Auto-tweet appears to be busted again. I'm not sure how long this will last, but it means readers aren't getting my songs of the day in front of their eyes. So I'm going to hit pause on this blog for now. I've scheduled our next song of the day to go live on Saturday. Hopefully the delivery system will be fixed by then, because I have some heartfelt posts coming up. I want people to actually be able to read them. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library. Supporting my AudioErotica endeavour on Patreon would also help me hugely. I'm also an Amazon Influencer, so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through my affiliate links . I also recommend subscribing to my newsletter. I generally e-mail subscribers with a weekly update, and I would ...
This is just the most beautiful song of all time. It's from a new album called " How Do You Feel About Getting Married? " So many albums with great names are coming out this month. I love it. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my AudioErotica endeavour on Patreon would also help me hugely! I'm also an Amazon Influencer, so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through my affiliate links . But you don't HAVE to do any of that. I'm very happy to get a daily visit from you, so just keep coming back. Oh, and I also recommend hitting the "Subscribe" button at the top of the page so you won't miss a son...
The other day, I was so depressed I slept all morning and spent the entire afternoon watching astrological tarot readings on YouTube. One of the tarot readers said something directed primarily at those of us experiencing depression: she said it's useful to wake up every morning and remind yourself that it's a new day. Today doesn't have to be like yesterday. At the time, it sounded overly simplistic, but this morning I woke up with this song in my head and everything clicked into place. I was like oh... she was right... I don't have to believe I'm a useless human just because I believed that yesterday. I can get out of bed, I can get some work done, and I can feel good about myself. It's a new day. This song is even more cloying than I remember it, but I've got a sister who is ten years younger than me, and she had some kind of tape of Sailor Moon songs? I don't know if they were songs from the dubbed TV show we watched or what, but we listened to ...
I've been in horrible pain all day (pardon any typos--thinking and typing are super difficult right now) and I just remembered a rant that's been inside me since last year. So buckle up, I guess. My partner and I listen to a classical radio station he refers to as "the old people channel" because it's very much geared toward older people. They regularly play radio spots from the head of a seniors' organization. Last year the head of this organization did a radio spot condemning the media for its "negative portrayal" of older people by showing them using "walkers and canes." I hear a record scratch in my head, which probably shows my age. But I'm actually not a senior. I'm in my forties. I use both a walker AND a cane (not at the same time). And I would really love to know how using a walker and/or a cane equates to "negative portrayal" of persons in any age category. The only thing I can come up with is that disability = ...
I just finished recording the audio version of Lexi Wood's story called Love for Sale , so obviously I've got this song in my head. The story is about a college student selling her virginity to the highest bidder. She thinks she's in control of the situation until the man with the money takes her to a public park so he can deflower her in front of... Well, I guess you'll have to read the story . Or listen to the audiobook when it hits the market. ;-) If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my AudioErotica endeavour on Patreon would also help me hugely! I'm also an Amazon Influencer, so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking t...
My partner started singing this song the other day (I say "started" because he didn't finish) and I always try not to make any sudden movements when my partner sings. He is so shy about his singing voice and it happens so rarely that when he pipes up, I just keep doing what I was doing. Sometimes I'm singing and he joins in. In that case, I keep singing. This time, I think we were doing a crossword. All I got out of him was "Duke, duke, duke, duke of Earl," but that's more singing than I usually hear out of his mouth. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my AudioErotica endeavour on Patreon would also help me hugely! I'm also an Amazon Influencer, so ...
I was in the mood for a little jump back/kiss myself. Hope you're in a similar mood. Damita Jo Freeman is our robot dancer. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library. Supporting my AudioErotica endeavour on Patreon would also help me hugely. I'm also an Amazon Influencer, so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through my affiliate links . I also recommend subscribing to my newsletter. I generally e-mail subscribers with a weekly update, and I would LOVE to have you on the list. Click here to sign up: http://eepurl.com/R4b11 See you soon! Giselle
This theme was playing on the radio while my partner and I were eating dinner. I hadn't heard the radio host introduce the piece, and I said to my partner, "This is so familiar. What is it?" Apparently he said something. We'll come back to that. I kept eating and then asked him, "It's movie music, right?" He gave me this flat look and then said, "James Bond. It's John Barry music." That's when I realized he had already told me exactly that information and I hadn't heard what he'd said, and instead of asking him to repeat himself, I'd merely nodded. I did all this without realizing it, in the moment. It didn't click that I hadn't heard him. It didn't click that I nodded instead of acknowleding that I hadn't heard him. None of this was conscious. So I guess I'd better book an appointment at the hearing clinic, because the hearing's even worse than the vision, and the vision is pretty bad. I've ...
I just watched an episode of Murder She Wrote that had Robert Goulet in it. Not for long, though. I won't spoiler the episode for you, even if it is from the 80s (and I'm pretty sure it is), by stating or not stating that his character is or is not a murder victim. You'll just have to track it down and watch it for yourself. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my AudioErotica endeavour on Patreon would also help me hugely! I'm also an Amazon Influencer, so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through my affiliate links . But you don't HAVE to do any of that. I'm very happy to get a daily visit from you, so just ke...
I woke up in a pool of sweat at three in the morning. This is not unusual, but last night's sweat far exceeded the amount of sweat I've sweated on previous occasions. The sheets felt wet beneath me. I could not go back to sleep on them. Fortunately, there is a spare bedroom at my partner's house. Unfortunately, I feel guilty when I use it. I feel bad for leaving him alone in bed. But I really had no choice last night. The sheets were gross. I had to go. After I'd spent the rest of the night in the cool, crisp, DRY sheets of the spare room, I heard my partner starting his day. I got up and apologized for abandoning him. He had no idea what I was talking about. He didn't realize I'd left the bed. Okay, so maybe next time I soak the sheets with sweat, I won't worry so much about heading into the spare room. By the way, it's wild writing to you about perimenopausal night sweats while listening to a song that came out when I was in my early teens. I...