Bigfoot Erotica Still In the News!

It’s not every day Bigfoot makes it into national news, and I’m going to take every advantage of it. Well, not every, because it did occur to me to throw together a new story and release it this week, but I don’t think I’m going to do that. But I’m still reading the news stories as they come out. It’s surprising me how many different angles journalists are finding.

In this article, Lux Alptraum argues that, by talking about Bigfoot erotica in regards to Denver Riggleman, we are diminishing the gravity of the other claim that has been made against him, which is that he sympathizes with neo-Nazis. I think there’s something to this. Because it really isn’t bad to enjoy a little monster erotica. No one is harmed, as long as the monsters are fully sentient and imaginary. To me, it wouldn’t be a reason not to vote for a person.

On the other hand, being a Nazi sympathizer is definitely a reason not to vote for someone. Do I need to explain why? It’s pretty weird, because those people have historically not been in favor of sexual freedom. I haven’t researched Riggleman, because I have no vote in the race he’s running in. But, wow, people, please choose carefully when you vote.

Then check out my story about an ultra-right militia occupation, and a little fun they have with Bigfoot.


Bigfoot Erotica In the News

HILLSIs truth stranger than fiction? Well, I will maintain that my monster erotica story “Bigfoot Bangs the Militia” is still stranger than the truth in the news today, though the news is, amazingly enough, approaching the story. You may have heard that in Virginia’s congressional race, Dem candidate Leslie Cockburn has accused GOP opponent Denver Riggleman of cozying up with neo-Nazis. Her new contention today is that he also is a fan of Bigfoot erotica. He had some material on Instagram that indicated he intended to release a book entitled, “The Mating Habits of Bigfoot and Why Women Want Him.”

I have so many thoughts about this story. First, why do only women want Bigfoot? Bigfoot has a lot of love, plenty to share with men as well as women. Second, enjoying monster erotica needn’t be a cause for shame, though being stupid enough to show it on a public Instagram page might be reason to question the candidate’s fitness for office. We will leave that to the voters. My third thought is, it’s too bad the Bigfoot hunters interviewed for this article in the Washington Post are so down on Bigfoot erotica. They might lighten up a bit and take any publicity as good. We’re all on the same side, guys.

Lastly, I’d like to point out to those who are interested in Bigfoot, the extreme right, and monster erotica, that my story “Bigfoot Bangs the Militia” weaves together all these themes. For this story, I really tried to get into the heads of some rightwing activists. If nothing else, I’m sure you will find that this story is like no other, and if I say so myself, it’s more fun than politics.


An incredible sculpture garden lies on the expansive lawn of Kansas City’s Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. I had lots of feelings about many of the pieces, but Ursula von Rydingsvard’s statement struck me: “I am drawn to that part of the world where manmade walls erode in a way where there is no longer a strict line between that which man has made and that which nature has made.” Oh Ursula, so am I. That’s what Crea DelRand monster erotica is all about, the dissolution of boundaries between the wild and the civilized. I wonder if she likes monster erotica?

The sculpture she was talking about is called Three Bowls. Despite my imagined kinship with von Rydingsvard, I found her piece to be singularly not sexy. Some of the Henry Moore works were quite a bit more suggestive, which amuses me, as my parents were big fans, and I wonder how my mom would’ve responded had I said, Hey, that sculpture called Sheep Piece looks like a couple of sheep, you know, getting it on.

Let’s take inspiration and beauty wherever we find them, in high art or in cheap, sensational erotica. I love it all.


Special Deal on Holiday Shifter Story!

Santa Shifter, a story about a visit from Santa the shapeshifting reindeer shaman, is on sale now, until Christmas. It’s a Kindle Countdown Deal, which means that the sooner you buy, the better the price. Better hurry.

And Merry Christmas, monster erotica lovers. It’s the holiday I celebrate, though I’m equally happy to celebrate Solstice, or Yule, or any other holiday that you find meaningful.

Sharing One’s Gifts

It was Thanksgiving Day, and, as always, my efforts to ensure that I had everything I needed to prepare my contribution to the meal didn’t quite succeed. I had the pumpkin, the sugar, the flour . . . but when I opened the drawer to get wax paper for rolling out the pie dough, there was an empty space.

