Saturday, December 26, 2015

DAMN, THAT'S HOT EROTICA 4 - Fun and interesting interview with Meg Amor!

DAMN, THAT’S HOT EROTICA 4 FEATURED AUTHOR — MEG AMOR

Thanks to John Tucker for organizing this event and asking such damn good questions! :)
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We’re gearing up for the Damn, That’s Hot Erotica 4 event on Facebook from January 11th to the 17thwith this series of Provocative Interviews with every participating author. In these blog posts you’ll learn about the writers, their naughty offerings, and read their responses to offbeat questions that display their wit, outrageousness, and the sexy imagination that befits a person who deals with the steamier side of Literature.
Today’s Featured Author — Meg Amor !!!
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THE BIO
Meg Amor is a multi-published contemporary author and has always believed in love and romance. She writes deep, sensual, romance stories about heartfelt connections and deep soul relationships. Meg feels that passionate sex, as well as her characters inner workings–their vulnerabilities, emotions, and thoughts–are what make a love story exciting and real. She loves to write sensual, erotic romance, with committed poly, and gay male/male relationships.
Meg hand-wrote and “published” her first book when she was eleven about her parent’s separation. Constantly told as a child she had a vivid and (over) active imagination, the dawn of the computer era meant she could now take dictation at speed from the interesting characters galloping around her head.
She grew up in New Zealand, and temporarily lives in California with her American fur children: Leo Ray Jr., and Mr. Beaumont, the Ginger Ninjas. Her heart and soul are split between her American home state of Hawai’i in Kona on the Big Island, and the sultry, steamy Southern city of New Orleans. Nearly all her books are set in Hawai’i or New Orleans, along with snatches of New Zealand for good luck.
Meg’s a gypsy at heart and loves to travel all over the world. She has a love of open cockpit biplanes and the gentle waft into the air from a grass strip. Given a choice, she’d eat out most nights. Fine dining, French, Fusion, Afghani, and Burmese food are some of her all-time favorites. But her favorite junk food is New Zealand fish and chips cooked in pure fat. Never one to do things by halves, she believes in the motto “Amor Vincet Omnia”–Love Conquers All.
THE Q & A
Which one of your fictional characters would you like to do the nasty with?
MA — Um, all of them.  :-D  But in particular, Henry and Charlie from Henry and Isolde. If I could roll those men into one body, it would be perfect. Or maybe I’d just like both of them. There’s a reason I wrote m/m/f, after all. Although, I have to admit, I haven’t explored that one too deeply within my own psyche. LOL. Henry is slow and smoldering. Charlie has a raw sexuality which oozes off the page. I want both.
Who’s your most exciting character and who would play them in the movie?
MA — I think Charlie is, in Henry and Isolde. He’s got serious raunchiness and sensuality to him. His personality is larger than life. I can see Benjamin Bratt as my Charlie.  Next up, Danny Lucerno Jr. in Hawaiian Orchid. Willy Cartier the incredibly sensuous, sexy, sultry French/Vietnamese/Senegalese model and artist is Danny to a T. Smoldering!! Good lord, that man…
Which Naughty Historical/Literary Person/Character would you most like to have dinner with?
MA — I think Oscar Wilde. He was one of the great eccentrics who I always admire enormously. He once walked a lobster down the street on a leash. I mean… you can’t make that stuff up. He was wildly free in many ways and that is hugely appealing to me. Also James Baldwin, who was a very sensuous man and saw our sexuality as very fluid. He had the most incredible brain on him and was a deep and thoughtful thinker, emotionally very intelligent and that’s so rare but so sexy and sensuous.
A great erotica novel must have what three things?
MA — Deep sensuality and smoldering heat. Vulnerability and emotions that are shared and exposed between the characters. And um, not sure on the third one. But a good story line goes without saying. I like all aspects of a romance. I want to see not just the good sex between them but the emotions and story that are part of their life and relationship.
