Appetite Rein on the Nifty Fifties

December 26, 2014

Are you a lover of Lucy?

If so, you're on the same Bettie Page as lesbians with Appetites for love Between the Sheets.

Housed in House of Erotica's new anthology, "Flick Chicks" tells the tail - er, tale - of two film lovers (and movie buffs). The flicks the chicks create are inspired by the stag films of the fifties famous for featuring bondage, backsides, and the occasional piece of equestrian equipment.

Now quit horsing around and "Be a Gal Pal" by sharing a scoop of strawberry ice cream with a pair of Lucy and Ethel impressionists who are trying to impress each other. In this piece of "chocolit," the young fans of our favorite pioneer women play parlor games of subtext and sexual tension, each hoping the other will have the heart to have Mertzy on her. Lucy tells the truth (in that one episode, anyway). Can these gal pals do the same? Or will they Baba-lose their chance at romance?

You're welcome to crawl Between the Sheets right now, although you'll have to curb your Appetites until Valentine's Day.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Bold, Daring, Shocking, Shrew

December 8, 2014

What happens after Cinderella is wed and gone?

More specifically, what becomes of the mother figures in her life, namely the Wicked Stepmother and the Fairy Godmother?

I'll keep it succinct and succulent, similar to my story: they've got magic to do, that's what.

Myth and Magic: Queer Fairy Tales is edited by Radclyffe and Stacia Seaman and published by Bold Strokes Books.

May I be so bold as to suggest you take this stroke of genius to your own little corner in your own little chair and read it?

Otherwise, I'll have to put a spell on you.

And I mean that myth all due respect.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Consider Your Shelf One of Lust

November 17, 2014

Here is my concupiscent collection of contributor's copies.

There's a first time for everything, as evidenced by that title's conglomeration of companions.

This picture's worth several thousand words, among them these: the best lesbian romance is one that's bound by fairy tale lust, passionate hearts coming together to love and to cherish, and wild island girls who score sudden sex and can't get enough of the pursuit of forbidden fruit. 

In other words... welcome to the lay of the Wonderland.

We're glad you're queer.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Films, Fillies, Ann Then Some: Meet Author Ava-Ann Holland

September 21, 2014

Greetings, pals and gals.

I've got a plum assignment: today is my turn to bear forbidden fruit on the book's blog tour.

Please root for author Ava-Ann Holland, whose cherry-picked contribution to the collection is called "Hands Off," in honor of which I will now hand off the role of top banana.

Q: Hi, Ava-Ann, and welcome to Wonderland. Would you care to introduce yourself to your future fans? 

A: Hi, Allison. Thank you so much for having me on your blog. I should probably introduce myself since nobody will have heard of me. I'm Ava-Ann Holland and until quite recently I wrote exclusively in genres and contexts that are as far removed from erotica as you can imagine – until my dear buddy Cheyenne Blue cajoled me into testing the erotica waters as writer. I liked the temperature, and a couple of short stories later, I find myself in her Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian Desire anthology with "Hands Off," alongside some seriously accomplished erotica authors. This in itself is amazing, but this is also my first time as an interviewee and I feel like an overexcited puppy. In a former job, I used to interview musicians for a monthly magazine and always secretly hoped that one day I would be the one in the other chair. I'm in the other chair. Yay! Fire away. 

Q: The protagonist of your piece is visiting a childhood friend who is now a silver screen star. If you could have a romance with any leading lady, past or present, who would it be and why?

A: Oh, man, this is hard. I tend to fall in lust with the way a person smells and how their presence in a room feels before anything else, so picking someone from a medium that doesn't really give an idea of either is hard. I genuinely can't think of anyone right now. I might come back to this one later.

Q: Your story is set in Rome. Have you spent a lot of time there?

