Saturday, February 28, 2015


So like a lot of my fellow Google Blogger users, I received a notice a few days ago informing me of the following:

In the coming weeks, we'll no longer allow blogs that contain sexually explicit or graphic nude images or video. We'll still allow nudity presented in artistic, educational, documentary, or scientific contexts, or where there are other substantial benefits to the public from not taking action on the content.

The new policy will go into effect on the 23rd of March 2015. After this policy goes into effect, Google will restrict access to any blog identified as being in violation of our revised policy. No content will be deleted, but only blog authors and those with whom they have expressly shared the blog will be able to see the content we've made private.

Our records indicate that your account may be affected by this policy change. Please refrain from creating new content that would violate this policy. Also, we ask that you make any necessary changes to your existing blog to comply as soon as possible, so that you won't experience any interruptions in service.

I got the notice because my blog is labeled for adult content, which makes sense since I mostly write about erotica, though in fact I didn't actually have any “nude images” on my blog (I kind of wish now that I did). Needless to say, I was extremely pissed off about this abrupt change in policy, which came out of nowhere, created havoc for a lot of friends of mine, and represents the kind of narrow-minded, censorious Puritanism that goes against everything my blog stands for.

Apparently, I was not the only unhappy person, since this morning Google retracted their new policy—to which I can only say, WTF? Yeah, it’s good I guess, but since I spent more than six hours yesterday moving my posts over to my web site, at the moment I am feeling more frustrated than grateful.

So, the upshot of this, is that I have decided to go ahead and move my blog. Overall, it’s probably best for that all important “Lilia Ford Brand” that I have everything in one location, but I confess that I will miss Blogger, which I’ve used since 2007 and still regard as one of the most accessible, user-friendly platforms out there. Annoyingly, the move itself has proven to be a total migraine. Unlike reposting to booklikes or tumblr, it is not possible to move blog posts wholesale to my website host with images and links intact. To make it a bit easier, I’ve had to make the following compromises.
  1. I am only moving significant essays and book reviews, not announcements or short pieces.
  2. In order to spare myself hours of labor, I am not going back and replacing every single link. I have tried to put in links to major quotes and references, but I am not putting in things like Amazon buy links to books being reviewed.
  3. Therefore, I will be leaving the original blog up, both to preserve the original versions with all links included and also for those (probably rare) cases where others have linked to my posts.
After this post, new posts will only appear there, and where possible I will replace any links I find to refer back to the website rather than to Blogger. Goodreads has assured me that previous posts and comments appearing on their site will not be affected, so I am hopeful that nothing will change there.

I admit that I am really angry and disgusted that Google of all companies would even contemplate a policy like this given the disproportionate influence it has on how information is disseminated in our society: That they would take a step that expresses such strong disapproval for the open treatment of human sexuality, that moves away from a position of strict neutrality on what should and should not be discussed in the blogosphere, and go so far as to threaten their own customers with complete removal from the public sphere if they don’t censor material, some of which has been up for a decade or more.

Bottom line: I’m glad they retracted, but the damage has been done.

Here is the link to the new blog:!blog/c1xx

Friday, February 13, 2015

Goodreads Reviews: Ilona Andrews' On the Edge

Series Review:
I can't say I have a favorite volume of this series: I've read and reread all four several times, and somehow get that same glorious rush each time. Paranormals are a dime a dozen these days, but none are quite like this. The entire concept of the Edge is so imaginative, with limitless possibilities for cool plotlines.

I especially love the series' emphasis on family. Children are major characters in each book, and they are not there just to be adorable, play matchmaker, or dispense improbably wise bits of relationship advice. Rather, they have their own agendas, personal histories, and magical powers. Jack Drayton may be my favorite child in any (adult) book, but all of the children in these books are realistically drawn and compelling characters in their own right.

I'll also put in a special word of praise for how On the Edge handles the rich guy/poor girl plotline. Now as a romance junky, I'm all for stories about princes in their palaces or billionaires in their penthouse apartments. However, in recent years, we’ve seen the rise of what I’ll call the Supply-Side Cinderella: these Republican-friendly stories like Twilight and Fifty Shades of Grey cross the line from fun descriptions of luxury to celebrating wealth and wealthy people. In books of this ilk, rich people are fundamentally better--classier, smarter, cooler, better--than people who don’t have money, and the heroine, CinderAnaBella, deserves to share that money because she is more authentic and sensitive and appreciative than her more conventional friends, (who belong with the working-class stiffs they end up with.) You don't have to be a Bolshevik to find loathsome the implication that the uber-wealthy deserve their good fortune thanks to their superior virtues, and that those less fortunate are exactly where they belong.

Superficially On the Edge is similar: the heroine, Rose, works a dead-end job for a cleaning service and is wooed by super-handsome aristocrat, Declan. But unlike in the Supply-Side Cinderella stories, both the poverty of the Edge and the aristocratic wealth of the Weird are treated with the same clear-eyed lack of sentiment and glamor. Rose's struggles to pay for shoes or gasoline are shown for the soul-sucking grind they are. Declan is basically a good guy, but it is mostly in spite of his class not because of it. Most importantly, though I was incredibly happy to see Rose and her brothers rescued from such a hopeless situation, I never doubted Declan was damn lucky to win her.