Who’s Your Favorite Porn Star and Why?
MA — I call him Javonne but I think I have the name wrong. LOL. He’s a gay porn star and he always looks like he’s having a good time. That’s why he appeals to me so much. He genuinely looks like he’s enjoying himself, giggling and smiling, talking softly. Whereas the majority of actors always look like they’re doing their grocery list in their minds. Or they’re at a coffee morning. :-)  It’s not sensuous or steamy. It’s just boring.
What genre of erotica are you most hesitant to write about and why?
MA — BDSM. Because I don’t enjoy it personally and it’s very hard for me to write about something that doesn’t interest me. I also know from a good friend who’s into the scene that it has many psychological layers to it and I’m not sure I’d get it right.
What is the least favorite word you’ve seen in Erotica and why?
MA — My choice would be Cunt. It’s possibly cultural for me because I’m a New Zealander. But that word is not a sexy word in my country. It’s the mother of all swear words. And I have to be at flashpoint to use it. I’d never use it to describe female genitalia. It’s offensive to women and derogatory. It’s ugly.
What couple gets your vote for having the sexiest love scene in a movie and why?
MA — The shower scene in How Stella Got Her Groove Back. It was slow and sensuous. I could feel the heat from them and the passion. It was gorgeous.
Where is one place you would never consider having sex at and why?
MA — Er, not sure there’s really anywhere I’d say no to. Maybe an abattoir but you wouldn’t get me in one to start with, so might be redundant. The thought of what went on there and the smell would turn me off in a heartbeat. Otherwise, all bets are off on places.
On an average day you would most likely be wearing cotton panties, a thong, or going commando?
MA — Black lace or sheer panties, or nothing.
THE BOOKS
Meg Amor 1
HAWAIIAN LEI
Beau Toyama, a “mixed plate” Hawaiian/Japanese/Tahitian man, is a flight instructor on the Big Island of Hawai’i. He’s a lovely, gentle, shy soul from a dysfunctional island. One day his wife Mikey said, “I love you, babe, but this isn’t working. I need a good man…” She’d paused. “And so do you.”
Matt Quintal, a New Zealand painter with a Norfolk Island and Maori background, has been living the “gay scene” in LA and knows it’s a crock. Needing to escape, his Polynesian soul is drawn back to the Pacific. He visits his sister Rach in Kona on the Big Island, where his spirit connects.
When Matt’s heart is drawn to the sound of a biplane’s radial engines flying overhead, his life is about to change. There’s an instant soul connection and heat between Beau and Matt. Unbeknownst to them, the spirit of Beau’s mom, Tehani, has guided Matt home to Beau.
Beau and Matt need to work together to overcome family dysfunction and abuse. Can they reveal their deep emotional vulnerabilities to find redemption and healing? What they both want is a loving relationship. But they must allow their hearts and souls to open before they can love and trust again.
http://www.amazon.com/Hawaiian-Lei-Hawaiians-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00UUL7V1A/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Meg Amor 2
HAWAIIAN ORCHID
Kulani Mahikoa is “The Orchid,” a young, insecure, pro surfer from a rough background on the Big Island of Hawai’i. He’s Beau Toyama’s cousin from Hawaiian Leiand a healer with a heart as deep as the ocean he’s part of. Like many of the great Hawaiians, Kulani epitomizes the spirit of aloha and love. Kulani’s healing his own wounds, and “The Lost Boys”–young, homeless abandoned and abused gay boys he cares for.
He meets the lone and lonely New Zealand widower, Rob Masterson–a wounded psychologist who’s trying to come to terms with his husband’s death. When he died, they were separated but still living together. Rob needs to reconcile all the pieces of guilt and love to heal before he can fall in love again.
The age difference raises one barrier, and besides that, Kulani has more layers than Rob–with his own New Zealand heritage and tangled knot of emotion–ever bargained for. Traveling between the South Sea Islands of beautiful New Zealand and the exotic Hawaiian Islands, they forge a bond–two wounded men find a home for their shrapnel-laced souls.

