A lesbian is reading lesbian books and talks to a lesbian author (sort of)

My lesbian reading list is (for the most of the time) quite transparent. I tend to read lesbian romance that sometimes is mixed with some well written (please!!) erotica or steamy scenes, but most of the time it follows the typical story about the young, unreachable and stunning medical doctor who just started on her fellowship and then meet the crewcut but equally stunning and sassy, but know it all nurse, who is more than happy to show her the ropes, so to speak.

Cue rainbows and “omg is this really what I am” emotional drama.

Sometimes I mix it up with a detective who is forced to work with the new and very likeable and stunning woman who just joined the team. She don’t like her at all and the new PD-P-something finds her senior partner disturbing to work with until sparks fly. Cue more rainbows mixed with a few unicorns as well, and some overweight unlikeable sexist male partners.

It is a lesbian romantic book, so yes, men are generally often – or at least 30-55% of them are portrayed as scum or just very unlikeable with some unpleasant tics, sticky hands and/or body odor.

So ya I am reading a lot of lesbian romance. Sorry just can’t help it and love every moment of them, even when I am told that the thing that I am reading is utter emotional rubbish and that I should be reading some more in the serious genre. You know serious books like when Lee Kuan Yew and Kim Jung Il went bare-chested out to wrestle North Korean unicorns with Putin, while they exchanged tips on how to prosecute opposition leaders or irritating bloggers in their own countries, and other similar polished ghostwritten political memoirs.

Oh no! I just dared to use Lee Kuan Yew as a sarcastic plot tool, so I guess that Lee Hsien Loong just about now is practicing on sounding like Jeffrey Goines while he is standing in front of the bathroom mirror quoting “My father’s gonna be really upset, and when my father gets upset, the ground SHAKES! My father is God! I worship my father!” over and over again until he gets the tone and pitch right, but still fails in sounding right anyway.

Yes it is true, the Singaporean PM really needs some self irony in his life.

A video blogger and blogger got sued and one (until now) jailed as well for publicly saying that they didn’t like him or the politics made by his party. So yes, blogging and writing about Singaporean politicians with the “right” surname can be risky to do.
(Made a correction on the above part. Used to say “Both a video blogger and blogger have been sued and jailed”)

I do read more serious books as well, but honestly I really love these emotional dramas – it’s similar to my most re-watched TV-series Grey’s Anatomy. Emotional drama all over, that have no relations to reality. I know it is fake and unrealistic, but can’t get enough of the drama, and always end up crying over the same things that I already know will come.

Amazing Suzie “sexy hair” Carr began to follow me on Twitter too – if you don’t know who that is (then you should be spanked), but she is the author of Tangerine Twist, The Muse and many other books that usually ends up on the top seller list on Amazon in the lesbian romance section.

You can find her books on Amazon or read about her on her personal blog.

So I followed her back when I realized that someone famous (she is to me) followed me and in a hurry re-read one of her books that I had on my Kindle. Just to be ready if she wanted to quiz me in what I remembered about her writings and books. ;)

We have for the last days been communicating back and forth through twitter, and that is amazing. You know, writing and actually getting a reply from someone who have written several books that touched you emotionally in some way is greater than I actually expected it to be.

Usually I find authors to be rather unapproachable in general so getting a reply was a plus that made me order more books from her.

No it’s not that I am all rainbows about her but she sounds like an amazing and nice person.

Anyway, she asked if I were a writer (of books), and I reluctantly admitted that I have a few failed / chronically delayed attempts behind me, so she gave me quite a few hints to how I could improve my book writing, and I started to feel to itch to continue writing that lesbian romance, with a Singaporean subplot, that I have been dying to write.

Singapore simply NEEDS more lesbian romantic books!



I feel that writing an article and writing a whole book is two different things that need different techniques to succeed. Yes, Yes I know they are both about writing and capturing the audience, but I still feel that you need to approach them differently. So while I find it very easy to write an 2,000 article in no time, then I find it incredible difficult to manage my time properly so I can complete that book that I want to do.

Suzie Carr also made several YouTube videos that is worth seeing if you are working on a book and is stuck or just need some guidance.

Her website is also full of several interesting hints and pointers on how you can succeed on not only writing your first (or next) book, but also gives you hints about all the nitty gritty things that are good to do before you start and what to do after you are done writing and is looking to get it published or how to market your self-published book.

See for yourself.




Crap. That is just so gay!

Last week two of my coworkers had some kind of software development type of issues (or equally nerdy stuff) when I overheard this conversation.

Coworker #1: “Man this is just so gay. Crap.”

Coworker #2: “Yea, so fucking gay. Bummer.”

Me, while I hide behind my screen pretending to be busy with work, but is really deep into an conversation with S..: “Guys. The word ‘gay’ is NOT supposed to be used as an insult when something irritates you.”

Both coworkers: “Oh no. Sorry about that.”

And then in the office earlier today.

Coworker #2. “Crap. This is just so fucking gay. (quick look towards me, who hardly noticed what they were doing or talking about). No, I mean bummer, eh darn…. Sorry.”

Baby steps.

I am a hit!

Or my blog is.

A few days ago, my brother and his mates found themselves in Bar Naked in Singapore.

