Book Review: It's Turning Purple, I Think We Should Quit by Thor M.F.Jones

Lo People,

Ya'll know Her Tangh-i-ness likes reading about sex

Problem is with all the bodice ripping, wanna-be story of O, or just Nine-and-A-Half-Weeks out there, not enough is written about Femdoms. So this reader being a FemDom, the title alone of It's Turning Purple, I Think We Should Quit, rated I've got to read this.



To make it easy for potential readers of this book, Her Tangh-i-ness will return to her personal rating system.
TAMTT *Take A Minute to Think* This means the sexiness might have to grow on you. Check.
WT *Wet* Self-explanatory. No? Check.
H/OA *Hand/Object Assisted* Requires immediate action after the story climax. Check.
FAPP *Find a Partner Pronto* Try this one at home, Folks. Check.
*Spoiler Alert* Her Tangh-i-ness greatly appreciates pithy plot summaries.
However, for those who must have a virgin reading experience, read no further, and eyeball elsewhere.

Agnes Reign sets her sights on a male exotic dancer whom she compromises and he ends up as her pool boy. But what about all the toys used, the sub space, and the techniques, the experienced Kinksters ask? Think of this book as a smutty hors d'oeuvre. Just smack your lips at the flavor and make eyes at the chef...er...writer.

It's Turning Purple, I Think We Should Quit is just about Femdoms having fun like those Sex in the City ladies. That's it.

*Spoiler Alert End*



Note: This copy of It's Turning Purple, I Think We Should Quit was an electronic edition purchased by the reviewer. Her Tangh-i-ness usually reviews on a for-the-love basis. No lucre has been involved.

Her Tangh-i-ness in the Kitchen: Shrimpified Clam Sauce Noodle Fusion *Dirty Pepper* Recipe

Her Tangh-i-ness in the Kitchen: Writin' About Somethin' Diff'rent.

'Lo People,

We're going to start off calling out the other writers I know posting about food on the Meta Book of Face. Alicia McCalla, Nicole Givens Kurtz, Cecelia Tan, and Milton Davis...yeah, all ya'll.

Her Tangh-i-ness is one of those writers who can be found with something hanging out of her mouth in the style of a lady ogre, a Skeksis matron, or a full-blooded werewoman/female shifter of a predatory species. Blame the Chinese zodiac placement. Wood Snakes like to eat.

When her face is not in a plate devouring whatever, Her Tangh-i-ness can cook for herself. She would cook more, but her day job leaves little time for puttering around after a ten hour shift. There is supposed to be a bevy of Neko kitty boys, submissive fauns, collared lycans, and/or a kinky cyborg/android cooking for her but we will not get into that.

Shrimpified Clam Sauce Noodle Fusion *Dirty Pepper*

Note: My Vegan peeps can substitute tofu, rice, pea, or gluten products for the mollusks and the crustaceans


Ingredients
Herb & Garlic Marinade
peppered vegetable broth
1 Can of clams
1 small ring of precooked frozen shrimp
Minced garlic
Minced Onion
Parmesan cheese
Bean thread (glass noodles)
Kohlrabi noodles (or Zucchini noodles)
Black Pepper
Safflower Oil
Microwave/Convection Oven

Time: 45 Minutes

Soak and boil bean thread and then the Kohlrabinoodles separately in the peppered veggie broth (Her Tangh-i-ness used a glass dish)
Mix them together. Put aside.
Pour Herb & Garlic Marinade, a dollop of Safflower oil, plus minced garlic, Parmesan, and onions into the remaining veggie broth.
Drain clams then add them and frozen shrimp to the glass dish.
Cook four minutes in the microwave. (Guestimating that it would be 10 minutes sauteeing in a convection oven.)
Add more pepper or non-salt seasoning to taste.
Serve up clams and shrimp sauce over the bean thread and Kohlrabo noodles
Chow down.