A: Not really. I went there with my mother and sister for a long weekend some 15 years ago and it left a not entirely pleasant impression on me. Many people seem to adore the city. I hated it. It felt very oppressive and laden with history in a bad sense. On top of that the people were incredibly sour-faced and unfriendly. Part of me wants to go back one day and check out if it was more of a case of where I was at in myself at the time, but another (so far louder) part shudders violently at the thought. If I had cash aplenty floating around, though, I would. Just to test my perception.

Q: What are some of your favorite films?

A: Difficult. In an earlier incarnation within this life, I fantasized about becoming a film director and chose an appropriate route of study. I had to watch an awful lot of films and a lot of awful films. And I kind of overdosed, so I don't watch a lot anymore at all. Hence there isn't much on my list that's new. But here goes: Dogma. Clerks. Dark Star. Serenity. The Princess Bride. Dark City. The Birdman of Alcatraz. The Quick and the Dead. Pirates of the Caribbean I. Star Wars IV, V, and VI. Mad Max II. Emma's Glück. Alex Cox's Repo Man. How to Train Your Dragon I and II. Buffalo 66 … oh, hang on, that's it, my answer to question 1: Christina Ricci, I definitely would! ...  The Breakfast Club. 10 Things I Hate About You. Benny and Joon. Solaris (the original Polish one, not the Clooney version). Meet the Feebles. Team America. Labyrinth. Salute of the Jugger. Flesh and Blood. Ladyhawke. Moon 44. Nightmare on Elm Street III. If. Breaking Glass. Das Boot. The Secretary. Times Square. The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane. Heathers.

Q: Your story is called "Hands Off." What hands-on activities (other than the obvious) do you enjoy?

A: Horse care. In all respects. Including mucking out, traipsing around paddocks in the pissing rain to collect manure or pull up poisonous weeds, dressing hoof abscesses, you name it. I've ridden since I was a preschooler, and four decades later, there is still nothing else (other than the obvious) that earths me like hanging out with horses and taking care of them. There were a few years, also referred to as my Personal Dark Ages (PDA for short), when I had no equines in my life and I became so positively unhinged I felt compelled to go and get a degree in psychotherapy.

Q: Tell me about your writing process. How do your ideas travel from the thought stage to the blank page? Speak specifically about bringing your contribution to Forbidden Fruit to life. Please include an excerpt from your story after your answer.

A: It really varies. A lot of the time I know the last sentence of something and then the story kind of comes along and attaches itself like a stray cat. Sometimes a character starts talking in my head. Sometimes I suddenly find myself in a daydream that claims it wants to be a story. It's hard to explain. I neither plot nor just start writing willy-nilly and see where it takes me. Most of the time the characters come knocking on my door with their story more or less fully formed and then I write it down. With "Hands Off," that was very much the case. But my own stuff will sneak into it somewhere usually – in this case my impression of Rome as a fairly hostile environment and also my personal experience of seeing fame hollow out a person, both of which are reflected in "Hands Off."

Excerpt from "Hands Off"

"Darling! Come in, come in. Sit down." The person flowing toward her in a silk kaftan of deep, dark red bore little resemblance to the girl who had boarded the plane to New York all those years ago.

She was skinny to the point of translucence with hollow cheeks that made her still remarkable eyes and mouth appear even bigger than Marianne remembered. Her obviously botoxed forehead made her look startled and lifeless, like any other person whose facial expression had been rendered impotent by toxic intervention. She walked in a cloud of light, floral perfume, which she left hanging on Marianne's jumper after the illusion of a hug had been accomplished. Even before she took the offered seat on the plush couch, Marianne's anxious anticipation of this moment had already turned to grief as she realized that Irene, her Irene, did not exist any longer and had probably been exchanged for this shell of a person a long time ago.

She wept rivers of invisible tears as the afternoon wore on, while she smiled and was introduced to David, Irene's current husband, whose occupation in the film business eluded Marianne, and a number of other people in Irene's entourage.

