If you’ve been following events in online science fictiondom, you probably know the last few weeks have been tumultuous. If you are *not* following events in the online science fictiondom, then honestly, I’m kind of jealous.
In my family, humor has always been a way of putting crap into perspective. When life hands you lemons, make jokes. And then possibly lemonade, too. It is coming up on summer.
If my Patreon reaches $100 by the end of the month, I will write and send “If You Were a Butt, My Butt” to everyone who subscribes. If things go well, I’ve got some stretch goals, too, like an audio version.
I will be donating the first month’s Patreon funds to Lyon-Martin health services. Lyon-Martin is one of the only providers that focuses on caring for the Quiltbag community, especially low-income lesbian, bisexual, and trans people. They provide services regardless of the patient’s ability to pay.
My Patreon is a subscription monthly service, so if you choose to join and then unsubscribe after a month, then all the money you pay in will go to Lyon-Martin. My subscribers also get one free piece of flash fiction or poetry each month, so you’ll receive that, too. (And anything else you sign up for.)
Humor can turn anything ridiculous. That’s its healing power. When that’s the aim, being mean-spirited or nasty defeats the point. I can’t promise I won’t make any metafictional jokes, but I’m not going to focus on it. The rare times I do, it will be silly.
Given the circumstances, a bit of erotica is unavoidable. It also won’t be the focus, will be in good humor, and will be marked so you can skip.
Really, I’m just farting around.
So if you want to get behind butting into the conversation with something cheeky, then scoot your derriere to my Patreon. We can do it.
(If you want to skip all that jazz, I also have a newsletter. It doesn’t come with free fiction, but it does come with updates about my writing and teaching.
Obligatory footnote: I reserve the right to limit harassment.)