Comics & Games: It’s Friday! (patriotic sex and wargames edition)

This 4th of July week has been really crazy around here, but I won’t get into that now.

Both of my favorite media are still having trouble with gender equality on even the most reductive and basic terms… sigh. Of course, that’s partially the general culture, and there’s been intermittent progress.

Becky Chambers starts an article for The Mary Sue with two simple statistics: “According to the ESA [Entertainment Software Association], 45% of all gamers are women. That percentage stays pretty much the same for the “most frequent video game purchasers,” of which women represent 46%.” So why is the industry still pretending they don’t exist?

Meanwhile, Nicole Marie wrote Women in Comics; Who’s Winning the War? for one of my favorite blogs, Not Your Mama’s Gamer. The short version: if you haven’t been reading Saga, go get it now (if you’re in Orlando, A Comic Shop will give you a money-back guarantee on the first issue), and I need to give Chew a second chance (I read the first issue and shrugged). Progress is slow and intermittent, but at least there are some good things happening right now.

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that the week of the 4th would be a big one for historical strategy gaming (that is, wargaming) news, but I received a couple of announcements this week. If wargaming isn’t your bag, you can skip the rest of this post.

First, Shenandoah Studios, the creators of Battle of the Bulge (one of only two games I’ve rated 5/5 stars for Touch Arcade) is Kickstarting Gettysburg: The Tide Turns, a game about managing your own restaurant and being a short-order cook. No, wait, that’s Cook, Serve, Delicious (an excellent game in it’s own right). Gettysburg is, of course, about the battle of Gettysburg in the (American) Civil War.

Also, Offworld Games recently released Finest Hour, a game about tank engagements in WWII (asynchronous, versus play only). The multiplayer in their Sci-Fi game, Legion of the Damned, impressed me. I’ll be taking a look at this one in my spare time (spare time… that’s a joke, folks).

Strangest Wednesdays: All is Full of Love?

In the year 2132, all the Space Marines are getting the hinies of their powered armor stamped with conjunctions and prepositions. You see “ON”, “IN”, “OR”, the occasional smartass with “THROUGH”, and, more often than anything else, “BUT”.


In the 22nd century, war is fashion.

Meanwhile, in the early 21st century, we’re still struggling to distinguish gender from genitals.

On the plus side, old people love gay sex!


Props to The Anarcho-Feminist (NSFW) for both of the above links.

P.S. Is it too soon to make videogame humor about Edward Snowden’s predicament?

I think not.

CGIF: Chat with Joe McDonagh, Agricola Review, & Mock Girl

This is intended to be the first in a series of “Comics & Games: It’s Friday!” posts on, well, comics (books, strips, graphic novels, manga, webcomics, etc.) and games (board, card, roleplaying, and of course videogames).

Of course, I reserve the right to alter the meaning of CGIF as I see fit and without warning or sanity, so if you get a week of “Computer Graphics & Interactive Fiction”, “CGIF Gives Itself Fits”, or “But That Doesn’t Work as an Acronym At All!”, you will have only me to blame.

It’s been a busy week. Tuesday night, I had a great chat with Joe McDonagh, lead writer and level designer for Card Hunter and a couple of my students:

If you haven’t requested a Card Hunter beta key yet, do yourself a favor and sign up!

On the mobile gaming front, my review of Agricola for iOS is now up at Touch Arcade.

Here’s your out-of-context comics panel:

That’s Terra Snover’s Mock Girl, giving a nod to Terry Pratchett. Not something I’d expected from a webcomic about transgender issues and the mob. Check it out and consider donating: proceeds go to help the creator afford reassignment surgery.

Strangest Wednesdays: SCOTUS? Scot you, buddy!

So, “Strangest Wednesdays” will be for posts about the magic, gender/queer culture, media occultism, Lovecraftiana, surreal fiction, and the surpassing surreality of the “real” world. Oh, and anything else I feel like.

Today, the Supreme Court delivered a vindication to people who believe that queers are human beings, and while everyone’s talking about gay marriage and the fall of DOMA, the really important thing here is equality under the law. That precedent should have a lasting impact on many other issues, including those of the queer communities who may be feeling marginalized today (trans*, bi/pan, etc.).

Note the “should” – it will take a lot of work and activism to make today’s gains count for all.s

Progress can be rolled back: we saw that from the same Supreme Court just yesterday, when they invalidated Article 4 of the 1965 Voting Rights Act. This decision reflects the will of mainstream America to believe that we’ve “fixed” the issue of racism. No, no we haven’t.

So, what’s a progressive to do? In the words of the late Paul Wellstone, “keep fighting, keep marching”. That’s what Wendy Davis did last night. Oh, and laugh. Laugh whenever you can.

Ghost Pepper Mondays: Skirt Sex (NSFW)

Over the weekend, a piece of erotic flash fiction that I’d submitted for an anthology was rejected. It’s not my best work: personally significant, but full of intentional awkwardness and aggressive use of gender-neutral pronouns. In short, probably a poor choice of topic for a flash.

This morning, a colleague sent me a link to an article on the importance of failure to a writer. I’d already decided that, rather than try to shop around that flash, or bury it in shame, I’d just give it to you. Reading Margaret Atwood describe the novel she never wrote has inspired me to do a bit more: I’ve been wanting to commit to blogging several times a week, but afraid of failure.