Bottom line: this is one of my absolute favorite paranormal series. All four books are excellent. My only complaint is that I want more. Are we ever going to get Jack, George’s and Lark’s stories? Because I’m totally willing to beg.

Originally posted on Goodreads.

Monday, February 2, 2015

New Release: Teen Wolf Fanfiction

For reasons that my therapist and I have failed to adequately elucidate, back in November I was suddenly gripped by an overpowering compulsion to write my own Teen Wolf fan-fiction. In fact I wrote two. The first is a short PWP (porn without plot) Steterek (Stiles, Derek and Peter). Not too much to say about it except that it’s completely filthy, set in the omegaverse (see below), and bears the title, “In Which Stiles Channels Linda Blair.” It should take less than fifteen minutes to read. Here's my (homemade) cover for it:

The second story, entitled Mating Bite, was much more ambitious, with a final word count of 24,200, making it the third longest piece I’ve published. Though I immensely enjoyed writing it, the experience did convince me that my own personal muse is in fact an incarnation of Teen Wolf’s sex-bomb, Erica Reyes, who most likely suffers from a (mild?) case of oppositional/defiant disorder.

This less-than-sympathetic personage refused to inspire anything as straightforward as a Sterek or Steter but rather mocked me with a story featuring the "rare pairing" of “Jisaac,” aka “Jackson Whittemore /Isaac Lahey.” Luckily for me, she was generous enough to set that story in the “omegaverse,” which I’d been dying to write about since I first discovered it in a Supernatural fanfic.

For those who are new to fanfiction, the ‘omegaverse’ is the term for a world where all humans are born into one of three “classifications,” Alpha, Beta, or Omega, and generally possess traits more or less ascribed to (were)wolves. I’m going to squelch my instinct to say something mocking about it because the solemn truth is that omegaverse fanfics are among my favorites.

Now many omegaverse stories represent the ne plus ultra of porntastic filth, complete with heats and especially knotting, which (needless to say) I’m all for. But as Foz Meadows' brilliant essay, Thoughts on Fanfiction, recently argued, the omegaverse is a large one, offering writers across diverse fandoms a framework to explore issues related to fantasy, identity and politics. My favorite stories in the genre deal with a lot of the issues closest to my heart, including the tension between fantasies of sexual submission and the fight for real-world autonomy and rights for women and other historically disempowered people. Meadows puts it far better than I can:
Given the steady popularity of historical romance novels, whose female characters struggle to autonomously navigate love and marriage despite their lack of legal, social and sexual protection, it shouldn’t be so surprising that omegaverse stories reflect a similar tension/dialogue between submission and activism in a context where the one is simplistically taken to negate the other. Nonetheless, there’s a compelling paradox in the idea that omegaverse fics are just as likely to condemn such violent oppressions as to explore them in the context of kink or sexual fantasy, while the fact that both elements might be simultaneously – and deliberately – present within the same narrative is a testament to fanfiction’s versatility.
I wish I could quote more, but I'll just have to urge people to carve out the (not insignificant amount of) time to read the whole essay, which I especially recommend to anyone interested in fanfiction, which should be anyone interested in the changes in contemporary publishing. (And while I'm here, I'll also recommend her equally insightful essay, Teen Wolf: Subversion, Masculinity, and Gender.)

I can’t make grandiose claims for the politics in my own story, but it does deal with five high school omegas who have formed an activist group, Omega Rights Today, and are trying to balance their own dreams for college and careers with the intense social pressure to find Alpha mates as well as their own longings for sex and love.

So without further ado, I present Mating Bite, a Jisaac fanfiction, currently available on Archive of Our Own.

Here is the blurb:

Seven years ago, Jackson Whittemore forced an Alpha mating bite on eleven-year-old omega Isaac Lahey. As punishment, he was banished from Beacon Hills until they both came of age. In the meantime, Isaac has become best friends with Stiles Stilinski and helped him found the high school activist group, Omega Rights Today. But having finally turned eighteen, Isaac knows that Jackson will be coming for him.

Those accustomed to my lengthy, detailed content warnings may be surprised to learn that this story requires less in that department than anything else I’ve ever published. Here it is: it’s M/M and it’s explicit, but otherwise there’s only one sex scene, not much in the way of kink, and no consent issues.

And in case you were wondering why you should hire professionals to make your book covers, here is the one I manage to make on Powerpoint:

Finally, as part of my Teen Wolf craze I've been spending a tiny bit of time (all right, hours and hours!) pinning and posting images on Pinterest and Tumblr, and came up with the brilliant idea of creating an "illustrated" version of each chapter of Mating Bite.  Here's a small sample of the pictures you'll find there:

Need I say more?