The Big Book of Orgasms has been out for about a month now, and so far the reception has been fantastic! I’m thrilled to be a contributor to this anthology, one of the 69 (hee hee hee) authors who packed a ton of action into a very short number of words. I won’t spend a lot of time in this post rehashing all the snippets and reviews, but you can easily lose yourself for hours over at the official tumblr.
I will, however, mention a super-exciting tidbit: On January 3rd, I, along with editor Rachel Kramer Bussel and fellow writers Andreas Amsterdam, Jeremy Edwards, Drew Griffiths, Lula Lisbon, Lillian Ann Slugocki, and Suleikha Snyder, will be reading our contributions at the Museum of Sex in Manhattan. If you’re anywhere near NYC, you should definitely swing by! More details can be found here.
If you haven’t picked up a copy of the anthology yet and you can’t wait a moment longer, be sure to leave a comment with your email address on this blog post. Cleis Press is giving away a copy of the book for every stop along the tour, and I’ll pick my winner randomly from the comments section after midnight on Friday. And fiiiiiine, since we’ve come this far, I guess I’ll further tempt you/stoke your fires with a brief excerpt from my story “Opening Doors”. Good luck!
The elevator doors are closing. “Damn it!” I yell, and try to run in my pumps. Just as I’m about to give up hope, it miraculously reopens. The man holding the door for me is wearing a zippered hoodie and baggy cargo pants, a stark contrast to my tailored skirt suit. Several days of stubble peppers his cheeks, and he flashes me a smile.
“Thanks for waiting,” I say breathlessly.
“No problem.”
We begin our ascent. As we pass the eighteenth floor, the lights go out in our small enclosure, and the car grinds to a halt.
“What the hell?” I scream.
“That didn’t sound good.”
“Shit! I cannot miss this meeting!” Time seems irrelevant as the darkness threatens to suffocate me. I can feel the walls closing in on us. Death is imminent, I’m certain of it. I yell for help. There is no response.
“I pressed the emergency button. I don’t know if it did anything.”
My companion is calmer than I am. “We’re stuck?” I try not to hyperventilate. “Great.”
“Claustrophobic, are we?”
“Shut up. You’re wasting oxygen.”