To be fair, she couldn’t fault Irene as a hostess. She was attentive and chatty and seemed genuinely interested in hearing about Marianne's life at the zoo and some gossip from back home. Yet all the while she remained distant, a specter playing a role, sucking energy from the room and from the life that Marianne was telling her about. Half listening, not really engaging. By dinnertime, Marianne felt drained, deflated, and ready to leave. She’d seen enough. She was also beginning to wonder why she had really been asked to come.

Just then the door to the penthouse opened and a breeze of cold, crisp evening air swept into the room.  The carrier whose clothes it clung to was a girl in her early twenties in turned up faded blue jeans and a white men's ripped singlet over which she had thrown a lumberjack shirt in lieu of a jacket. Her straight black hair was short on one side and cut into a neat, chin length bob on the other in the kind of asymmetrical fashion Marianne hadn’t seen in three decades or so. The girl’s whole style, down to the black Converse with different color laces, seemed to be a homage to the time of Marianne's school days. One look into her huge dark eyes told Marianne that if it had indeed been thirty years previously she would have fancied this newcomer to the penthouse something rotten. The girl smiled a broad, beautiful smile that illuminated the room, revealing a set of bright, slightly uneven teeth with large, almost goofy incisors.

"Sorry, I'm late," she addressed no one in particular as her eyes firmly made contact with Marianne’s. Marianne felt her pelvic muscles contract, exposing her lie: it wasn’t that she would have fancied her, she did. She was beautiful and real. She stood out in this room of bland designs, exotic fruit bowls, and affectations like a three-dimensional object in an exhibition of oils on canvas. 

I've got to hand it to you, Ms. Holland: not to polish your apple, but your story is a peach.

To reach the end of the Forbidden Fruit blog tour, visit the publisher, Ladylit. 

Leave a comment on any post in the tour to be entered into a random drawing to win one of these prize prizes: a paperback copy of Girls Who Score, lesbian sports erotica edited by Ily Goyanes, Best Lesbian Romance 2011 edited by Radclyffe, an ebook of Ladylit’s first lesbian anthology Anything She Wants, and a bundle of three mini-anthologies from Ladylit: Sweat, A Christmas to Remember, and Bossy. All of these titles contain stories written by the fabulous contributors to Forbidden Fruit. You must include an e-mail address in your comment to be entered into the drawing.
Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian Desire is available in ebook and print direct from the publisher, Ladylit, or from Amazon, Smashwords, and other retailers. Check out for all purchasing information.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Face Value

September 19, 2014

From now until the end of the week, Harmony Ink Press is offerings its First Time for Everything anthology for 35% off the cover price.

Don't kiss this deal goodbye - make up your mind to read "Kiss and Makeup" and the other stupendous stories in this collection.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

A Cross to Bare

September 17, 2014

I've been fixed up before.

But never have I been cruci-fixed up.

Until Cheyenne Blue peared up - er, paired up - me and Rachel O. Esplanade, with whom I proudly share space in the bowl of Forbidden Fruit, for the book's blog tour.

Virtual strangers, we were a match made in Heaven. In her interview with me, Rachel inquires about my writing in general and the heavenly creatures in my story in particular.

"Ungodly Ours" charts the road to romance for two young women from the ages of six to twelve to eighteen. Together, they take the "men" out of - and put the "fun" back into - Fundamentalism.

Come gay away the pray.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Beyond Eye Shadow of a Doubt

September 14, 2014

Taking joy in life is a woman's best cosmetic. 
Rosalind Russell

The land of Roz is almost as joyful as the world of Wonderland. Today I'm queer - er, here - with an excerpt from my lesbian love story "Kiss and Makeup," which appears in the recently released anthology First Time for Everything, edited by Anne Regan and published by Harmony Ink, the young adult imprint of Dreamspinner Press.

My contribution falls into the Sweet Stories of Newly Discovered Love category. In it, Gina, a recent high school graduate, is committed to coming out.

Of her shell, that is.

Simone, a beauty consultant at a department store, is committed to helping Gina shed her shell.

As the girls grow closer, will Gina blush and concealer - er, conceal her - crush on Simone?

Or will she beaut-defy her fears and make a move?

