NG: Today, I'm welcoming author, editor and Creative Director of Middle Child Press, Amaya Radjani! Welcome, Amaya! We connected with one another through our blogs, so let's talk about The Blasian Narrative first. What's the goal/mission for this blog?
AR: The point of the Blasian Narrative to showcase the talents, thoughts, and issues of Black women and Asian men (and various non-white, non-Hispanic, non-black indigenous men as well). On the Narrative we nitpick and analyze various Afro-Asian attitudes and perspectives in an attempt to get everyone on the same page and keep them honest. Sociology, history, politics, and anthropology – in addition to the arts and entertainment – are our lifeforce.
Where entertainment is concerned, we bring neglected artists to the forefront. We hold Hollywood accountable for its immeasurable amount of fail all the time. Not even the comic book and fanfiction worlds are safe from us. We delve through it all in an effort to combat the misrepresentation and marginalization of Black women and Asian men in America media.
We try to foster fellowship within the Blasian movement, so we try to minimize the pointless chatter and eliminate the snark altogether. People don’t come to the Narrative to argue; they come to understand. And though we have a few comments here and there from readers, we’ve gained thousands of readers worldwide…and we’re not even a year old.
NG: I love what the Blasian Narrative stands for and I've enjoyed the thoughtful posts on your blog! IR relationships in general are underrepresented, but why do you think it's worse for IR relationships between BW and AM?
AR: The media portrays Asian men as sexless and one-dimensional, and no woman truly wants to be with a man American society purports to be short with a little dick, and have an innate skill in the martial arts. And since black women tend to be viewed as hypersexual, asexual or excessively damaged in the media, no (white) man wants to be with a woman he can’t save. As a result, these two groups are largely ignored in the romantic sense, because the media would have one believe that neither group finds the other attractive. For these two marginalized groups to come together romantically goes against everything American society believes. Anytime a hint of such an attraction rears its head (Raizo & Mika from “Ninja Assassin), it is immediately squashed (There is reportedly a kiss scene that didn’t even make it to the DVD outtakes). But black women do find Asian men attractive, and vice versa, and it is time that the rest of the world knows this pairing exists.
NG: Indeed! What do you think is the biggest misconception about IR relationships in general?
AR: That IR couples are with each other to rebel against certain norms, or to satisfy a sexual curiosity or quirk. Or that they can’t find anyone worthy within their own race, and erroneously believe that a person of another race automatically fits the bill. I’ve heard black women who have been consistently hurt by black men (never mind her being the common denominator) say, “I’m gonna go and get me a white man.” As if he will make everything all right.
NG: Do you think black women are becoming more open to the idea IR relationships?
AR: Yes. I’m one of them. As of a year ago, I was deliberately ignorant of a lot of stuff and believed—foolishly—that just because I’m a beautiful black woman, I should be linked with a beautiful black man. It was just the way my life was. I’ve always found Asian men attractive; hell, a beautiful man is a beautiful man, but I never seriously considered them as potential partners. When I became aware of the Blasian movement, I was like, “Really? Seriously? Why didn’t I know about this before?” And now I see Asian men differently; as a group of males that are easily accessible and want us; not like mainstream media would have us believe.
NG: You're the Creative Director for Middle Child Press. Tell us about MCP.
AR: Middle Child Press is the brainchild of my business partner, Ankhesen Mié. When the idea of The Sultry Court (hers) came up in an online writers’ community, I nearly had a heart attack because the concept was something I have personally never seen before and I read a lot of books. But when she and I considered other eBook publishers to produce our distinctive volume, we found them lacking in terms of marketing and aesthetics. So Ankh and I formed Middle Child Press. A “tree-friendly” publishing house, MCP caters exclusively to female authors of color who have faced too many arbitrary hurdles in traditional publishing venues.
My job as Creative Director is to oversee the creative process by providing constructive criticism and direction to authors so that they can produce the best book or short story that is in them at that time. I work one-on-one with every author to ensure maximum support and communication. I am also the liaison between the authors, the editor-in-chief, and the gifted artist who creates our book covers.
NG: What can readers expect from MCP?
AR: We produce quality fiction through a multitude of genres, including experimental categories. As Creative Director, I am not about to have a less-than-stellar product come out of MCP.
NG: Are you open to submissions at this time?