http://www.amazon.com/Hawaiian-Orchid-Hawaiians-Book-2-ebook/dp/B015G3F1N6/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8


Meg Amor 3
HENRY AND ISOLDE

New Orleans, city of soul, is home to the first of the new Troika Trilogy series ~ Henry and Isolde, a steamy, deeply sensuous love story.
A coming of age romance about three friends, Charlie, Henry and Izzy who become three lovers, across three lifetimes.
Henry Bovary, an older black musician and house restorer feels his life is nearing its end—until he takes on the restoration of Izzy and Brett’s big old grande dame of a house in the New Orleans Garden District. What he’s not counting on is walking in the door and falling in love with the much younger, exuberant Izzy. She touches his arm and part of him that has been missing his whole life gets plugged back into the life-force, and clicks into being. In his fantasies, he whisks her away to a life with him, crashing back to earth with the realization he’s her employee, an old man, and a black man in the South for God’s sake.
Izzy Buchanan is a passionate, outspoken, New Zealander, with wild red curls to match her personality but she’s also lonely and isolated in her life. She and Brett are mates, but not much else—they’ve missed the boat emotionally and physically in their marriage. Some mysterious force draws Izzy to New Orleans, though, and the house. Despite the house being gutted and a hardware stores wet dream, she knows it’s right when she walks in the door. What she doesn’t bargain for is the instance connection to Henry when he turns up to inspect it—she feels like she knows him.
Their friendship turns into a steamy, passionate relationship when Izzy seduces Henry in the secret garden he’s built for her. His life goes from fifty shades of beige to a rainbow of textures, sights and sounds, but most of all—feelings he’s allowed to have. As their love grows, and inhibitions die, Henry comes into his sexuality for the first time in his life. The deep friendship, love and breathtaking romance revitalizes Henry’s old bones. But will he be able to keep up with this achingly beautiful, younger woman? And will she leave her husband?


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Thursday, December 24, 2015

REAL MEN CRY! - Let's start treating men like human beings

REAL MEN CRY 

Aloha everyone. Lately I have been reading a lot about what men do and don’t do. The list is long and seems really inaccurate. I wonder how much these things damage men in general. And it’s making me madder than a wet hen!

Women often complain that men don’t talk about their feelings. Why the hell would they?

They’re discouraged to. If they cry, they’re weak. “Grow a set” or “be a man,” “boys don’t cry” and all that bullshit.

And it IS bullshit.

I come from a country that has one of the highest male youth suicide rates in the world, although slowly that is coming down, but it’s still high. That’s shameful and appalling. We’re known as a tough nation of men AND women.




We’re brought up to be tough, rugged, and durable. There was an ad back in the seventies by New Zealander Colin Meads, an All Black (our international rugby team who are known as warriors and hard to beat.) He used to advertise Tanalised fence posts because back in the day, rugby players volunteered to play for NZ, but they didn’t get paid like a professional sportsman does today. They all had “regular” jobs and a lot of them were “tough” men like farmers and other “manly” things, so advertising things like fence posts was a huge endorsement in a farming country like NZ.



Colin Meads playing Rugby for NZ


Colin Meads line that stuck with NZ, was, “they’re tough, rugged, and durable.”
Thank you bloody Colin!

It’s an awful legacy to live by.

One of the first people to get to the top of Everest was New Zealander Sir Edmund Hillary, along with Nepalese Tenzing Norgay. Mad bastards! But putting that aside, they were the first people in the world to reach the apex of the highest mountain in the world.

My sister and I often joke that the only reason they got there was because Sir Ed just ignored his feelings like all New Zealand men are taught to do.

“Stop complaining, Tenzing, we’re nearly there. It’s only a wee bit brisk today. Christ, it’s colder than this in New Zealand when that Southerly comes up from Antarctica, man up!” etcetera, etcetera, etcetera… Tenzing would have perhaps rolled his eyes if they weren’t glued into a permanent frozen rictus in his face from the cold.


Sir Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay

And we expect men to “push on.” To be able to handle all sorts of things we don’t want to handle. Then we complain that our men don’t show their feelings, won’t talk about them and are generally shut off. Why would you want to expose yourself to ridicule? You’d be mad to do that.

Years down the track, another famous NZ All Black “came out.”