Simone shifts on the couch, folding her feet beneath her. I am close enough to inhale the fragrance she is wearing but not savvy enough to identify it. "Favorite TV show?" she asks.

"I Love Lucy," I answer, twirling my bendy straw, watching as the grape juice sloshes against the glass. "Favorite candy?"

"Corn. Favorite superhero?"

"Pippi Longstocking, if that counts. Um… favorite horror movie?"

"Jesus Camp."

"That's a docu—"

"Favorite movie actress?"

"Oh, um, Joan Crawford."

"I need sex for a clear complexion, but I'd rather do it for love," Simone shares, gliding her thumb along the silver chain of her necklace. "Hey, can I see your room?"

The change in subjects is sharp and sudden, like an orgasm. I groan inwardly and push my thighs together as discreetly as possible, regretting my choice of thoughts. Dropping my eyes, I direct my attention to the denim-colored cushion of the sofa. Sex?  My room?

My parents are out (well, not like that) and even though I'm out to them, they trust me to be respectful. Somehow, I don’t think that having sex in their house with an older-than-me-by-two-years woman on our very first date qualifies as respectful. Or even wise. Oh, boy. Any minute now, my pores will instigate a mutiny and my face will be dappled with puffy pink pimples.

"Hey, I didn't say it, Joan did," Simone clarifies, doing little to relieve my confusion. She chuckles, squeezing my knee. "That was a quote," she elaborates. "I need sex for a clear complexion? Joan Crawford said that. It's true, too. It has to do with endorphins and circulation and the release of toxins and all that." She removes the bottle from my hand and returns it to the coaster on the coffee table, next to hers. "Let's see that room," she requests, unfolding her body from the sofa.

With an unsteady hand on her arm and an even less steady grip on myself, I escort Simone down the hallway, my pulse outpacing my footsteps.

As we near our destination, my anxiety kicks into high gear and I seek refuge in the bathroom.

"Gina, you all right?" Simone calls from the other side of the door.

My heart punches my ribcage, whap whap whap, like a fist connecting with a boxing mitt. "Yes," I croak, clutching the counter. I watch as the color disappears from my knuckles. "I just need a little bathroom break, that's all."

"You know," Simone remarks, and I can't tell if she's amused or annoyed, "when I asked if I could see your room, I meant see as in take a look at, get a load of. You know, the usual."

"Oh. Those definitions are doable." So saying, I resume breathing, curl my fingers around the doorknob, and tug. I wonder how I'm going to save face, considering that my face value has just depreciated considerably.

Simone's, on the other hand, has skyrocketed—there's a million-dollar smile on her face when I emerge. "What is it about bathrooms that makes them everybody's favorite sanctuary?" she ponders, following me into the bedroom. "You've got to teach me your stall tactics."

Forget stall tactics - the anthology is available now, in both ebook and paperback.

Because I don't know about you, but I hate to wait.

Fortunately, you don't have to.

And that's the beauty of it.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Come Sale Away

September 3, 2014

Cheyenne Blue's anthology Forbidden Fruit may be stacked with stories of unwise lesbian desire, but if you're a desirous lesbian, it would be unwise of you to pass up the present price of the e-book.

From now until the 11th of September, you can delight in the F/F tales in FF for less than a buck a f*ck.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Hear Me Out and Proud

August 31, 2014

Sacchi Green is committed to the characters and contributors in Girl Fever.

She wants us to be heard loud and queer.

What's that? You're not a very good listener?

Well, Sacchi won't hear of it.

But she wants you to.

Which is why she's offering a complimentary audiobook of this Sapphic short-short story book.

Two of these lusty lady lit bits are mine: "Off and On" and "Femme's the Breaks."

What's that? You could hear a pinafore drop? Or something a bit more hot and modern?

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Applying the Finishing Touches

August 21, 2014

Here's your first look at the First Time for Everything cover for an anthology that covers LGBTeens' first kiss, first love, first time, first burst with gay pride and joy.

