Oh, my yes. It is waaaaay hot in here and not quite safe for work either! Welcome to another addition of Humpday Hotties. Get out your fans cause this one will rock your socks off! BTW, usually, if you click em, you’ll get a bigger version just perfect for ogling!

Have a great Hump Day!

Son of a Bitch!
Yeah, I’ve decided to bitch today. It probably has nothing to do with writing, although it has given me an idea for a new story. BTW, if this happens to offend you, first of all it’s my opinion and my opinion alone. Second, if you are offended by my opinion, then you are one of the people I’m bitching about and you need to go crawl in a hole somewhere and rot till the good lord takes you away.

If you read the Blog on my site last week www.deborahgould.com You’ll know I’m not to fond of the Florida police right now. They pulled over my son and his friend for speeding, 40 in a 20. Read the Blog. They had two sheriffs and two detectives, searched my car and the boys and threatened to take my son’s friend to jail because they could recognize a NY driver’s license.
That being said, yesterday I was reading a news report on Yahoo from my daughter’s hometown in Florida. Two Sherriff Deputy’s had been gunned down over the weekend while trying to arrest a man for domestic abuse.
Now I could go off on all kinds of different tangents from this report. Domestic Abuse, the fact that the person they were trying to arrest was a Guard member and the report seemed to slant it’s opinion that military members are dangerous, the fact that only two deputy’s were sent to pick up the guy at a gun range and a whole bunch of other stuff that just pisses me off.
But what REALLY got me extremely fucking mad were the comments made about the article from yahoo members. Here are a few:
f*****’ PIGS! Yeah, good on the brave, NG hero who gave his life up in order to rid two more swine called Keystone Cops from the US!…
Every time I hear of some–oink, oink!–pigs dying while on the job, it just brings tears of joy to my face…
Shame it was only 2. Good job pig killers keep it up.
This guy is a hero and a martyr for killing these stupid pigs. This has been a nice trend lately, people standing up like this, hopefully it continues. RIP to the gunmen. Rot in hell to the pigs.
Are you fucking kidding me???? Now I’m not some naïve country hick. I do realize that police corruption occurs. But I have to believe it is the exception, not the rule. These men and women put on their uniforms everyday for the main purpose to protect and serve the citizens of their home town. Any day, any hour, any minute could be their last. All in the name of upholding the law.
We as writers either romanticize the boys in blue or make them as bad guys. But that’s fiction people. FICTION. I also do not wear rose colored glasses. I DO realize there are a ton of ignorant assholes out there that believe unless you are a white Het. Male you’re pretty much worthless. But they are also the ones having secret meetings, hiding out in the woods, planning to take over the government and kill every innocent man woman and child that doesn’t choose to believe what they believe. The ones that beat those that are weaker than themselves, gay bash and blow up federal buildings.
Fucking cowards is what they are. These people making those comments disgust me. It’s easy to make those comments while they hide behind some made up name and spew their diseased view points.
I guess my rant has gone on long enough. I refuse to allow these people to infect my day with the cancer they spread. I believe what comes around goes around and eventually all get what is due them. To wish someone dead because of their occupation, race, religion, political views or sexual orientation is depraved. It makes my heart sad that such ignorance still occurs in this day and age.
And DAMMIT! God Bless America. Where even ignorant, communist idiots like the ones making those comments have the right to believe what they want.

Okay, I lied, no hot men here, lol. Just me, and I’m neither a man not hot, lol. But seriousl, sheesh! Can they raise the body temperature or what? lol

So, thinking of hot men, has gotten me thinking about my less than attractive body. *looks down* Yeah, it really needs some work. I know, I shouldn’t care. I should just be happy with me. But I can’t. I have a feeling that this is going to piss off a bunch of people, lol.

So, I’ve decided that I’m going to lose weight. That’s right. Might as well tell everybody at the same time. You can rejoice with me in my victories, and smack me when I cheat and fail, lol. So, then, in about a year, I’ll have that sexy body, and the men will turn their heads at me! Yay! (lmao) Oh well, a girl can dream.

Let’s talk body types a moment. What are some of your fave body types? On a man. Me, I like muscles, not too much, but I do like them. I also like dreamy eyes. I know, what does that have to do with body types, lol. I don’t know, I’m just typing. I like six pack abs, and strong calves. Mmm! Yeah, baby! That’s what I’m talking about!