Note: Shrimpified Clam Sauce Noodle Fusion *Dirty Pepper* grew out of low sodium, non-gluten cravings. Her Tangh-i-ness usually reviews on a for-the-love basis. No lucre has been involved in her reviews. There was a pretty penny involved for the foodstuffs however.

Book Review: Hook Point: How to Stand Out in a 3 Second World

Hook Point: How to Stand Out in a 3 Second World by Brendan Kane

'Lo People,


Her Tangh-i-ness does not review books unless the writer's message appeals to her. Kindles, I must say, are a Book Hoarder's nightmare. They take you straight down the path of book addiction, but that is another topic altogether. Anyhoo, Her Tangh-i-ness read this book and now she has funny thoughts that Hook Point: How to Stand Out in a 3 Second World will help other writers she knows.

Writers are you listening? Actually, any Creatives in the house can take away Hook Point's actionable strategies. Her Tangh-i-ness believes as the book suggests "Think big." Up the Ante people. I have a feeling that Brendan Kane is a believer in the 100th monkey effect. There will be this explosion of writers building loyal followings because they have come up with their own interpretations of the techniques outlined in Hook Point: How to Stand Out in a 3 Second World.

But first I have some disturbing news for Writers/Creatives about the book.

Even Writing or Creating can be a business.

Gasp. Her Tangh-i-ness is a Creative and a Writer. I can't possibly be about business at the same time.

Her Tangh-i-ness will now launch into an imaginary conversation with Brendan Kane using quotes from the book.

Brendan Kane: "You provide your value by letting other people experience it."

Her Tangh-i-ness says: I must be ahead of the curve then. I'm priceless.

Brendan Kane: "You can't ask for money right away; you need to provide value first."

Her Tangh-i-ness says: But I'm priceless.

Brendan Kane: "Remember, the more value you give, the more value you get."

Her Tangh-i-ness: You know I'm priceless, right?

Brendan Kane throws up his hands and walks away.

Her Tangh-i-ness: There, I just proved my message.

PS. If you actually read the book you'll understand what that little exchange was about.

Note: Hook Point: How to Stand Out in a 3 Second World was a self-purchased digital title. Her Tangh-i-ness usually reviews on a for-the-love basis. No lucre has been involved.

In Defense of Wish-Fullfillment

In Defense of Wish-Fullfillment (An Essay about Writing) by Jarla Tangh





I’ve had it pointed out to me that I write wish-fulfillment stories.

My sister, Bobbi another writer, once took pleasure in a YA series called Sweet Valley High that I loathed. She loved it because it had the 1st-world problems of why won’t anyone in my peer group take me seriously, along with what dress to wear to that event, and what boy would be with the female characters on their quest to have an enviable semester or was it a summer. Who with any brain cells cares?

Yeah, I said it.

Sweet Valley High did nothing for me, as one can see, from my frothing at the mouth. First of all, the characters looked nothing like me. It’s not that I can’t relate to nonBlack characters. I’ll have you know I adore Lucy and Edmund Pevensie. The lovely thing about Narnia is I was able to just dwell there without being reminded of my otherness. C.S. Lewis put two humans in front of me and I wanted to know what would happen with the faun and the lion everyone kept talking about.

I am other. I am also Black. I accept that. So I want to read happy stories about others and Black characters that have magical things happening. I don’t want my others or my Black characters to suffer or struggle. People with 1st-world or Mainstream American problems do not get what it is to walk outside the door in public without being attacked for being other, specifically, Black. So why do I want to read or see others and Blacks getting attacked until the end?

Please don’t tell me that I’ll be inspired. I am not. I get angry. I have suffering and struggle in my ancestry.

It has me cringing when faced with people who look like me still living in tin-roofed shacks with outhouses in North Carolina. Where the hate in a general store leaves the tongue petrified to the floor of one’s mouth when a storekeeper barks at you. If I gave into the urge to verbally dismantle the bigot, I’d possibly end up at the end of a shotgun.