According to Harmony Ink:

Your publication has now completed the Editorial queue, and the master document has been turned over to the Publisher for final processing. The Editorial Department thanks you for all your work and wishes you the best of luck.

The anthology will debut September 4 in both eBook and paperback.

My contribution is a lipstick lesbian love story entitled "Kiss and Makeup."

Like any teenager, Gina is petrified of rejection. Not from all her peers, just her fellow queersspecifically those on the Sapphic side. Basically, Gina's spent most of high school being out but never going out. Then she meets Simone, a cosmetics salesgirl at the mall, and develops a crush on the beautiful beautician. Maybe it's finally time for Gina to kiss her insecurities good-bye and make up her mind to go for the girl.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Bussel and Flow

August 11, 2014

Welcome, one and all that.

Whether you're a devotee who puts the "fan" in "fantabulous" or just turning on - er, tuning in - to the Can't Get Enough blog tour, you're just in time for "Under His Watch," an excerpt from Rachel Kramer Bussel's contribution to the anthology.

I'd say I’m lucky—if I believed in luck. What I believe in is making your own luck, seeking out not a soul mate who will fulfill your every whim, but someone who will make you not only a better person, but a more fully realized version of yourself. In short, someone who will make you feel lucky every time you look at him, hear his name, think about him, touch him, someone who will make you dizzy with desire and thanking God whether you believe in a deity or not that you found him and he found you.

That's what I have in my Leonard. Leonard is nothing like the dashing playboy types I'd been with before I met him. Leonard was fifty-one, a self-made millionaire content to let the younger men and women he'd hired run his software company while he worked on his house, played elaborate games online, studied art and traveled on occasion. I was a stay-up-all-night, thirty-four-year-old bartender, more concerned with where I was going to party that night than my investment portfolio or settling down.

We were opposites on paper, but the minute we met, I felt something in me shift, from my head to my toes, down deep in my soul, my marrow, and I knew we were destined to be together.

I didn't care about the age difference, or the fact that, at six feet tall, I tower over him by four inches, without heels. I cared that when he looked at me in that way he did when he approached me shyly at a friend’s cocktail party, I felt his gaze heat up my entire body. He was sweet and polite, no games, no lines, just appreciative as he poured me a flute of champagne. I felt that heat even as I knocked back my drink, leaned down and whispered in his ear that if he was up for it, I knew a cozy little closet were I'd f*ck his brains out. He  wasn't drinking, but he sputtered in shock, not used to women like me. For the record, he didn’t take me up on it just then—by now, we've f*cked in plenty of closets, but that night he simply let me do my thing, mingle and flirt and flit around the crowd, until it was time for him to help me with my coat, share a cab and a sensuous, deep kiss in the backseat and get my phone number.

Well, that's enough - the f*ck stops here.

To get it going again, get yourself a copy of Can't Get Enough.

It's a collection of prurient perfection.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Looking for Love in All the Leong Places

July 30, 2014

I couldn't get enough of the camaraderie during the Can't Get Enough author chat.

All the participants were receptive and respectful and engaged with alacrity.

Chatting online felt very old school. Given my affinity for nostalgia, that was right up my Allie.

Er, alley.

Most memorable moment of the evening: this comment from fellow contributor Annabeth Leong...

Allison, I'm currently swooning with fandom. I've loved your work since I read "Quite Contrary" in Coming Together: By Hand, and can't wait to see what you've got in Can't Get Enough.

What I've got in Can't Get Enough is a story about a man who's appearing in a production of The Fully Monty, a musical about down-and-out steel mill workers convinced they'll be in the money if they're in the nude. He's one of the star strippers and, naturally, he's nervous. His wife is so proud of him, her diamond in the buff, and as long as he keeps his performance anxiety confined to the theatre, she'll support him a hundred percent.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

The Chat's Where It's At

July 26, 2014

Tomorrow, at 9pm EST, the Can't Get Enough contributors will convene for a chat at WriterSpace.