Oh, let’s not forget his package. Oh sweet heavens! Yes! A nice size, not too overly large, package. Mm, mm, mm. Yes!

So, what does it for you? Thin, tall, short, long hair, what? Tell me!

Oh, and sorry about getting off subject, but…it fits! lol

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Yes, I’ve effed up the calendar. Where the fuck does the damned time go anyway? It keeps getting away from me like a greased pig at the county fair. Not a pretty visual is it? I’ll work on the calendar tonight for all you FAB authors and readers.

Now, since I effed up and should have posted yesterday, I will give you a taste of something I posted at Z.A. Maxfield’s group this week. Also, just for being good flirty bitches, since it’s a Humpday, I’ll give you Hotties at the end of this post. Never let it be said that I can’t apologize properly with half naked hunks.

Over at ZAM’s, Jules told us about flirting with a co-worker that she wasn’t interested in sexually. The way she described him, I think most of the group was interested in him sexually though. HEH. I know he at least fired up my imagination. He did something flirty to her one day and she told us about it. We all thought it was really hot… and flirty. I said I should use it in a book. Someone (prolly Maurya) said they wanted to see that! So I showed em.

What I did was create a scene with the three main characters from a book that is only plotted and has no title. In fact, this is the first scene I’ve written for it. The book is one of the Twisted Tales and it’s a twist on Rapunzel starring a twisted version of my friend Becky from Midnight Cliff. If you don’t know Becky you should visit her blog because you are in for a treat. She goes by hellohahanarf across the blogosphere and she’s very flirty and fun. She does Half-Naked Thursday and shows off her boobs including nipples. She has great boobs too.

Anyway, here’s the flirty scene I wrote:

So I was a bad girl yesterday and went to Borders bookstore and purchased the Sony E-book Reader model PRS-505.  They had one that was touch screen but I am not sure I want that much yet.  I had a touch screen phone but…  So now I am learning how to use the new ebook reader.  Loading it was interesting to be sure.  But once I figured out how to do that I was good.  The only thing I do not like is that it does not let you edit anything.  Some of the books I have are not listed right.  I do reviews and so some of the books I get sent are not copy ready, but I want to be able to edit and make the title right and the author right and not just say Administrator…GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.  I want to know how to fix that.  The print is a little on the small side but I can enlarge it.  So I actually just need to get use to not having big print all the time like on my laptop.  I can store pictures and MP3′s on it also.  Unfortunately for me none of my music is in MP3 format.  But I do now have some pictures of my daughter on there, which is nice.  I can also load pics of my tattoo’s since people are always commenting on them anyway.  And pictures of tattoo’s I want to show my tattoo artist.

I am trying to reach several different authors about doing reviews for them, but I do not know if my emails are getting sent to spam or if they are just being ignored   I am hoping to set up a group of authors to get books to review directly from.  I already get them from Lex Valentine (amazing books, sweet and wonderful lady) which is so kewl.  I just want to have a few more that I like reading from on my list too.  I am hoping to get all my bills paid off soon so that I can start to purchase what I want also.

I can already see where I am going to really enjoy the reader.  I am glad that I spent that money.  But as I was telling a friend earlier, I can already see where I am going back to the book store to purchase other things to go with it lol like the cover with the light and the ac adapter for it.  Just to make life easier.  The only thing I am unhappy about is the guy at the bookstore lied to me about a promotion.  I figured it had ended.  Sony was doing this thing where you got 100 free downloads of classic books.  The guy at the bookstore told me it had been extended for while they still had cd’s for it, but when I tried to go to Sony last night for some, they said it was ended.  One thing I cannot stand is to be lied to.

So I am hoping I enjoy this as much as I think I will.  We will see and I will keep you all informed.

Well, shoot! It’s my blog time? What the heck should I write about? Everyone here has such great posts and then I come along-LOL! So, I’ve been thinking on it. Should I bitch??? Should I be flirty??? Should I simply shut up now??? No? What the hell is wrong with you people? You actually want to hear what I have to say!?! *mutters in disbelief*

Okay, okay…I guess I will come up with something. Well, I could bitch. I’ve been doing that online a lot lately. The whole Amazon ‘glitch’ thing and of course, my RA problem. For those who don’t know (and I can’t imagine who you would be since I spent quite a bit of time on groups bitching about this) I saw my doctor on Friday. I’ve been in nearly constant pain for the last 8 months. I suspected it was arthritis and had that confirmed. My doctor is 99% sure I have Rheumatoid Arthritis. I have to wait for the blood test to come back to confirm this. No cure and treatments are not fun. It was hard news for me even though I had suspected it. So I went on line and whined about it. But hey…who wants to listen to more whining! Not me!!!