No, it is not some kind of a swingers club, but an actual bar where they could get alcohol in and do whatever male bonding is necessary for the male ego.

I guess bang their chest up against each other while they spill their beer at the other guests who are standing near them while saying “yo” or “dude” to each other.

My brother got some kind of a super hearing and is also notoriously known to comment and charm himself into every conversation that he can overhear, almost fell off his chair when he heard a rather intense conversation from a nearby table where someone were discussing MY BLOG! and MY writings.

He is not a subtle person and feel no shame in life, so he apparently laughed rather loud while looking at them in surprise, and wanted to comment on their, I guess, rather private conversation.

They, then mistook his laughter and intense stares as a very misplaced interruption and a early attempt to hit on 3 (presumably lesbian) women who were out for a drink, so they got mad at him for interrupting their conversations and further for coming up with the worst icebreaker that they ever had heard in the history of straight men trying to hit on women. He then, didn’t make it any better when he in an attempt to explain himself, moved over to their table to explain to them that he didn’t mean any harm and that he just wanted to tell them that it were his sisters blog that they were talking about, and that he could direct any comments they might have had to me if they wanted.

Not one believed him, and only got more insulted when he tried to explain himself.


I guess knowing my brother, then he weren’t the most sober person at that time, but I also know that he wouldn’t harm anyone.

At the same time it is rather flattering that anyone actually read my blog and then take time to mention it to others while they are out in town – that is a sure hit for me.

I think I have had around 10-12K visitors from Singapore since I started this blog, and I am not really certain that everyone read my posts through. I mean looking at the search words and terms that some people use to find this blog, then I am quite sure that someone gets quite disappointed to see what it is that I am writing about and rather quickly find something else to look at. So that anyone spend a Saturday night (I believe it were), to discuss this blog, then it is a success to me.

If you read this and could see yourself in it, then yes, my brother were telling you the truth.





Are you girlfriends? Why don’t you want to talk to me?

It haven’t happened to me in years, ages or for quite a while now. But earlier tonight I had this so-called homo visible situation.

I went out for coffee with my chronically unemployed lesbian friend from down the road. According to herself she is not unemployed “I am just a poet in a world who don’t get me”. Anyway, it’s not about her life.

Just after I came home from my late teaching experience, that also was the first time that I was a few minutes late for class, because my brain got set on a conversation with S….. and I lost all track of time. .. shit. But, I had only closed the front door before she brutally tried to open it. No knocking and the way she opens the front door, any door, is with an expectation that doors are not locked for her. Ever! – And that it is peoples own fault if they stand behind a door that she is about to open.

“Hey! Want coffee? It’s your time to pay” – well like the last 40 times as far as I can recall, but never mind. I enjoy her company.

So with no dinner or anything we ended up at a boring cafe in Amsterdam’s city center.

Engrossed in an intimate conversation about her latest conquests, knees facing each other on a couch at the end wall at the secluded spot – the only secluded spot in the cafe.

Nice, easy and very relaxing.

Until … a boy, eh a guy, of about 40 years sit in a chair facing us. He leans across the table – towards us.

I initially first thought that the guy just found one of the few vacant seats in the cafe and peace with that, no harm at all. But then when he leaned toward me. And I could just feel that he was one of those, who when he see lesbians in half an intimate (not physically intimate , dialogic intimate – we did not kiss at all!) situation, then he clearly believes that there are more than enough room for one more – him and his face.

He tried to engage in our conversation and asked if we are lovers . And I replied – somehow with a sharp voice:

“We’re just having a private conversation and don’t really want to engage with others right now, so now, please excuse us.”

I thought that would give him leeway enough – without losing face to move away or at least lean back and drink the rest of his coffee in silence. But no.

“Why will not you talk to me? Are you two lovers ? Is this your girlfriend?”

I felt that I was getting angry. And replied confrontational .

“It’s – I am sorry to say – none of your f….ing business. But sure, to you, this could be my girlfriend, but right now we are busy with our own conversation that is only about the two of us, and neither of us want any other company right now. OK ? ”

He drones on. That I am a tight, Asian and closed-minded woman and that she is a beautiful Caucasian and open woman. What he was 200 percent right about. Well, in that moment he were.

I answer in a relatively red-hot-ready-for-war-attitude , that he might have to take my silence as a sign that he is not welcome and that it was rude to interfere when he clearly had been told that we would prefer our own privacy.

I looked over at my friend, after which she leans forward pats his hand and quietly asks him to leave us alone. Educational and friendly. He simply gets up and leaves. Mission accomplished .

Sometimes fuck my temper.

I felt my privacy massively violated. And my sexuality visible and vulnerable. And was – not quite fairĀ  – angry that she didn’t get excited at all.

“It’s not worth it to let such an idiot ruin your day, ” she replied. And squeezed my hand.

And she’s right. But once in a while I can’t help to read a thousand years of gender inequality into such a situation. The guy would never like that have invaded a heterosexual couple’s privacy, the way he did, but with two women, then it is okay to do so.

It’s actually been a while since I last felt this homo visible, but I can clearly feel that it evokes a lot of quivering indignation in me when it happens. Still, I find it so hard just to see him as a lone shallow idiot and not as a symptom of a sick and chauvinistic world.

What do you do when it happens to you – if ever?