Come for a Q&A about T&A and a giveaway - in my case, jewelry created by the very hands that typed and hyped "Strip to My Lou," my story in the anthology, which, in spite of its name, is quite fulfilling.

Brace yourself:

Be there or be bare... wristed.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Come What Mae

July 15, 2014

In the words of the bawdy, gaudy, and sagaciously sage Mae West:


Words to live it up by, as the characters in Can't Get Enough can tell you.

This anthology, edited by Tenille Brown, comes straight (heterosexually speaking) from Cleis Press.

My story, "Strip to My Lou," tells the tale of a wife who gets a big bang out of her husband's prurient performance in the musical The Full Monty

Give this guy a hand, why don't you?

She certainly will. 

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

TLC for the TOC

July 10, 2014

Editor Cheyenne Blue has me tickled pink with the cunning and stunning cover for her new anthology, Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian Desire.

The juice is loose, so drink up this lineup:

"Our Woman" by Rebecca Lynne Fullan
"Hands Off" by Ava-Ann Holland
"Shelter" by Jean Roberta
"Ungodly Ours" by Allison Wonderland
"The Rules" by Rachel O. Esplanade
"The Further Adventures of Miss Scarlet" by Emily L. Byrne
"Sunrise, Sunset" by Sacchi Green
"The Clinton County Horse Thief Society" by Axa Lee
"Freedom" by Harper Bliss
"Ascending Amelia" by Erzabet Bishop
"Bachelorette Party" by Beth Wylde
"Thanks to Irene" by Nicole Wolfe
"Ash" by Niki Crow
"The Law of Reciprocity" by Laila Blake
"Shallow End" by L.C. Spoering
"The First Stone" by Lisabet Sarai
"Out for the Count" by Cheyenne Blue

The book will be oeuvre and out next month.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

E-maelstrom of Good News

June 17, 2014

If good things come in threes - and if a maelstrom can be a good thing - then I've got three very merry messages to share from the publishing whirled. Er, world.

First Message

Thank you for your submission to the Harmony Ink Press First Time for Everything anthology. We were thrilled to receive over eighty submissions for our first YA anthology. I'm happy to say that I'd like to include your story in the anthology, which is scheduled for release on September 4, 2014. If you agree, I will send you an electronic contract in a separate e-mail. Please follow the instructions in that e-mail to return the contract, and in the meantime feel free to contact me if you have any questions.

Second Message

Wild Girls, Wild Nights, [which includes my story "Guise and Dolls"] has won the Lambda Literary Award for Lesbian Erotica! All the credit belongs to you, but I'm the one who got to attend the ceremony and accept the five-pound engraved glass trophy in the shape of a book. I know, life is not fair. 

Third Message

Thank you for submitting your story to Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian Desire.  I'm very happy to tell you that your story made the final cut and has the okay from both me and the publisher, Ladylit. Congratulations on a wonderful story.

My head is practically spinning with delight.

Yours can be, too.

Just give it a whirl.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Take Five (Thousand and Fifty)

May 22, 2014

And you'll have the length of the longest short story I've written thus far.
Up until a week ago, I'd never fretted about exceeding a story's maximum word count, only meeting its minimum, and making every word in the word count - count.

But for the very first time, I had to leave some material on the bedroom floor.

Er, cutting room floor.

This was one of those stories that was assiduously arduous to write, and I nearly called it quits on several occasions.

But I typed on. On I typed, and eventually grief gave way to relief as I refined the piece, squealed in delight when I had no more to write, and delivered the womanuscript to the editor.

This is someone I've roomed with, in a manner of speaking, our stories having appeared together in several collections, and I revere her as a writer. This gave me something new to fret about: what if the feeling's not mutual?

Turns out, I got overwrought for naught:

I look forward to reading your story (especially as I have loved your work over the years).

I'll trade fears for cheers any day.