So then what…flirting? Actually, yes. I’ve been down in the dumps after finding this out. My family understands but not really. I have been somewhat depressed. Sunday, after church, the kids and I stopped and got donuts. Then we headed over to my favorite place in the world…Starbucks! Where else can I get that heavenly chocolate/coffee combination? (No…not there…or there!) So I go in. It’s Easter and I’m tired and hurting and basically feeling sorry for myself. *I promise…this isn’t about griping*

Inside, three of my favorite guys are working. Now it’s not that I dislike the ladies who work there, not at all. But when these guys are working together, they are so much fun. The manager, Garrett, and baristas, Scott and Jeremy. Let me tell you a little bit about them.

Garrett is married to a middle school special ed teacher. They are buying their first house. Garrett starts right in when he sees me. Teasing me about them being out of coffee. Like I’m going to believe that! He keeps it up even as he is fixing about 8 drinks for a group of people before me. I’m teasing him back about his lack of lying skills.

Scott is in college and has these really cool ear gauges. He’s working the drive thru but grins at me and does this eyebrow thing that always make me laugh. As soon as he can he comes over and jokes around with both Garrett and me. His facial expressions are making me laugh.

Jeremy comes out of the back and sees me. Immediately he rolls his eyes at me. He and I are always teasing each other… I blame him for the store being out of coffee. He claims to have drank it all to wake himself up that morning.
I notice that he hasn’t shaved his head and comment on it. Then I notice that all three haven’t shaved their beards so I start teasing them about a new Starbuck’s policy of beards. They tease back and by the time I leave there I’m smiling and in a great mood. Was I flirting? Oh yeah! Were they flirting? Yep! It made me feel so much better. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I’m laughing and smiling. Did my pain stop…no. But instead of focusing on it I was focused on flirting with those guys. I walked out of there feeling great!

So my moral here? Flirt more rather than bitch more. You’ll feel better!

I have this theory about springtime–it’s when Mother Nature goes bipolar. Instead of a gradual warming of temperatures from winter to summer (as one would suspect), it is laden with heatwaves and cold snaps, seducing tender plants into bud and bloom only to kill them with an unexpected frost. The other night, four of us went to see the local minor league baseball team play. They’re the farm team for one of my favorite major league teams (I am polyamorous when it comes to my baseball teams), and they’re oh-so-gay for each other (I am not kidding you; I haven’t seen a team this touchy-feely since the Red Sox a few years ago. Two of them even held pinkies during the National Anthem last season!), so even though they hardly ever win, we like to go watch them play.

Holy fucking shit. It was colder than a witch’s tit out there! (Being a practitioner of green Wicca myself, I feel I can make this claim, since my tits were pretty damn cold.) It should NOT be cold at baseball games! Baseball is the sport of summer and beer and fireworks and hot dogs and pitcher-catcher conferences on the mound that ends with ass-patting. There should be no cold! And yet there was.

In the midst of all my complaining about how I had to go to the team store and buy a $30 fleece blanket and a $4 tiny cup of pre-packaged hot cocoa just to survive, what I’m getting at is actually quite metaphorical. Lately, I keep getting this feeling like the whole movement for equal civil rights for the GLBT community is in its springtime. It is running quite obviously hot and cold. The happy, happy news from states like Iowa and Vermont that just granted gender-neutral marriage rights, to Washington D.C. that is

You May Kiss the Grooms

pushing to recognize out of state same-sex marriages, to Maryland that passed a law saying that same-sex partners must have the same rights of inheritance as heterosexual spouses, it’s been a great day for gay rights. Hell, they even reintroduced the Matthew Shepard Act (an anti-hate crimes bill) into Congress, and President Obama has sworn to sign it when it comes across his desk

It won’t be a moment too soon, either. In fact, it might be a moment too late for kids like Carl Walker-Hoover, Larry King (not Live), and Sean Kennedy. Despite my agnostic-pagan ways, I was raised ultra-conservative Christian, and I could argue the Bible with the

Matthew Shepard

best of them. I keep hearing these verses in my head–”Love thy neighbor as thyself,” “Thou shalt not kill,” “My brothers, these things should not be,” “What you do unto the least of these, you have done unto Me.” I may not buy the whole God-thing, but Jesus was one of my very favorite hippies ever, and I can’t help thinking that he wouldn’t have had nice things to say about this stuff. I kind of think he’d be in favor of gay marriage, too. (I have verses to back this one up, but that’s for another post.)

