#lesbians in space
The stars in your eyes
Guess who finally got the time to catch up with She-Ra? :)
I love these two so much. Finally some good fucking show finale instead of a disappointing one..(yes Voltron, I’m looking at you)
Hey remember that time I wrote a book, and it won the Bi Book Award for erotica, but then my publisher went out of business while I was in the process of moving across the country?
Well, I managed to self-publish it, and it’s been available for a while! but I was very distracted with the whole moving thing and never made a post here. On my writing blog. Where I post about my writing and stuff.
So to rectify that, here’s where you can buy your very own copy of Rescues and the Rhyssa:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/989769
Blurb:
Cadan is cousin to the King of Nidum star system, and his favorite weapon to needle the Imperial forces encroaching on their territory. With her combat implants and a reckless streak the size of a planet, Cadan has never failed him.
Pan Sophi, Captain of the Rhyssa, is a smuggler who makes her living off the tensions. With her crew behind her, Sophi’s always on the lookout for the next deal. Anything to keep flying.
They only get along when they’re falling into bed together. Otherwise the clash between Cadan’s idealism and Sophi’s harsher worldview always
results in a fight. But when the King’s children are kidnapped, only Sophi has the skills to help Cadan get them back.
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The first time the humans told us they sang their way through subspace, we thought it a translation error.
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We-the-hive were overjoyed to meet them. Finally, finally, it was proven that we were not alone! And though we already knew that we must not be, given the vastness of time and the multiverse, we also knew that those same vastnesses were against us. Civilizations we could meet are greatly outnumbered by those who came before us and we are too late to meet, those who will come after us and we are too early for, and those so far away that we cannot find them.
A starfaring civilization, like our own, increased the chances of meeting greatly. One of our most distant scientific surveyors sensed a faint and far away disturbance, similar to the waves our own ships make when diving into and out of subspace. An exploratory team was sent to investigate, and there at the furthest reach ever taken from the hive’s center, to our everlasting joy, we found human explorers on the far edges of their own range.
Their ships were strange to us, and their selves even stranger. Translation, and the mutual communication of peaceful intentions, was difficult. Mathematics was the first understanding we were able to share, as the basic principles do not change—though their and our systems of harnessing it are different. Science followed after, as the elements and natural laws are unchanging. So it was discovered that we-the-hive and the humans share the common ground of being carbon-based heterotrophs who consume water to maintain life processes.
These commonalities were far outnumbered by our differences. Yet, the most important thing we had in common was the desire to understand each other. With earnest effort, with forgiveness for unintended insult and misunderstanding, we worked to learn each other’s languages.
Science being an early part of our understanding of each other, we asked them about the construction of their ships. They told us of their material compositions and their subspace engines, different in design but similar in purpose to our own technology—but when we asked them about the shielding and stabilization they used to make the journey survivable, they told us only that they sang their way through.
I have sold a short story from this same universe! “(don’t you) love a singer” is sweet and hope-punky and includes ace lesbians singing their way through danger. If you like one, I think you’ll enjoy the other.
