About

I write. A lot. Quite a bit of what I right is outside the expected output for the demographics that I should, but don’t, fit. Quite a bit is erotica, and not just ‘plain ol’ erotica’. No. I write mostly MM with some MMF added here and there.

For those who may not know, MM is man-on-man. Right, two dudes. But sometimes they get frisky and it’s MMM or MMMM or MFM. Almost never FF. Why? Frankly because I can’t stand the usual words for the parts of the female body that one must write about if there’s a woman/lady/chick/bitch/whore involved. I shudder at most terms, and not an ‘oh god, there, yes just like that’ shudder. I’d rather write ‘cock’ than ‘pussy’ any day.

[Note: that is write and not interact with. I’m proudly pansexual. I honestly don’t care about gender. Male, female, somewhere in-between, uncertain, fluid — it’s all the same to me. And no, that does not mean I have no standards. It just means my standards aren’t gender-based.]

There’s a lot of deep thought and philosophical discussion and sociological commentary to be had over the notion of slang terms and gender bias.

Why do I write at all? Quite frankly, I don’t understand the question. I write for the same reason I breathe. Because if I stop, I die. There’s the nutshell. The nut is this: my soul needs to be creative and without the act of creating, it shrivels and withers and concentrates its sugars and ends up a minuscule bit of pea-gravel right where the deepest, most open, lushest part of me should be. I have to write. I cannot do without it. I can not-write, which is very different than not writing. There’s another philosophical/sociological/psychological topic.

But the bottom line is I’m a word junkie. Hooked. Addicted. In the worst way. For a long time I was crammed into a detox program, told I should be concentrating on church and family and home and let that foolishness go. And I stupidly did just that. OK, the family part, at least as far as my kids go, that wasn’t stupid. Know what ‘detox’ did for me? Convinced me I was even more deformed and worthless than I’d thought to start with. Finally I left the world of “you aren’t, you shouldn’t, you can’t” and came back to “I am, I can, I will, I do.” Limitations no longer based on someone else’s idea of who and what I am, I started writing again, with a pen dipped in a bottle of ‘up yours’ and blotted with ‘if you don’t like it, fuck you very much.’ (Thanks to Nya Rawlyns for that little gem of a phrase.)

However that doesn’t mean I’m cold and unfriendly. It just means I no longer curl up on the big boss’s lap and take dictation, hoping he’ll remember my name after he zips up again. Yeah, that’s done. Who’s Big Boss? The ex. The god. The real-world bosses. The ‘there, there, sweetie, we’ll take care of everything for you’ politicians. The grave-voices of father, grandmother, teachers, all the others whose calling in life was to squeeze the juice out of me for their fetid wine and leave me the skins and squashed pulp of what I might have been. Those guys, I’m breaking free of (will I ever be truly free?). People who want to hang around, walk beside me, maybe get a bit tipsy or high with me — those folks are very welcome in my life. Start a dialogue with me if you’re one of those people.

3 Responses to About

  1. Marta says:

    Hi Suzana

    I read your introduction in the website, it is really an excellent one.

    I am very glad that you were able to “deprogram” yourself of all that utter rubbish that society keeps on hammering on each one of us day after day, until we are too tired to keep on fighting it.

    You are absolutely right, why is it that there is always somebody, self-electing himself to impart on the rest of us guidelines of all sorts, that of course, neither one of us requested, needed or wanted.

    Sad but true, between politics, religion and the opinionated, we are forced to live lives that have nothing to do with our real needs or preferences.

    Should we consider ourselves cowards or simply indifferent, but then again is from our indifference that this morons gain power.

    I have read one of your books “Bitter Moon – (Fallow Moon Series Book 1)” it brought many memories back, especially the grandfather figure, and it’s true, no matter how long ago he left, his memory will always be with me, as he was my first friend, teacher and above all partner in crimes of the best kind. Sadly, when I wanted to read “Stygian Moon – (Fallow Moon Series Book 2)” it was “unavailable” in all the publishers that I tried, perhaps you could let us know where to find it.

    Having said this, I wish you all the very best and hope (truly hope) that you keep up with your writing and your convictions as they stand in your website, it’s nice to know that somewhere in this planet there is a kindred spirit.

    With kind regards
    Marta

    • suzanawylie says:

      Marta, thank you so much for this. It means a great deal to me when someone enjoys my work. When I originally published both books, I did it as an indie author, I’ve since signed a contract with Hot Ink Press, and they’ve reissued Bittermoon. Stygian Moon is due to be released on December 9th. I’ll be updating the links as soon as I have them, and I’ll put the link in another reply to your comment, so you’ll be sure to see it. If you enjoyed the book, a review would be most welcome. Be sure to use the new link for Bittermoon (http://smarturl.it/Bittermoon-Amzn) since the indie edition is no longer available either. The third book, Fallow Moon, is complete, still in edits, so I have no release date for that one yet.

      Again, I very much appreciate the comment and am glad you enjoyed Bittermoon.

  2. Hi,

    I’m Tokoni, A student and poet. Its nice to meet your I’d like to invite you to my blog, http://www.insanitybeautiful.wordpress.com if you’re interested. Thanks!  

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