naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Weird Tales)
Sucker Love: Celebrating the naughty tentacle

December has been declared a very Lovecraftian month over at Tor.com, and Weird Tales has partnered with them to provide some suitably tenta-cool content. Naturally, I was asked to write about tentacle sex. It was the single most awesome assignment I have ever had. It also turned out to be surprisingly difficult. There was so much more I could have said.

All of your (lovely) responses to the tentacle sex survey were what made this article possible. Well, that and the generous help of the folks at Whipspider Rubberworks, who make a really awesome tentacle sex toy, and who agreed to answer a few questions.

Thank you all so much for your help. Now go forth and enjoy the end result!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Weird Tales)
Sucker Love: Celebrating the naughty tentacle

December has been declared a very Lovecraftian month over at Tor.com, and Weird Tales has partnered with them to provide some suitably tenta-cool content. Naturally, I was asked to write about tentacle sex. It was the single most awesome assignment I have ever had. It also turned out to be surprisingly difficult. There was so much more I could have said.

All of your (lovely) responses to the tentacle sex survey were what made this article possible. Well, that and the generous help of the folks at Whipspider Rubberworks, who make a really awesome tentacle sex toy, and who agreed to answer a few questions.

Thank you all so much for your help. Now go forth and enjoy the end result!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Weird Tales)
The Hugo Awards are in!

Weird Tales won for Best Semi-pro-zine. Finally!

I am absurdly happy about this. Thanks, Stephen, for letting me be a tiny little part of that.

Girl Genius won for Best Graphic Story, so congratulations to the Foglios for their wonderful work. I know I love you guys, and I'm glad to see recognition that the rest of the fandom community loves you, too.

Ellen Datlow, unsurprisingly and most deservedly, won Best Editor, Short Form.

And, of course, congratulations to everyone involved. I haven't read most of the written works, so I can't be more specific, but I'm really glad to see Neil Gaiman and Elizabeth Bear on the list.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Weird Tales)
The Hugo Awards are in!

Weird Tales won for Best Semi-pro-zine. Finally!

I am absurdly happy about this. Thanks, Stephen, for letting me be a tiny little part of that.

Girl Genius won for Best Graphic Story, so congratulations to the Foglios for their wonderful work. I know I love you guys, and I'm glad to see recognition that the rest of the fandom community loves you, too.

Ellen Datlow, unsurprisingly and most deservedly, won Best Editor, Short Form.

And, of course, congratulations to everyone involved. I haven't read most of the written works, so I can't be more specific, but I'm really glad to see Neil Gaiman and Elizabeth Bear on the list.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Weird Tales)
It is fuck-that below zero outside. I am sitting in bed with one purring cat on my feet, and another rather smelly cat right next to me, waiting for the pictures to upload for the next Weird Tales Bazaar.

This was a rough issue. The holidays had everyone knocked into a cocked hat, and the new year brings January art shows, so it was rather difficult to get answers back from everyone. It's done, now, though, and once again I can sit back and marvel that I get paid to do something so cool and -- yes, even when it's frustrating -- fun.

Despite how I probably come across, I'm not tremendously vain, nor has overconfidence ever been a problem of mine, so I've fiddled about and fluffed it off and haven't linked to this Weird Tales year in review article. There is a part in there about the Bazaar, and I get mentioned, and despite my acute feelings of "No, really, I do not deserve this!" it still makes my toes curl to know that this is what I do.

I keep thinking I am going to come to in a pool of bodily fluids and discover it was all just a hallucination. But no, I really am going to be a wee little footnote in the history of my favorite magazine. This makes me happy. Not smug, just genuinely happy.

I've been really off balance lately, worried on my own account and worried for friends, not sleeping well, frustrated. I sometimes have to stop and remind myself that, like Schmendrick said, human beings don't always know when they're happy. It is good to take note of these things when they occur to me.

In the middle of everything else that is confusing and sucky and wrong, I am happy about this.

I'm not so happy about the aroma coming from the Fish's posterior, but what can I do? She's really warm.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Weird Tales)
It is fuck-that below zero outside. I am sitting in bed with one purring cat on my feet, and another rather smelly cat right next to me, waiting for the pictures to upload for the next Weird Tales Bazaar.