It’s self-preservation that ruled the day there. I understood I didn’t matter to the bigot and there would be no success in attempting to change his mind.

Everything in genre fiction follows the idea that after a character has been through sufficient Hell, they may, or may not, have a happy ending. A dwarf or several may die, and a sandworm will drown. Whole families try to exterminate each other.

It’s the tension and the suspense that will keep one turning pages.

Sometimes.

Other times, I just throw the book across the room, and if I’m truly peeved I will have to write my own interpretation of whatever the concept driving the reviled novel or story.

Mine is the mind that thinks a white ex-con who accidentally killed a Black woman’s child ends up as her male submissive instead of that best-seller about the college girl who dallies with getting spanked by a tycoon.

But enough about me.

There are times I just long to be transported as I was with Octavia Butler’s Wildseed, Craig Laurance Gidney’s Skin Deep Magic, Milton Davis’s From Here to Timbuktu, Charles Saunder’s Imaro, Valjeanne Jeffers’ Colony Ascension: An Erotic Space Opera, and Samuel Delany’s Tales of Nevèrÿon.

But those stories have struggle and suffering in them and even plots, you say.

That wasn’t why I kept reading them. I read them because of each author’s brand wish-fulfillment spoke to me. I wish there was a Black Adventurer with a sword instead of that Cimmerian barbarian guy to read. I wish there was a Black woman who could change shape and stand up to a difficult antagonist who falls in love with her. I wish that a gay slave could choose to re-purpose a slave collar into a love token with another gay slave.

I took in these author’s wishes for their characters loud and clear and felt compelled to know how they worked out. So in my own works, I will not be focused on themes, or plots, but what can I wish for these characters that I want to read?

Oh, dear, am I being a Contrarian again?



—Her Tangh-i-ness

I Can’t Write (An Essay about Writing)

I Can’t Write

(An Essay about Writing)

by Jarla Tangh





I am a Pantser. Pantser means writing to enjoy the journey and getting messy and seeing where the journey takes us. I am in a writing group with a Plotter.

When I put my latest Pantsing effort in for critique, I learn over and over again that I do not have a story. I don’t have the means to transport my reader into my world and have them want to stay there.

Sometimes, I do.

But it’s not often enough for a Plotter. If the story works, it turns out to be hit-or-miss in the Plotter’s opinion. I am fine with not knowing. For me, part of the delight comes in discovering: what am I trying to say? I take in the feedback from someone else who read it and they tell me where they didn't get it.

If I knew what I wanted to say, the impetus for writing it out becomes null and void. It makes me wonder if the other Pantsers have brains like mine. I do not live by goals, or beats, or structures. I begin with a character in a situation and follow her/him to wherever they end up. I also have a hard time with writing short stories. Did I mention that?

I prefer writing longer. It takes me time to wind up and I have to have a good ramble through a lot of sentences with adjectives, gerunds, and fragments before I have something.

If I am lucky, I really enjoy polishing my story when I am writing it, after it sits, and then polishing my story again. I suppose at that point is when I should share it with a Plotter.

Perhaps not.

I will have to write for me. I am who started me on this writing business. I wrote because I wanted to see something I wasn’t seeing. Because I’ve never seen it before may be part of the reason I don’t have the next steps for it or the escalating progression of cause and effect.

This is not an apology for being a Pantser. It’s simply my reality.

‘Nuff said.

—Her Tangh-i-ness

Book Review: Ring Shout by P. Djèlí Clark

Ring Shout by P. Djèlí Clark

'Lo People,


This more than a Her Tangh-i-ness Approved read. This book is about Representation of the rich lore that belongs specifically to the African Descended who ended up in Northern Turtle Island. Her Tangh-i-ness, at 13 years old, read A Wrinkle in Time and finished the book and said to herself. That was all about saving Megan's dad and Charles Wallace. Why isn't the book about Megan really doing something for herself?

