In my family, humor has always been a way of putting crap into perspective. When life hands you lemons, make jokes. And then possibly lemonade, too. It is coming up on summer.
In that spirit, I’m trying a self-publishing experiment. And that experiment’s name is “If You Were a Butt, My Butt.”
If my Patreon reaches $100 by the end of the month, I will write and send “If You Were a Butt, My Butt” to everyone who subscribes. I’ll eventually make it available through other channels, too, but I’m going to post there first.
If you're already donating, you don't need to do anything. The piece will come into your mail as usual. But I want to let you know what I'm up to, and give you a chance to signal boost if you like.
I will be donating the first month’s Patreon funds to Lyon-Martin health services. Lyon-Martin is one of the only providers that focuses on caring for the Quiltbag community, especially low-income lesbian, bisexual, and trans people. They provide services regardless of the patient's ability to pay.
Since my Patreon is a subscription monthly service, if new patrons decide to unsubscribe after a month, then all the money they pay in will go to Lyon-Martin. They will also get the free monthly poem or piece of flash fiction. (And anything else they sign up for.)
Humor can turn anything ridiculous. That's part of its healing power. When that's the aim, being mean-spirited or nasty defeats the point. I can’t promise I won’t make any metafictional jokes, but I’m not going to focus on it. The rare times I do, it will be silly.
Given the circumstances, a bit of erotica is unavoidable. It also won’t be the focus, will be in good humor, and will be marked so you can skip.
Really, I’m just farting around.
So if you want to get behind butting into the conversation with something cheeky, then scoot your derriere to my Patreon. We can do it.