I just hope my story works for her so that I can work with her.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Wild about This News

March 10, 2014

Hi folks,

I knew you were all extraordinary writers, and now the Lambda Literary Award has recognized that, too. We're one of three finalists for the lesbian erotica award this year. Thank you, thank you for your excellent and heartfelt work; I was just the catalyst.
This exciting e-mail is referring to Sacchi Green's combustible collection, Wild Girls, Wild Nights, which features audaciously arousing--and, in my case, awesomely alliterative--anecdotes that are stop-traffic graphic and spectacularly Sapphic.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

As Gay as a Lady Is Pink

February 24, 2014

Are you too pure to be Pink?

If you're reading this blog, chances are you don't put the "Lady" in "Pink Lady."

And that's something to sing about.

So is the 2014 edition of Radclyffe's Best Lesbian Romance series, in which you'll find "Pink Lady Friends," a tale of two teenage lovebirds--and songbirds--whose relationship is about to undergo those magic changes.

Here's my tale, nightingale...

A slow song comes on: "I Love How You Love Me," a gender-neutral girl group great.

"May I have this dance?" Jack inquires. He extends his hand. Take it or leave it.

I leave it. "I'm taken."

"With me, I hope."

"By her, you dope."

"What, are you gay or something?" Jack chuckles. It's not mean-spirited, but my heart still feels like it's jumping on a moon bounce.

Ramona looks at me. I look at Ramona, who looks more hopeful than expectant. I take a deep breath.

"As a matter of fact, I'm gay and I'm something." I hitch my hand to Ramona's. "This is my girlfriend," I continue. "She's something else."

"She's also as gay as a lady is pink," Ramona adds, our joined hands swinging to-and-fro like a swishy poodle skirt.

"Unreal," he remarks. In the '50s, that meant exceptional, so we'll take that as a compliment.

"That's the word from the bird," Ramona affirms, and we watch as the dejected duo departs. "May I have this dance?" She extends her hand. Take it or else.

I take it.

We sway together, huddled in a cuddle, because I don't need a Jack in my box or in my arms.

"Leslie, I have so much gay pride in you right now, it's not even funny. I love you."

"I love you, too," I ditto.

"You love U2? I thought you were all about The Ramones."

"Oh, I am all about the Ramones."

The distance between us dwindles, the frenzy of freckles on Ramona's nose getting fainter; the scent of her hair, a duet of almonds and oranges, getting stronger.

"Don't be afraid to take risks," she whispers, kissably close. "No risk, no reward."

My breath zigzags in my throat.

"I could care less what people think," Ramona reminds me. "Could you?"

Could she?

Would she?

Should she?

Well, according to Cleis Press, the stories in this anthology provide "possibility, passion, and promise."

So if that excerpt razzed your berries, then take Rizzo's advice and let's go get 'em.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Hers, Thine, and Ours

February 11, 2014

It's here... it's queer...

 go get it!

After all, there are worse things you could do than read "Pink Lady Friends," a love story about two rock 'n' roll party queens who go together like wacky, make-believe words.

If you're as gay as a lady is pink, then this book is the one that you want (ooh, ooh, ooh, honey).

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland

Worth Two to Three Thousand Words

January 30, 2014

With several new calls for Sapphic submissions, I'm finding inspiration in the (f)unlikeliest of places...

The page:

The stage:

The forest:

Where will my mind wander next?

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland


January 1, 2014

It's a new year and I'm here with a new cover and new... well, news.

Can't Get Enough: Erotica for Women now has something in common with Sandy from Grease:

Speaking of Grease, Radclyffe, the anthologist of the Best Lesbian Romance series, has included my story "Pink Lady Friends" in the 2014 edition!

I am, not surprisingly, tickled pink.


Er, summary. Sorry--still checking out that cover.

The only dyke drama that Leslie and Ramona have ever been involved in played out on a proscenium. But now their relationship is about to take centerstage. Are the girls ready to experience those magic changes?

Find out on February 11, the gay--er, day--of the book's publication.

Curiouser and curiouser,
Allison Wonderland