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because the night was dark and so was he.
teh awesome.

Drew Hayden Talyor is an Ojibwa from a First Nations Reserve at Curve Lake, not very far from me. He has written some plays and has a guest column in a local paper. It’s a small world.

“Do Native people have less (or more) public hair?”

The concept of “public” hair is a topic definitely worth discussion!

They had me at the cover art.

jaw on chest

:-O

Wow. What a book.

Went to my local library on-line and requested it ... and I’m 1 of 1 holds! Wahooo! And it’s published in my own backyard (Vancouver, BC) ... why didn’t I hear of this sooner??? Can’t wait to read it ...

— Bonz

What a fabulous cover.

Holy. Bloody. Cats.

I am no fan of aboriginal stud/pink virgin romances, but I think I would buy this for the cover alone.

check word is four84 - or roughly the number of public hairs in question, I believe

Haha, that’s awesome.

I guess I haven’t been to the bookstore enough lately, I hadn’t heard of this.

Published in Van? You realize it is now my patriotic duty to read this…

They had me at the cover art.

Me too, Darlene!  Sarah, you will have to do a review when you have read this book.  I so can’t wait to hear all about it.

I just read an excerpt on Amazon and it ended in mid-sentence.  Now I must find this book!

Well, since I’m married to a guy that is Inuit, I wanna know more about this part that I saw on the pub’s description

looking at the dark side of Inuit sex

Any indication that the author undertakes a scholarly study of the works of CE?  (Well, hell, how could he avoid it?)

Heh-heh.

Shiloh, maybe you should ask your husband whether he’s been holding out on you?  he he

It… I… iduh… ergah… grng…

DO WANT.

Shiloh, maybe you should ask your husband whether he’s been holding out on you?  he he

*G* Snort.  He wouldn’t dare.  I mean, this is a guy-sex is still like a constant thought throughout the day.  ;)

He was silent but strong, from an untamed land where love and buckskin walked a sensual path. She was pale and virginal, unversed in the ways of Aboriginal passion. Her heart beat wildly as he moved towards her, because the night was dark and so was he.

Oh my goodness!  This is the epitome of stereotypical, purple prose, bodice-ripping romance novels!  And in a funny way, not the icky Cassie Edwards way.

I’m going to have to try and get a copy through my library.

I just read an excerpt on Amazon and it ended in mid-sentence.  Now I must find this book!

Hmm… maybe it’s a one-handed read?

Hmm… maybe it’s a one-handed read?

Perhaps, but not the part I was reading:

He was the kind of white guy even other drunk white guys of his build and bravado didn’t want to mess with.  He’d just come out of the bush after a long mid-winter stint and clearly needed, but wasn’t going to get, sexual release with one of the few women at the party.  He stunk of frustration and paced around the house for a while, saying hello to the women.  But as soon as they stopped talking to him, which didn’t take long, he grew frustrated.  And, as I sensed would happen from the moment I saw him, he decided to focus his pent-up frustrations on me, a long-hair at the time....

...He began his conquest of me in the kitchen--where else?  I sat at the table with our host’s girlfriend, whom I’ll call Claire, a pretty Cree student of mine.  The redneck, let’s call him Dale, took a beer from the fridge and, seeing us talking and having a good time, zeroed in and proceeded to twist the beer cap in his sausage fingers into something that looked like a DNA strand, then demanded that I try this party trick, too.  I’m a writer, for Christ’s sake, I wanted to tell him.  But instead I tried to play along, twisting off the cap of a new one.  The hiss of the carbonation, when I think of it now, was foreshadowing.  I took a large gulp of the beer to show him I was a party guy too, put the bottle down, picked up the cap between thumb and fingers and began trying to twist.  Not a chance in hell.  Failure hurts.  “Ouch,” I

That’s exactly where the excerpt ends.  Now I want to know if he got into the fight with the redneck or not, and, if so, how badly it went for him.  Now, exactly what this story has to do with Native Sex and Sexuality (unless the guy ended up asking him out), I don’t know, but it just seems cruel to stop an excerpt at, “Ouch,” I.

I really want this book!

Now, exactly what this story has to do with Native Sex and Sexuality (unless the guy ended up asking him out)

It did read a bit… uh… slashy, didn’t it.  *fans*

omg this sounds so awesome. thank you for pointing it out!!

I am shocked that it’s not at either the Hayward or Oakland libraries… is it not quite out yet???

Oh I gotta get this book! Drew Hayden Taylor is an awesome writer, I think I read the Windspeaker newspaper just for his sharp commentaries.

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Do Native people have less (or more) public hair?”

Just what the frig is PUBLIC hair?  LOL