Sorry to have been absent these past couple of weeks. Anne and I--and Francis and a new member of the family--are moving to a new site, and will be creating a new blog. Together, we are Nomad Authors. This is fitting because we never seem to stay in one place for long.
Our new family member is Jenna Stewart, a writer of menage romances, exclusive to Menage Everlasting at Siren Publishing. Now, in one place, you can find the finest in sweet romance, erotioc romance, menage romance and romance that takes you to the edge.
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Monday, July 23, 2012
Q: My neighbor's dog barks all the time. I've asked him to do something about it but he keeps leaving him outside, which means right outside our bedroom window. If he isn't barking, he's wining to get in. He's a good dog—I don't blame him. I just think if you own a dog, you should care for him and still have some concern for the neighbors. Since I've already spoken to him and don't really want to call the police because we are neighbors and I have to live in the area, what else can I do?
Anne: Check the statutes in your area related to noise pollution and see if barking dogs are part of them. You might talk with a city council person to see if they have ideas. But you might have to hint that you are going to take action unless the dog owner does something. The trouble with hints and threats is that you have to be willing to follow through.
Dee: This is not my area. If you had asked about lordosis (doggy style) and its variants I would have had some tidbits of wisdom, but about doggies in general? Nope. Sorry. You're barking up the wrong sister.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Q: I am a mortician. I'm used to all the jokes and stories made up about morticians, but it bothers me when my girlfriend takes part. I've told her over and over that I get that kind of thing enough from others, and that I take my job seriously. It's important. But she continues. What can I do to get her to stop?
Anne: Well, maybe nothing. If you've explained how you feel and she doesn't care to pay attention, maybe that's a hint as to how she feels about you. Or maybe your profession makes her nervous. Are there any other problems? You should examine your relationship beyond jokes made about your job.
Dee: Maybe she continues to make jokes because well, shit, maybe because she finds such jokes funny. It's a release from (what you have to admit) is kind of a macabre, dark profession. Maybe you should joke back. Let her know that yes, your job is really important and yes, it's a serious profession, but that you can appreciate the way she needs to handle release from that.
Or tell her that when she tells jokes about dead bodies and such that it makes you hot and that you must have sex or a BJ every time you hear such jokes. Then follow through. Either she will give up the jokes or you'll have lots of fucking added to your life. Either way, it's not so bad, right?