In a country that expects its men to be—well—men, this could have been professional suicide. Young boys look up to All Blacks. They’re heroes. Rugby is our national RELIGION for god’s sake! Coming out was a big risk for John Kirwan. Here’s what he had to say about it:

"When I was first asked to do the national health campaign, I was scared," he said. "I was scared people would think I was a freak." –

No, he wasn’t talking about being gay. He was talking about depression…

Thankfully, John Kirwan and other famous Kiwis paved the way for men in NZ to start to express themselves and our suicide rate has taken us out of the top spot with Finland to about #10. Yes, still not great. We have a way to go yet before we’re culturally more sophisticated and show some care toward our men.
This is one of the reasons I can’t live back in my country of birth. I find the Kiwi attitude toward feelings hard to deal with. I’m not interested in men who can’t be whole men through society, conditioning, their own self etc. I want men who feel and express everything.

John Kirwan



I think that’s one of the reasons we’re so attracted to the gay community. And reading about m/m romance. Men who express their feelings and are real people. Whole men, gentle men, tough men, but all men who are emotionally there. We get let into a “secret” world of things we’re not usually exposed to with men—feelings and emotions we crave.

Some of what I’m writing about today is spurred by a discussion I was involved in last night on an intersex person and her recent troubles. The remarks that people made were just awful. I can’t believe the things people think sometimes. They saw her as a man, even though she was female. But again, the “be a man” thing came up.

Thanks to Cody Kennedy
for this brilliant and perfect intersex symbol


And in reviews I keep reading and things people mention regarding something in a book, there are a lot of “rules” regarding what men can and can’t do.

“Men don’t giggle.”

Actually, men do giggle. Pacific Island men are gigglers. They’re gorgeous. My late husband was Maori and he giggled. He also laughed but he did not chuckle. I was talking to Phetra Novak, another author about this and some things are cultural. Men in her country of Sweden don’t giggle, they chuckle. Men in my country, giggle and laugh.

My dad will say, “It was a bit of a giggle.”

One of my favorite memories of my late husband Aaron—drunk as a skunk, giggling his heart out as I’m trying to get him into bed.

Billy T James, a NZ Maori comedian who was known for his "Maori giggle." 


“Insta-love is not real.”

I can’t understand where this one comes from. It only seems to apply to the gay community and m/m stories.

If you’re hetero and have “love at first sight” with someone, that’s acceptable. It’s even seen as an incredible love story. But if you’re gay, it’s called “insta-love” and it’s bullshit, tawdry, cheap, and “silly.” Excuse me! How the hell does that work?  

Love at first sight DOES happen to every gender. It’s happened to me. But it’s “frowned” upon by others outside the gay community or in book reviews. It’s another thing that is dumped on the gay community and is just ridiculously sexist and arrogant. I’m so sick of this attitude toward men.





“Men don’t use sweet names all the time, that’s just ridiculous in adults.”

I actually had someone say this in a review or words to this effect, a few years back. All the men I go out with do use sweet names, all the time. Also, if you’re in New Orleans, expect someone just walking down the street to say, “Hey, baby.” My kind of place! Again, this is probably cultural or also seems to relate to people who don’t allow themselves to be feel and be real. Just because you’re shutoff, it doesn’t mean the rest of the world is.



“Men don’t like cats.”

Really? I only go out with men that like cats. Men that don’t like cats are persona non grata for me. Seriously. There are very distinct personality differences between cat and dog lovers. Morgan Freeman is a cat lover—enough said.




What all this is about, is that we don’t allow men to be humans. We want them to be superheroes who don’t worry about their weight, their hair, their intense fear of spiders, or the shitty remark from Joe Blogg at the office. We don’t allow them to feel, be hurt, fall in love madly, badly and gladly. We want them to be tough and “be a man” “handle things” but then complain that they don’t open up and tell us their feelings.

Pick one. You can’t have both.  

What I notice about the gay men I know who are in long term relationships is this. They all seem to really love their partners or husbands. They like them and think they’re wonderful. I often wonder why their relationships seem happier and more content than hetero relationships.

Some of the things I hear often are: I can be myself. I can tell him everything. He never judges me. He gets how I feel. 

Yeah.

There’s a lot to be said for that.



















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