I went to the local dollar store, and made a point of thanking the man behind the counter for working on a holiday. He said he was happy to be working for time and a half. A young woman checked out before me, buying two boxes of macaroni and cheese mix. The cashier gently teased her. I said, “Looks like somebody needs an invitation.” She just smiled and looked down. Obviously this would have been the moment to extend such an invitation, but I found myself unable to speak. What would I say? My family really would welcome a new friend, but she wouldn’t know that. How would I word an invitation to sound welcoming, casual, and fun?  I always botch these things. I talk to strangers frequently, but often as not I inadvertently insult them. And it wouldn’t be, “Come to my house,” but “Come to my in-laws’ house 30 miles away.” Would I offer her a ride? The car isn’t big enough for three adults and two children. Give her directions? It was too complicated, and I couldn’t get the words out before she was out the door.

I chided myself on the way home. Why am I so bad at these things? My mother-in-law wouldn’t have hesitated to invite someone to Thanksgiving dinner. She’s much better than I am at things like that, and she reaches out a lot. That was one of her great strengths as a preacher. But it’s never been mine. It occurred to me that maybe I’m just not meant to do this particular action. I guess if the Goddess had intended me to bring people spontaneously into my home, She might have made me better at it.

Do our abilities point the way to action? May I be forgiven for failing to invite a person alone on a holiday to come to my home, if I commit myself to what I’m good at? And what would that be? Writing formula-defying, unsalable, perverse erotica.

So that will be my promise to you, dear readers, in the next year. I’ve taken a year off, but in 2018 there will be new monster erotica. It’s my Divine calling.

Monster Erotica and the Dissolution of Boundaries

My research indicates that monster erotica readers have wide interests, and the sexually-oriented media they consume crosses genders and orientations without a second thought. We already know they read stories about sex between sentient species. Surely monster erotica readers do not agree with the sexually intolerant, repressive rhetoric that the extreme right is so fond of spewing. So, while I usually avoid politics here on my blog, I’m going out on a limb today.

The US presidential election really threw me for a few days. I wasn’t entirely happy with the choices, but as an erotica writer, I’m particularly appalled that we’re going to have that man as our President. And that other man as our Vice President.

Hateful, intolerant rhetoric is more than ugly words. It instills fear, and encourages people to close up, hole up, shut down. As the election illustrated brilliantly, vilifying groups of people goes hand in hand with building walls.

In contrast, my highest goal is the dissolution of boundaries. Let the imagination flower across all lines, and traverse every verge. Let there be mingling of every disparate desire and thought. Let love seep through every blockade. Let whatever divisions the mind seeks to hold be revealed to be illusion.

How can this happen in a time of blatant demagoguery? Of unabashed dehumanization of the other? Of unprecedented polarization?

It occurs to me that now, more than ever, the world needs monster erotica.

And so, for the greater good, all my Amazon titles will be free over the next few days. Check my author page to see which ones are free from day to day. Please help yourself to any story you haven’t read yet, and let the boundaries within your own consciousness be dissolved.

shaman-santas-giftAlso, look for my new title, Santa Shifter, on Black Friday. It’s still under review at Amazon, but will probably be available for pre-order tomorrow or Wednesday.

Thank you all for being with me in these challenging times.

Shapeshifting Reindeer Shaman Santa

It’s too long to be the title of my upcoming Christmas monster erotica story, but you get the point. I’ll tell you here when I arrive at a better title. Till then, enjoy this excerpt.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing? You don’t belong in here,” she said. Of course she didn’t really think that animals could understand human language, but how else should a person talk to an animal? “Outside, that’s where you belong, out in nature,” she said, gesturing toward the door behind the creature. He peered at her with black eyes. How unusual, she thought, for an animal to look a person in the eye. The deer held her gaze. She almost thought he might be trying to tell her something.

His nose twitched. It was black and shiny, moist. He stepped a bit closer. Jane was afraid to move. The animal’s head was close to her face now, sniffing intently. He was examining her, she thought. She wondered if she measured up to the deer’s expectations for a human.

He had white fur at his upper chest, and Jane was strangely reminded of the soft hair on the chest of the man in her dream.

Wind was blowing in through the door. She needed to do something. The deer was already fully in the living room, stamping snow off his legs onto the ratty carpet. Could she call someone, the sheriff, maybe? Her phone was in the kitchen next to the garage door. She edged backwards to the door, then turned around to grab her purse. In three seconds she had the phone in her hand, back in the door between the kitchen and living room. And there was no deer. Where in this little house could such an enormous creature go in three seconds?

Standing where the deer had been was a man.