You know what folks? I’m really starting to believe that some people really don’t “know” me. I began posting TMI in an effort to allow my readers closer to me---to get to know me beyond my writing.

- I’m a computer geek
- I have a killer shoe fetish
- I’m a wife and mother
- I’m a history buff
- I have a taste for the eccentric

For the most part it has worked! We have very open and captivating tête-à-têtes here on the blog.


However, I don’t think some people “get” me. There is more to me than what I write. I say this because recently I’ve been approached with some less than gentlemanly request. I understand that lewd propositions are par for the course given my respective genre however there’s a hardwired line of respect one should take note of.


Just because I write sexually explicit fiction doesn’t mean I want you. To put it bluntly, I don’t want anyone besides Greg. Making sexually suggestive comments the topic of ALL conversation with a female isn’t the way to her heart. The way to a woman’s heart is in stimulating her intellect not her groin. Yeah, she may give you some meaningless flirtation but little else. And you can forget about sex, it’s never going to happen!


My point is this:
I’m not in a perpetual state of “wanting it” from random men. I find it insulting when people fail to read my bio and then continually come at me with sexually repulsive communication. I’m not opposed to corresponding with male readers however that’s where it ends. If I have to tell you twice to back off, you will loose the privilege of addressing me, period! Access to me isn’t your right regardless of my profession. It’s a privilege that if abused will be stripped.


A few weeks ago I wrote, “My beautiful does not lie between my thighs” on my FB wall after receiving a rude request. To my surprise, a group of loyal readers plastered my saying on their T-shirts, lol. Thanks ladies…the shirts look awesome!