Heck with that. Here’s the first in what I intend to be a regular Monday feature: Ghost Pepper Mondays, a day for something intensely sensual, in honor of of Naga Jolokia, the hottest pepper on record. Decadent food, strong drink, and sex are all in the offing.

So, with no further delay, I present “Skirt Sex.”


“Do you want to?” she said.

“Yes,” ze replied softly. “Please.”

Taking zir hand in her own, she led zim into her bedroom.

Their mouths met, the shimmery gloss on her lips mingling with the wine-red of zir lipstick.

“You kiss like a girl… is it weird for me to say that?” she ran her fingers through the soft, fine beard below zir full, red lips.

“It’s okay,” ze replied, blushing a little.

“God, you are so cute!” she pulled zim down onto the bed.

“I… can we take this slow?” ze whispered, “I don’t want to rush.”

“You want to do this, right?”

“Very much,” zir voice was husky “I really like you.”

She kissed zim again, and watched as zir eyes fluttered and closed. Their hands began to wander over one another’s backs and sides. It was just necking and petting, but it felt deliciously kinky to her.

Zir hands slipped up inside her t-shirt and she stripped it off, then unhooked and removed her bra. Fingertips grazed up her sides and over the curve of her breasts. She sighed.

She reached out for zir blouse then paused. “May I?” she asked, her hands on the buttons.

Ze nodded in reply.

The white silk parted revealing a chest that was broad, and covered in fine hair, like zir beard. Ze gasped and jerked when she touched zir nipple.

“Are they sensitive?” she asked.

“Ahh, yes.”

Pressing the hair out of the way with her hand, she leaned in and covered that small, hard nipple with her mouth.

Ze moaned as she licked and sucked at it, first gently, then harder.

“Haahh…” ze shivered as she turned her attentions to zir other nipple.

Then she lifted her head to look at zir flushed face.

“Are you ready now?”

Ze just nodded.

She was about to pull her skirt and panties down together when zir hand alighted on her own.

“Wait,” ze said, “can we leave the skirts on?”

In answer, she reached up under her plain brown skirt and pulled off her striped cotton panties.

She heard zir intake of breath.

“Let’s see what you’ve got under there,” she said, pressing zir charcoal pencil skirt up over zir hips to reveal a lacy black bikini brief with a tell-tale bulge in it.

“Roll onto your back,” she said, and ze complied. She pulled off the brief, and ran a finger up the length of the shaft that emerged.

“That’s a nice…” she paused, uncertain, “cock?”

“Sure, whatever,” ze shrugged.

“I want to feel it inside me.” Her voice was low and insistent in her own ears.

“Hold on,” ze said, producing a condom.

A few moments later, she was descending over zim, taking zir cock into her hungry heat. Her skirt fell over them both, veiling their sexes from sight. She moaned as she came to rest on zir hips, and heard an answering whimper from the beautiful creature below her.

She rose and fell over zim, and ze thust zir hips in countertime until pleasure overtook zim. The painted lips parted in a shivering moan as ze came, and she gasped in vicarious pleasure.

Zir hands slid under her skirt to caress her thighs as she rested on zim. Zir fingers, with their short nails and swirly green polish, tangled in her bush, just above her clit. They moved in small circles there, manipulating her in a way that made lights flash and sparks crackle all the way up her spine.

She hadn’t realized how close she was. She cried out as her orgasm rippled through her, and then collapsed onto zir chest.

“Mmmmm….” she mumbled.

“Thank you,” ze whispered.

“You’re welcome,” she replied. “Thank you for the great… skirt sex.”

Ze laughed softly. “Skirt sex. I like that.”

secular internet dreamcatcher

The other day, I saw someone tweet about nightmares and ask for “secular prayerthoughtthingies.” A follow-up tweet thanked the internet. That got me thinking: there is a distinct lack of ritual objects for the secular prevention of nightmares. Fortunately, media occultism straddles the boundaries of the sacred/secular/profane, so I decided to do something about it.


One “secular internet dreamcatcher.” Good for the abatement of nightmares both caused and cured by the interwebs. Not for sacred use.

Froth (NSFW)

Froth is a short piece of erotica that was originally featured in Nikki Haze’s Eat Me 250 Word Challenge. It is here presented with the sketch I did for it that was cut from the Challenge.


Even as Matheus was eating me out in the bathroom of Cafe di Roma, my favorite espresso bar, I was still thinking about milk froth.

I’d intended to take things slow with him, but then he’d ordered the cappuccino. I sat there clutching my skinny hazlenut latte as he licked a crest of full-fat foamed milk off of the top of his drink, his tongue darting out like a cat’s.

“Cappuccino is all about the froth,” he said, then lifted the mug to his mouth and sucked. I watched the meringue-like clouds slide past his full lips one stiff peak after another submitting to that magnetic pull.

I uncrossed and recrossed my legs as he swallowed, his eyes half closing in appreciation as the apple of his throat moved down and back up again.

I pressed my palm down into my lap as he made slow, loving work of the rest of the drink. A spot of foam clung to the corner of his mouth, and when that remarkable tongue of his darted out again to claim it, I gasped.

Abandoning all restraint, he tongued the rim of his cup. I was riveted. By the time he’d finished teasing off every last bit of froth, I was hot, my drink was cold, and the throbbing between my thighs was unbearable.

Matheus gazed right at me with a fox’s smile. Damn, he knew exactly what he was doing.

A few minutes later, I was biting my hand to avoid crying out as his nimble tongue brought me to a shuddering climax. He looked up at me and licked a bit of froth – my froth – from his lip.