This was a rough issue. The holidays had everyone knocked into a cocked hat, and the new year brings January art shows, so it was rather difficult to get answers back from everyone. It's done, now, though, and once again I can sit back and marvel that I get paid to do something so cool and -- yes, even when it's frustrating -- fun.

Despite how I probably come across, I'm not tremendously vain, nor has overconfidence ever been a problem of mine, so I've fiddled about and fluffed it off and haven't linked to this Weird Tales year in review article. There is a part in there about the Bazaar, and I get mentioned, and despite my acute feelings of "No, really, I do not deserve this!" it still makes my toes curl to know that this is what I do.

I keep thinking I am going to come to in a pool of bodily fluids and discover it was all just a hallucination. But no, I really am going to be a wee little footnote in the history of my favorite magazine. This makes me happy. Not smug, just genuinely happy.

I've been really off balance lately, worried on my own account and worried for friends, not sleeping well, frustrated. I sometimes have to stop and remind myself that, like Schmendrick said, human beings don't always know when they're happy. It is good to take note of these things when they occur to me.

In the middle of everything else that is confusing and sucky and wrong, I am happy about this.

I'm not so happy about the aroma coming from the Fish's posterior, but what can I do? She's really warm.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Weird Tales)
When [livejournal.com profile] wint3rhart linked me to this article and this source about a "real" 19th-century vampire-hunting kit that fetched $14,850 at an estate sale, my first thought was that I was seeing one of Alex CF's fantastic works of art.

Like this one. Which I actually think looks cooler than the "real" one. But, you know, of course I think so, because I'm a huge fan of Alex's (so much so that I'm featuring him in Weird Tales, so there you have it).

I am not sure if the 19th-century case is real. I mean, it is way too cool for it to possibly be real, right? And I don't know why such a thing would have been assembled (unless the former owner knew something quite significant that we don't know), but I do know this is totally cool. And I really, really want one.

Also, in news of the hilarious, the hideous and Lovecraftian nightmare I had last night? After I wrote that post and climbed into bed with Sargon for aggressive comforting, I realized I had fallen asleep wearing my new Lovecraft tee from Gravestone Artwear.

That, ahh, serves me right, I guess.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Weird Tales)
When [livejournal.com profile] wint3rhart linked me to this article and this source about a "real" 19th-century vampire-hunting kit that fetched $14,850 at an estate sale, my first thought was that I was seeing one of Alex CF's fantastic works of art.

Like this one. Which I actually think looks cooler than the "real" one. But, you know, of course I think so, because I'm a huge fan of Alex's (so much so that I'm featuring him in Weird Tales, so there you have it).

I am not sure if the 19th-century case is real. I mean, it is way too cool for it to possibly be real, right? And I don't know why such a thing would have been assembled (unless the former owner knew something quite significant that we don't know), but I do know this is totally cool. And I really, really want one.

Also, in news of the hilarious, the hideous and Lovecraftian nightmare I had last night? After I wrote that post and climbed into bed with Sargon for aggressive comforting, I realized I had fallen asleep wearing my new Lovecraft tee from Gravestone Artwear.

That, ahh, serves me right, I guess.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Weird Tales)
Received the following in my inbox this morning, and am thoroughly amused. I know you are all smart and witty enough to do something awesome with this idea, so get to it!

WEIRD TALES WRITING CONTEST!

You've seen the latest wave of spam -- you know, the faux outrageous news headlines: "Osama trains goats for tactical bombing." "Laika the Russian space dog returns to Earth." "Children admit to being little shits: Video." Isn't it a shame the headline is all we get? So here at Weird Tales we're inviting YOU to turn this spam into . . . um . . . spam-ade!

Write a flash-fiction story -- under 500 words -- based on a spam you've received. Send it to contest@weirdtales.net before 9 a.m. on Monday, Aug. 4. The Weird Tales editorial team will judge them, and three winners will be announced at the Weird Tales reception on Friday, Aug. 8 at the World Science Fiction Convention in Denver!

The first-, second-, and third-place winners will all be published online at WeirdTales.net the week of August 11. The first- and second-place winners will also receive three free issues of Weird Tales; and the first-place winner will also receive an autographed copy of Ekaterina Sedia's new novel The Alchemy of Stone.