2020 the year most of us can't wait to be over, Enter Maryse Boudreaux. She actually lost her entire family, unlike Megan from a Wrinkle in Time, and had to live with it.

I wish I had Ring Shout to read back when I was thirteen. This is one of those books that made me think I seriously need to step up my game. I am all about the Maryse Boudreaux. I love me some sword. Maryse has a spirit sword, P. Dèjí Clark says. Her Tangh-i-ness is like Oooooooooooh!

P. Dèjí Clark says, Maryse gotta a crew with a lesbian incendiary device-maker, a wisemouth high-yaller sista, a Native American scientist, and a Gullah root woman. Her Tangh-i-ness is nodding in approval, them's her kind of peeples.

P. Dèjí Clark says, Imma tell part of de story inna Atlantic Black Creole called Gullah. Her Tangh-i-ness, who appreciates fine code-switching, is all ears.

P. Dèjí Clark says, Maryse getting herself into kinds of Fantastical Good Troubles Her Tangh-i-ness is flipping pages.

P. Dèjí Clark says, Here's Lovecraftian Horror done right. Lookit Butcher Clyde wif all dem mouths and this Grand Cyclops wormy-thing. Her Tangh-i-ness is eyes locked to the page and savoring every word.

P. Dèjí Clark says, Maryse's gotta fine Black man who understands how to properly worship da kitten. Even if there is an ellipsis immediately after that line. Her Tangh-i-ness is all about keeping hold of a well-trained brother.

P. Dèjí Clark says, Remember that piece of crap reel—Birth of a Nation? Lemme show ya how Maryse do.... Her Tangh-i-ness trusts the rest of ya'll to read for yourselves to see how that played out. Her Tangh-i-ness is STILL chuckling to she-self.

Peace out

Note: Ring Shout by P. Djèlí Clark was a self-purchased digital title. Her Tangh-i-ness usually reviews on a for-the-love basis. No lucre has been involved.

Book Review: Ofo Ase 365 Daily Affirmations to Awaken the Afrikan Warrior Within by Balogun Ojetade

Ofo Ase 365 Daily Affirmations to Awaken the Afrikan Warrior Within by Balogun Ojetade

'Lo People,


This is a Her Tangh-i-ness Approved read. I needed this book right now to remember no matter how much the media and the nonBlack culture wants to denigrate people who look like me, I am free to absorb another message. Let us see what Babalorisha Balogun Ojetade has to tell us about using the power of words.

Affirmation "6. I am a great protector of my family, community and people."

Ofo Ase 365 Daily Affirmations to Awaken the Afrikan Warrior Within is a book about the practice of using Affirmations with an Afrikan mindset. Etymologically speaking, Ofo Ase can mean sorcery ọfọ, aṣẹ decree or command, and it can also contain àṣẹ order.

Affirmation "37. I am granted a warrior's strength by the Universe around me."

The Fluidity that Ofo Ase speaks of is a critical skill to cultivate. All those Believers in Ifa and Orisha who are ruled by water will nod in agreement at this. This book is valuable for pointing out that even warriors should not, and need not war all the time. Fluidity is resilience.

Affirmation "87. I fight to bring the power of good into the world."

However, warriors are vigilant. Warriors must know when to flow away and when to engage.

Affirmation "90. I am ever victorious because I expect to win."

It is no surprise really that when Ogun, the West African deity of Iron, War and Creativity shut himself up in the forest, it was the sweet water that brought him back. Therefore I giggled when 2/3rds into the book we come to...

Affirmation "272. I attract love and romance."

It's no secret Her Tangh-i-ness loves books on Manifesting and the laws of Attraction. Most of the time Her Tangh-i-ness is mellow so people assume she's a lover not a fighter. I got news for ya'll. My daddy is an Ogun. Really. No kidding.


Note: Ofo Ase 365 Daily Affirmations to Awaken the Afrikan Warrior Within was a self-purchased digital title. Her Tangh-i-ness usually reviews on a for-the-love basis. No lucre has been involved.