Anyway, I guess this would probably be a good time to push one of my pet projects, a not-for-profit anthology I’m trying to put together. Deadline for submissions for all you authors is June 30th, though if I know you’re sending one, I can probably give you a small extension if you need it. It’s an anthology to start breaking down the barriers between “them” and “us,” starting with parents and families. At least, that’s what I’m hoping for.

Love, Wide Open is the name of it; pass it around. Sorry, this ended up being a little more serious than I had originally intended. But what with Amazon’s sudden “accidental” (and I have no doubt that it probably was accidental on someone’s part) de-ranking of GLBT-themed materials, rendering such innocuous works as Heather Has Two Mommies unsearchable on the site due to “adult content,” along with the United States Department of Defense asking for thousands of dollars for enforcing their ban on gays in the military in their annual budget, my feathers have been a bit ruffled lately. It probably didn’t help that I watched Milk the other night. (Though if I never see Sean Penn’s bare ass again, even in the context of gay sex, it may be too soon.)

The best thing about springtime, though, is that it runs inevitably into summer. As Martin Luther King, Jr. said, “The arc of history is long, but it bends toward justice.”

And thank all the gods I’m not entirely sure I believe in, summer was made for beer and baseball and watching hot guys in tight pants smack each other’s asses on the field in between making breath-catching plays or groan-worthy fumbles. And, in my mind, they tumble into the locker rooms afterward for some hot shower sex. Mm-mm good.

Being as it is now my turn to do a blog, I have spent the last couple of days trying to decide just what to blog about here. I do most of my ranting and raving on my personal blog, and that is so not intended for here. I decided a couple of days ago to blog about the two things that are a major part of my life, other than my brat-child. I was going to blog on Reviews and Carnival Life. But I decided as of today that I was going to change that. So as you can see from my lovely title, I am blogging on Carnival Life.

For those of you that do not know already, I am a 13 year veteran of the carnival industry. A carnival is full of Food, Fun, Games and Rides; but what most do not understand is just how small a community it can be. I work for a show that has maybe 50 people total on payroll, and that is for two different companies. There is Coleman Brothers Shows which owns the rides and Oakes Concessions which owns most of the games and food joints. The owners of both companies are related. The parents and kids own the show and one of the sisters and her husband own the concessions. There are also a couple of joints that run with us that are owned by others but for the most part we are one big happy family.

Yes I did say family, and as one it is like yours….totally disfunctional. It is worse than living in your favorite soap opera on television. Everyone wants to know what everyone else is doing, and just who they are doing too. As a single female out here working for the last 7 years (other than the year I was driving an 18 wheeler), I have ummm aparently had sex with almost every guy out here. Considering the fact that most of them would never hit my radar as even being cute much less fuck worthy, it is extremely irritating.

It is not all irritating though, or I would so not still be out here. I get paid ok money, but I also make more money by driving loads and when people forget their change and do not come back I get to keep that money also. All in all, I do pretty darn well for myself the 6 months I work. I also have some really good friends out here, friends that I enjoy spending time with. I am not an overly social person, so it takes a lot for me to come out and spend time with people. So it does not help that when I make a friend I get told I am fucking them. But anyway…

Back to carnival life. I am in a different town every week. Working odd hours and living in small quarters makes it hard to do much. I keep most of my stuff in boxes under my bunk…yes I said bunk as in bunk beds. We have bunk houses that are 18 wheeler box trailers that have been converted to bedrooms. Not to small but in my opinion too small for someone like me. I tend to have too much stuff and it makes for a crowded room.

Work is long hours most of the time. In fair season, I am up by 8 am if not earlier and in bed around 2 or 3 am. That is if there is not things I need to do that night. On tear down nights, it is not uncommon for me to be up for 2 days. I usually wake up around 8 am on Sunday morning and do not go to bed until sometime Monday night. I might get a nap in but it is never enough hours. By the time I go to bed I am so not in the mood to deal with anyone at all. The guys I work with have learned that when I go to bed on Monday to leave me alone until I wake up on my own unless there is a major problem.

Ok, I am so going to stop now. LMAO. What crazy things have you had happen to you at the Carnival?