If you’ve thrown away all your own spam, writer Adam Israel has compiled a humongous collection of spam headlines here. Be forewarned that adult language abounds therein.

Note: entries from Nigeria will be examined very closely.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Weird Tales)
Received the following in my inbox this morning, and am thoroughly amused. I know you are all smart and witty enough to do something awesome with this idea, so get to it!

WEIRD TALES WRITING CONTEST!

You've seen the latest wave of spam -- you know, the faux outrageous news headlines: "Osama trains goats for tactical bombing." "Laika the Russian space dog returns to Earth." "Children admit to being little shits: Video." Isn't it a shame the headline is all we get? So here at Weird Tales we're inviting YOU to turn this spam into . . . um . . . spam-ade!

Write a flash-fiction story -- under 500 words -- based on a spam you've received. Send it to contest@weirdtales.net before 9 a.m. on Monday, Aug. 4. The Weird Tales editorial team will judge them, and three winners will be announced at the Weird Tales reception on Friday, Aug. 8 at the World Science Fiction Convention in Denver!

The first-, second-, and third-place winners will all be published online at WeirdTales.net the week of August 11. The first- and second-place winners will also receive three free issues of Weird Tales; and the first-place winner will also receive an autographed copy of Ekaterina Sedia's new novel The Alchemy of Stone.

If you’ve thrown away all your own spam, writer Adam Israel has compiled a humongous collection of spam headlines here. Be forewarned that adult language abounds therein.

Note: entries from Nigeria will be examined very closely.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Lucian Wags)
I got my subscription copy of Weird Tales #348 today. This is the one with "Walking With the Beast" in it, my piece on being a bipolar lycanthrope. It even says it on the cover: "A bipolar werewolf." Neat, eh?

I got an illustration, too, by Star St. Germain, aka [livejournal.com profile] thisisstar, which I like very much. That is one pissed-off looking werewolf, I will tell you that for nothing.

If you don't have a copy, or have one coming to you, you can order one directly from Wildside Press. Or you could just, you know, subscribe.

I especially want to encourage you to do the latter.

Why?

Well, if you go to the website, where you can actually read the piece for free, and you scroll down to look at the bio, you will see why.

Amanda Gannon, WEIRD TALES’s new arts & culture editor, is a writer and artist living in Oklahoma with her husband, known as Sargon the Terrible. Their house is full of snakes — deliberately — and is also host to one catbot called Sif, a real cat named Fish, and one formless spawn of Tsathoggua, Tazendra, who for reasons both sinister and unfathomable is only pretending to be a cat.


So, yeah, that's my big news, the news I've been threatening you all with for ages now. I suppose, since it's right there on the internet for everyone and their cat to sniff at, I can announce it formally.

Hi. I'm the new arts and culture editor for Weird Tales.

With each issue, I will be bringing you a feature rounding up the best weird art I can find, and I will also be writing about general strangeness for the website on a weekly basis.

It is, of course, a tremendous honor, and if I seem to be sanguine it's only because I have already spent several weeks unable to sit down on a tail that won't stop wagging. I need that Lucian "Why, yes, I am made of awesome!" icon, because this one is woefully insufficient.

But seriously. This is, like, huge for me, emotionally. Weird Tales is the magazine that launched possibly the most influential speculative fiction/weird fiction writers, writers who defined the genre, and whose influence is pervasive even today: Lovecraft, Howard, and Bradbury. It was also home to two names I love with all my heart: Clark Ashton Smith and Fritz Leiber. You know, Smith. The guy Lovecraft wanted to be. And Leiber, the guy who made me want to be a writer in the first place. There's always C. L. Moore, Henry Kuttner, August Derleth, Lin Carter, Brian Lumley . . . Tanith fucking Lee. I have ranted this rant before. The list goes on and on. Being published once is a singular distinction. Being on staff is nothing less than . . . transcendent.

My dad read Lovecraft to me as a very young child. When I told him about this on Wednesday, he almost, as we say in my family, shit a golden kitten. I discovered the magazine when I was about eleven. My sister had old copies of the magazine lying around, and a hardcover anthology, which I read on nights I spent at her house. That is, in fact, how I discovered Leiber. So I owe them thanks, if I owe it to anyone: they fostered my weirdness gladly. And I owe my mom thanks, too, for making me a werewolf.