AR: MCP does not accept submissions. I typically search the Internet looking for potential authors and writers who seek to be published. It takes time because I look for serious potential and prefer someone who truly wishes to become an author and is willing to conform to my high standards. A lot of the time, I am referred to blogs and websites by my colleagues. Currently, I am seeking bold authors of erotica for Volume II of The Sultry Court. Do you have any recommendations?
NG: I do have one potential writer in mind. We'll talk later! MCP released The Sultry Court Anthology. Give us a short introduction to the book.
AR: Volume I of The Sultry Court contains standard erotic fare, but also includes stories that deviate from the norm. Readers should definitely keep an open mind when reading these stories and poems. They range from a sexy dinner date to intense encounters with supernatural beings. There is something here for all of those who appreciate quality erotica, as well as those whose tastes tend to run towards the left. Each of the authors who contributed to Volume I of The Sultry Court was asked to don a noble title and a naughty persona. We’ve got a Countess, a Duchess, a Viscountess and a Baroness, and all have blogs for their individual fans.
NG: Give me three reasons readers would enjoy The Sultry Court Anthology.
AR: 1. It is a unique book; each Lady has an original, hand-drawn avatar that precedes their story. Personally, I have never seen an erotic anthology with pictures, much less author avatars. The front and back covers are also original artwork created by our artist, Laura Baldree. I think the original artwork adds an exceptional touch.
2. I read a lot of erotic anthologies, and they’re all mainstream and modern. The Sultry Court isn’t like this and was never intended to be like this. It is an experimental anthology; anything (and I mean absolutely anything) goes. Our protagonists include doppelgangers, demons, descendants of Lilith, historic courtesans and ancient warrior queens. All of the women are of color.
3. The sex is hot! Our stories have a minimum of an R-rating, but me being the connoisseur of erotica that I am, I love it when authors decide to go for broke and jump out there with an NC-17 or even an X-rating. The Sultry Court is experimental, and that includes how the sex is depicted. If you like your erotica tame and vanilla…then The Sultry Court may not be for you.
NG: Where can readers/writers find out more about MCP?
NG: What are you working on for 2011?
AR: I’m writing my first Blasian novel, entitled Corruption. It’s the story of a sexy cougar named Mahogany Carroll and her precocious young lover, Jordan Yoshito. You can find a teaser on my blog at http://www.amaya-radjani.com/2011/01/teaser-corruption.html Corruption is slated to drop in the fall.
NG: How exciting! What are you reading right now?
AR: Full Dark, No Stars by Stephen King
Women of Darkness, Vols. I and II by Kathryn Ptacek
As You Wish by Nichelle Gregory (no, I’m not looking for brownie points… )
NG: Mmm hmm...you get points and I do want those brownies! What draws you into erotica/erotic romance?
AR: The hope of reading a good story with great characters that have potent chemistry, and a solid buildup into intense sexual encounters. I grew up on stories with tame or non-existent sex scenes, or erotica with mainstream sex. Typically, my response is, “What are they (the authors) afraid of? I can do better than that.”
I’ve been writing erotic short stories for years, but I’m a novelist by nature. And in my novels, my characters have fantastic, mind-blowing, very descriptive sex. Corruption starts out just like that. What’s the point of writing erotica if your characters don’t, ahem, fuck?
NG: Exactly! Anything else you'd like to share?
AR: Readers, feel free to check us out:
Middle Child Press at: http://middlechildpress.net
Reach me at: http://www.amaya-radjani.com
Ankhesen at: http://www.ankhesen-mie.net
AR: If you know of any good WoC writers seeking to be published, please let me know where I can find them. I’m always on the lookout for talent.
Thank you very much for this opportunity.
NG: It was my pleasure, Amaya! Ladies, you heard it here first...if you enjoy writing hot, different, sexy erotic about multicultural couples - check out the Middle Child Press!
Blurb:“What’s your pleasure? Assassins, queens, or courtesans? Demons, princes, or doppelgangers? Take your pick. Whatever your desire, you'll find it here in The Sultry Court. These erotic tales cross time and space, ranging from a seductive dinner date to the indulgence of a dark benefactor. When you enter the Court, you enter worlds poetically disarming, darkly sensual, and enticingly dangerous.”
