be about some equipment malfunction or my lack of expertise in making it function, some doo-dad or gizmo that i have yet to shell out the money for, or simply that dealing with these variables tends to squish my creativity into something that looks like it should be on my windshield. I conquered all of these things, and now am feeling just a little pleased with myself. Although when i listened to the mixdowns today, i naturally found a few things that need tweaking. Something will always need tweaking. It's just good to know when to stop tweaking and wave bye-bye. Let it be let it be let it be.

I'm not at that point of acquiescence, yet.

32 Hours Slaving Over a Hot Pinch Roller

Sex & Love

We say, "Making love" and "having sex."

But it seems to me that love is something you can't "make" because it can't be manufactured. It exists on its own and sometimes without our permission.

Conversely, sex isn't something that just exists as a power of its own--we must pursue it. We make it happen.

Thus, we should say, "Have Love," and "Make sex."

"I'm sorry, we can't meet you at the restaurant, we're Having Love."
"Oh, well, you should just do what i do, and Make Sex."

Sex & Love

A Thang to be Remembered

Betty Thang, a self-confessed lesbian and recent victim of a savage finger-severing, held a press conference today at the Museville N.O.W. Headquarters.

Ms. Thang pointed out... um...revealed--that unlike straight women, the loss of her fingers was not only a heinous crime which took away her guitar-playing career, but also adversely affected her sex life.

A Thang to be Remembered