I feel I've done them proud, and hopefully I'll do the same for the magazine.

I'll be seeing you there!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Lucian Wags)
I got my subscription copy of Weird Tales #348 today. This is the one with "Walking With the Beast" in it, my piece on being a bipolar lycanthrope. It even says it on the cover: "A bipolar werewolf." Neat, eh?

I got an illustration, too, by Star St. Germain, aka [livejournal.com profile] thisisstar, which I like very much. That is one pissed-off looking werewolf, I will tell you that for nothing.

If you don't have a copy, or have one coming to you, you can order one directly from Wildside Press. Or you could just, you know, subscribe.

I especially want to encourage you to do the latter.

Why?

Well, if you go to the website, where you can actually read the piece for free, and you scroll down to look at the bio, you will see why.

Amanda Gannon, WEIRD TALES’s new arts & culture editor, is a writer and artist living in Oklahoma with her husband, known as Sargon the Terrible. Their house is full of snakes — deliberately — and is also host to one catbot called Sif, a real cat named Fish, and one formless spawn of Tsathoggua, Tazendra, who for reasons both sinister and unfathomable is only pretending to be a cat.


So, yeah, that's my big news, the news I've been threatening you all with for ages now. I suppose, since it's right there on the internet for everyone and their cat to sniff at, I can announce it formally.

Hi. I'm the new arts and culture editor for Weird Tales.

With each issue, I will be bringing you a feature rounding up the best weird art I can find, and I will also be writing about general strangeness for the website on a weekly basis.

It is, of course, a tremendous honor, and if I seem to be sanguine it's only because I have already spent several weeks unable to sit down on a tail that won't stop wagging. I need that Lucian "Why, yes, I am made of awesome!" icon, because this one is woefully insufficient.

But seriously. This is, like, huge for me, emotionally. Weird Tales is the magazine that launched possibly the most influential speculative fiction/weird fiction writers, writers who defined the genre, and whose influence is pervasive even today: Lovecraft, Howard, and Bradbury. It was also home to two names I love with all my heart: Clark Ashton Smith and Fritz Leiber. You know, Smith. The guy Lovecraft wanted to be. And Leiber, the guy who made me want to be a writer in the first place. There's always C. L. Moore, Henry Kuttner, August Derleth, Lin Carter, Brian Lumley . . . Tanith fucking Lee. I have ranted this rant before. The list goes on and on. Being published once is a singular distinction. Being on staff is nothing less than . . . transcendent.

My dad read Lovecraft to me as a very young child. When I told him about this on Wednesday, he almost, as we say in my family, shit a golden kitten. I discovered the magazine when I was about eleven. My sister had old copies of the magazine lying around, and a hardcover anthology, which I read on nights I spent at her house. That is, in fact, how I discovered Leiber. So I owe them thanks, if I owe it to anyone: they fostered my weirdness gladly. And I owe my mom thanks, too, for making me a werewolf.

I feel I've done them proud, and hopefully I'll do the same for the magazine.

I'll be seeing you there!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Alpha Female)
I've been sitting on this for roughly ever, but here's the news:

I've got a piece coming out in Weird Tales.

Yes, Weird Tales.

It's not fiction, so my name doesn't yet go on the list of beloved genre writers who've contributed short stories to its various incarnations.*

It is, however, about lycanthropy. About being bipolar. About learning what you are, and learning to accept it.

Walking With the Beast will be published under the magazine's new Weirdism nonfiction column, and will appear in issue #348.

"It was scary, being a werewolf’s child. My mother was a creative woman with a very animal ability to find delight in the strangest of places. She was fearless and full of adventure. But sometimes she became savage. Then it wasn’t hard to see the fur and fangs. Domesticated life in the midwestern suburbs—two kids, two cars, and dinner on the table at seven — didn’t suit her. She tried, but it made every day of her life into a struggle against her own nature. Like trapped creatures often do, she lashed out. Sometimes when the pressure became too much she would run away for hours, days at a time. As she grew older, a kind of caged sadness came over her. I never doubted that she loved me, but being her daughter was not easy, especially because I am a werewolf, too.

