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And now, from the Department of Making You Click Links, we have… links.

From Walt and his cuppa: a link that will make you feel dirty even as you keep scrolllling to look for more: a blogspot gallery of David Kawena’s illustrations of Disney heroes in their undergarments. Note: Not entirely work safe - the images or the main image of the blog itself. There’s also a Deviant Art gallery that requires a login. Is it wrong of me to think Prince Eric is stare-worthy? Because I’m ashamed of myself but I’m not entirely sure I want to be right.

Bitchery reader Tammie is searching for a style of book I’ve never seen. I remember the Choose-Your-Own-Adventure books, and the utter annoyance I found them as a reader, but this one? I’ve never seen one. Have you?

Back in the mid to late 80’s I read these YA romances that were two stories in one—you would read one character’s version of their shared story and then flip the book over and upside down to read the story from another point of view.  These books were popular around the same time as the “make your own romance” books.  Does anyone have any ideas for how I might find these books again?

Considering how much I’m reading and writing about heroine/hero identification and placeholding and yadda yadda, I wonder if one side of the book would get more wear than the other, if the story were told in one half from the heroine’s perspective and in the other from the hero’s. 

Thanks to Meara, I have a link to a book that I’m so fascinated with, I cannot wait to get my hands on a copy so I can read it. Drew Hayden Taylor, who is flush with the funny-funny, compiled an anthology of essays about Native American thoughts on sexuality - Me Sexy: An Exploration of Native Sex and Sexuality, which has among the most beautifully funny cover art I’ve ever seen, topped only by the cover quote:

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, holy shit, I’m laughing so hard, I scared the cat. It’s a good thing I don’t wear mascara on weekends.

According to the publisher’s description, the essays ask pressing questions like, “Why is Cree the sexiest of all languages?” and “Do Native people have less (or more) pubic hair?” This looks to be full of win and awesome. I so want to read it. 

Jane from Dear Author offers me a plethora of links should I wish to start peeing standing up, which, dude, would make my next visit to the Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo 2000% more awesome:

Whizzy 4 You!
The Travel Mate
Female Freedom

And if you don’t want accessories, here’s a lesson on how to pee standing up.

While doing some ad design, the cover for Kalen Hughes’ upcoming Georgian romance, Lord Scandal caught my eye. Why?  Take a look.

Ladies and gentlemen, that is chest hair. On a romance cover?! Holy cow! I’m, like, transfixed by the crisp hair, or whatever else it’s called in your Standard Historical Love Scene. WOW. After so many years of waxed chests, it takes a bit of natural hair to bring me to a complete stop. Ha!