Caution! Super Sexy Excerpt from “Banquet,” by Lady Aislynn Sanchar, The Dark Baroness Below:
Kasmir backed me into my kitchen counter and I gripped his shoulders, suddenly shy about the whole thing. I deal with men on a regular basis, but I have never ever ever dealt with a man like Kasmir Marshall. Suddenly, I regretted my casual dig at his age. He held my forearms and rubbed his nose against mine.
“Nisey, I want to kiss you,” he murmured.
“Good,” I whispered. “I want you to kiss me too.”
Kasmir crushed me against him and held my arms behind my back. I gasped, but then my lips were covered by his and I lost myself in a whirlwind of sensation. His lips were soft and full; really, it should be illegal that a man’s lips are that soft, and he knew how to use them. He continued to hold my arms behind me and my inability to move made the experience that much more intense. Kasmir caressed my lips and sucked the lower one before slipping his tongue inside to duel with mine. I couldn’t help myself; the woman in me seemed to roll over and beg for his complete attention.
Then my hands were suddenly free and I put them around his neck as our kiss deepened. Kasmir finally broke the kiss and stroked my arms.
“I think I’m in trouble,” he teased, kissing the tip of my nose.
“I’m not trouble,” I murmured, pressing my forehead against his chin. “I’m a good girl.”
“Oh yes you are,” he said. “Trouble, I mean. I so want to get into it with you. And you are no more a good girl than I am a good boy. I want to pleasure you. I want to make sure that you do not regret inviting me in, Nisey.”
“I haven’t so far,” I said. “You can really kiss.”
“There are other things I can do a whole lot better,” he said, spearing me with those gorgeous eyes.
I felt like a bad girl in spite of my earlier words. “Show me.”
He stuck two fingers in his mouth and pulled them out. I watched helplessly as they disappeared underneath my dress and found their way inside my panties.
“Mmmn,” he said. “It’s nice and plump and wet. I want to eat it. I want to eat you. I have wanted to eat you all night,” he said, boring his eyes into mine while squeezing my lips. “Your scent is enough to make a rational man crazy, and I…am…insane. I’m going to sit you on the counter and stick my tongue in this,” he said in a low voice, while running his knuckles over my swollen lips.
I stood where I was, trying to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. His fingers were gentle but sure, fingering my clit in a way that made me reverberate within. I took a deep breath and then he lifted me like I weighed nothing and sat me on the counter. I was embarrassed, for I knew he could see my wet panties and my complete arousal. Then he paused to stare at my chest. My nipples were marbles that protruded in sweet expectation, pushing up the fabric of my dress. A moment later, he took one of them between his teeth and bit it.
“Oh!” I said, and then sighed in ecstasy when he repeated his action with my other nipple. I was utterly and completely horny. “Maybe…we should go to my bedroom.”
“We’ll get there eventually,” he said. “I am in no hurry. I want to eat you right here in your kitchen.
Kasmir hooked his fingers inside the waistband of my panties and began to roll them down. I adjusted so that he could slip them over my hips and in one quick moment, they were in his hand. He sniffed and sighed before putting them in his pocket.
“Damn, woman, you smell so good! Ahhh! You’ve been teasing me all night with this scent, and now it’s mine. Mmmn,” he said.
“You could smell me?” I was mortified.
“From the time I kissed your hand in greeting, yes. Do not be embarrassed, love. The scent of a woman is the breath of God, as far as I’m concerned. I could barely keep my hands off you during dinner.”
“Kasmir! What are you going to do with my panties?”
He smiled at me and his eyes twinkled devilishly as he pulled me to the edge of the counter and pulled up a chair. Without a word, he lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders. My high heels bumped against his back as he wound his hands around my thighs and buried his face between my legs. I tried to be cool about it; to act as if it’d been last week rather than three years ago since I’d last had a man go down on me. But it was just a front, and Kasmir knew it the moment he sucked my lips up between his teeth.
There was no mistaking the pleasure that escaped him as he stroked my tender, engorged clit with the back of his tongue. I could do nothing but arch into his face and moan as he used his goatee to tickle my clitoris. He grazed his goatee over my trembling, leaking cunt as he impaled me with those marvelous eyes.
“Your clit is big,” he said. “Everything down here is built for a man with my tastes….Those silly little boys you dated didn’t know what to do with this fat, sweet pussy, did they? Mmn,” he murmured, taking a moment to suck my clit and run his goatee down my aching lips, “No, Nisey, you’re all woman and you need the attention of a man.”
The Sultry Court is available now with Middle Child Press!