"The signs were there from my first hour. It was a full moon when they cut me from my mother. I was grinning and covered with fine, wolfish hairs. A skittish, quiet, grubby child, I felt more kinship with animals than with other children, and something in me inspired an almost preternatural friendliness in anything carnivorous and furry.

"Humanity’s strange history gives us tales of feral children raised by wolves, like the wild boy of Aveyron. But there I was, the inverse, something wild raised to be like a human child. . . ."


There's more, of course, but you'll have to buy to read.

I am so jazzed, and very much hoping that this piece finds its way to someone who really needs the gift of a good metaphor.

I heartily encourage you to get yourself a copy, or buy one for the werewolf in your life.

"But," you say, "my bookstore doesn't carry genre magazines because they're a bunch of tooth-sucking Philistines!"

Well, you're in luck!

For about the next week, if you subscribe now, you'll still be able to get that issue – #348 – as your first issue. After that, you should be able to get it through back issues.

The fabulous news is that it could not come at a better time. Right now, they're running a three-issue trial run for only $10. That would be worth every penny even if I weren't appearing. I mean, seriously, dude, it's Weird Tales!

I'm going to be in Weird Tales. Holy crap.

My major thanks to Stephen, and also to those of you who helped me find my way into this thing -- albeit by accident. You know who you are, my little loups-garous.

* H. P. Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, Clark Ashton Smith, Fritz Leiber, C. L. Moore, Henry Kuttner, Robert Bloch, Ray Bradbury, Tanith Lee, Brian Lumley, Frank Belknap Long, August Derleth. . . .
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Alpha Female)
I've been sitting on this for roughly ever, but here's the news:

I've got a piece coming out in Weird Tales.

Yes, Weird Tales.

It's not fiction, so my name doesn't yet go on the list of beloved genre writers who've contributed short stories to its various incarnations.*

It is, however, about lycanthropy. About being bipolar. About learning what you are, and learning to accept it.

Walking With the Beast will be published under the magazine's new Weirdism nonfiction column, and will appear in issue #348.

"It was scary, being a werewolf’s child. My mother was a creative woman with a very animal ability to find delight in the strangest of places. She was fearless and full of adventure. But sometimes she became savage. Then it wasn’t hard to see the fur and fangs. Domesticated life in the midwestern suburbs—two kids, two cars, and dinner on the table at seven — didn’t suit her. She tried, but it made every day of her life into a struggle against her own nature. Like trapped creatures often do, she lashed out. Sometimes when the pressure became too much she would run away for hours, days at a time. As she grew older, a kind of caged sadness came over her. I never doubted that she loved me, but being her daughter was not easy, especially because I am a werewolf, too.

"The signs were there from my first hour. It was a full moon when they cut me from my mother. I was grinning and covered with fine, wolfish hairs. A skittish, quiet, grubby child, I felt more kinship with animals than with other children, and something in me inspired an almost preternatural friendliness in anything carnivorous and furry.

"Humanity’s strange history gives us tales of feral children raised by wolves, like the wild boy of Aveyron. But there I was, the inverse, something wild raised to be like a human child. . . ."


There's more, of course, but you'll have to buy to read.

I am so jazzed, and very much hoping that this piece finds its way to someone who really needs the gift of a good metaphor.

I heartily encourage you to get yourself a copy, or buy one for the werewolf in your life.

"But," you say, "my bookstore doesn't carry genre magazines because they're a bunch of tooth-sucking Philistines!"

Well, you're in luck!

For about the next week, if you subscribe now, you'll still be able to get that issue – #348 – as your first issue. After that, you should be able to get it through back issues.

The fabulous news is that it could not come at a better time. Right now, they're running a three-issue trial run for only $10. That would be worth every penny even if I weren't appearing. I mean, seriously, dude, it's Weird Tales!

I'm going to be in Weird Tales. Holy crap.

My major thanks to Stephen, and also to those of you who helped me find my way into this thing -- albeit by accident. You know who you are, my little loups-garous.

* H. P. Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, Clark Ashton Smith, Fritz Leiber, C. L. Moore, Henry Kuttner, Robert Bloch, Ray Bradbury, Tanith Lee, Brian Lumley, Frank Belknap Long, August Derleth. . . .

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