Kate Vassar

The Sarah Connor Chronicles just made me miss the ballet class I used to take with my sister very much.

That is all.

Sure I can! I'm good at it.

My local Apple Store is staffed by adorable geekboys. Terribly, terribly cute. They make their glasses and braces look good. And they flirt. It's almost enough to make a girl pretend to have hardware problems when she doesn't.

Almost.

I should come up with clever Valentine's day plans. Well, no. I kind of have Valentine's plans, I just don't like them.

Sadly, I have a pretty good idea what I'm going to do with my Valentine's day: I'm going to go to work, then sit around by myself waiting for my honey to get out of class. I might even eat some chocolate while I wait, or write something naughty. By the time I get home, I may even be too tired for Valentine's nookie!

Tragic, I tell you. Tragic!

Periphery: Erotic Lesbian Futures is available for preorder and has a story by Lyda Morehouse, whom I fangrrl wildly. The story is called "ishtartu," is set in the AngeLINK universe, and is about a sacred prostitute. You can also buy a version for Kindle, if you have one.

Is it available yet?

Hey, check it out! It's a naked man!

Now that I've got your attention... you should buy this book, and not just because there's a naked dude on the cover. You should buy it because it's a collection of cool stories by a cool person. This anthology includes "Captive Girl," which is on the 2007 Gaylactic Spectrum shortlist.

There are two markets I want to send my latest story to, but they're both closed. One says to come back in February '08. *clicks refresh eight or nine more times* The other one is Circlet, who says they'll open to the Best Fantastic Erotica contest at the end of this year.

I came out to someone at work today.

I'm not really out at work for the most part. Not so much because I'm afraid of getting fired--our nondiscrimination policy includes sexual orientation--but more because it doesn't really seem to be anyone's business. I mean, really, it doesn't come up. "Good morning, I'm bi." Um, not so much.

Which pretty much means that I recently came out to two coworkers even though I've worked with them for four years. I don't lie about it--if you ask me right out I'll tell you--but I usually don't volunteer the information, and no one asks.