tell me what u you want...

so..today i finally ha dthe time to get me a new cable for my camera so i finally can post pics again since i didnt had access to my pics during the last days,...so tell me what you wnat me to write about first...the trip to the museums island? eating at my new fav restaurant? the history fest/ carneval of cultures?..tell me what youn want first:-)

i swear i meant to blog..about the museums island (finally) as well as about food since our lovely donna asked me if i cooked something yummy lately..but..i simply didnt ha dthe time..so i ll leave you alone with the two hot covers of magazines who featured my work lately ...one essay of mine as well as one bdsm story..can u guess which cover belongs to which text??...and i ll be later back with more blogging:-)

so..actually i wanted to blog today about my trip with minisantiago1 and my cousin dirk to the museums island..but since its already late and i would have to load up a ton of pictures i took there i rather write about it tomorrow and today about my new gig at missima magazine where i write a sex-lexicon for educational use as well as a monthly column..about..you can guess it i m sure..yes..my usual subjects..sex, dating and relationship all under the aspect of the eternal questions..what do women want??? what do men want?...

so my first column isnt exactly new because it was already published in a shorter version in another magazine but this time its full length..and..what makes it a special for me..its full of quotes from such amazing writers as donna george storey, nikki magennis, midori, susie bright, kristina lloyd and a few other wonderful persons who gave me insight on their point of view when i interviewed them about the differences in female and male lust...so..the thing has a hook of course..its..in..german...sigh*...which surely makes craig happy (his german is really good!) ..but for teh rest of you i hope you have this translation funktion that jo uses when she reads my german internet stuff...:-)

http://missima.de/scarlet-skies-kolumne-danielle-de-santiago/2010/05/

hello hello turn your radio on...

i know i know..its been ages that i came here and i might have lost all my readers because i neglected them for so long...and i dont wanna bore you with stories about how sick i was...and then busy with so much work..and then i had not only mini1 but also mini2 (hurrraay) here for a while and after beeing all misserable sick and busy i m finally back here...yessss..and you..are you here too?

and since jo almost peed already her knickers because of a little story i told to her today i do wanna share it with you too...

so..today i went out to the countryside to visit my grandmother...and after tea and buisquits she unveiled the horrors to me:

grandma: oh...bunny*....i bought some of your books...

i mean wtf??? i told her..begged her!!! not to read what i write since what i write is..errrrr*..well....most of you know what kind of stories and books i write..so i asked my grandma not to read any of them since she is a total lady...so far from anything sexual as one only could be...so u can imagine how shocked i was and how uncomfortable i felt already as she went on:

grandma: and i wrote down a little list of things and words from your stories which i never have heard before..can you please explain them to me?

at this stage i couldnt blush any redder!!! but so i started to explain and already at word one she turned a bit white..at word two she was already pale and said: okay okay..i i dont want any more explanations!!!

by that time jo was already in happy histery and asked me if i conficate the books...and..well..i couldnt!!! because the books werent there..she had lend them to some of her friends!!!so i will never ever ever walk again into one of her ladies lunches without blushing like a ripe tomato...

so thats all for today...damn...i really missed that:-)

* yes...my grandma calls me bunny..and not only her but my whole family..i actually dont know why** but they all do sinc ei was a small child

** okay that was a lie...but i will not tell why they call me bunny:-)

memory lane: the nazi

a while ago i decided to start a memoir based series of posts...about random memories and imagies in my head..this wont be whole stories..because they arent whole in my head...

the nazi

ages ago...i was about the age of 7 or 8 there was a old nazi living in the town where i lived. even though he was a nazi he was very into my grandmother and always tried to speak to her even though she never even looked at him. i dont know his name anymore but i still can smell the booze in his breath, see the grey beard stubbles on his floppy, chalk-like skin and the bloody red bows under his eyes

he lived out of the town in an area were only indoor tennis courts and factories were as well as a wreckingyard. he lived in the middle of all this in a small prefab/ready to move in houses. he had set up the concrete tombstones of his two brothers in his front yard on the yellowish lawn. one day, i dont rember anymore how it has happened, he brought me there. there was no heating but a dirty old oven who burned on high power in the kitchen to give a bit of warmth. he showed me his porn first. silly and cheap porn. 70ies stuff. and a book which seemed to be an erotic novel...the title was something like "venus blossoms" (interesting that i dont rember his name but the books title) and he asked me if i already "did it"...he told me about he met hitler during the war or after..and how that was the most important moment in his life...he showed me his altar...with some kind of nazi thing a cross or something...a copy of mein kampf...(something else was there but my fluish head dont rembers today) all neatly presented on a kind of wooden bench..a island of clinic order in this messy house with all the beer cans...with the yellow plastic curtains...everything smelling smoky from the permanently between his fingers tucked cigarette..an everylasting cigarette dying his claw like splintered fingernails in nicotine yellow too...thats all i remember..that and that he wnated me to drink some beer..he often went to the bathroom...i guess i spend the whole day there but then i went away...i rember how heavy my schoolbag was...the wreckyard dog barked at me when i walked on by he went along with me, barking on his side of the fence...when i came home my legs hurted like hell from the far way back to town...and my grandmother cursed me for not coming home after school...i never told anyone that i had been there in that house...tombstones in the frontyard and also inside nothing was alive anymore..

rejection, really?

i hate rejection..i really do...especially when i m sick like a sock puppet (as shanna would say) and so it didnt better my mood when i got an email by an editor which i really really adore telling me that i m not going to be in their next book..not because of the quality of the story but about the fact that i had been in so many of their books recently and they wanna give some space to new writers...and the story will be in the next issue of that series...so its not really a rejection because i worked a lot with them already and will again next year..but still..sigh* it made me feel crappy....kinda sad after all since i love that series of books a lot...

actually and to be honest i didnt had a rejection in a long while..i m so not used to it anymore..maybe this is a good lesson to be demure again..:-/

THE ABSINTH ROOM

So...I m sorry I join all of you so late in this discussion. I really want to say how surprised and overwhelmed I am by the reaction and all the comments this subject has received so far. Actually I m so happy about the whole discussion that I decided to start a new blog just for the purpose of discussions on subjects like that because it reminded me on my days in berlin when I still had some kind of literary salon and would have guests every week who would come for wine and discussion. So, that’s how my new blog the absinth room came into life. This blog is meant to be a new platform for those who want to discuss so called “sensible” subjects open or anonymously (you also can guestblog anonymously about a subject which is too “racy” for your own blog) and I hope for a lot of interesting conversations there. This blog is meant to be dedicated to the discussion itself and since I don’t want it to be all about me and my opinion I also will invite guest blogger to write about subjects worth drooling, fighting and discuss about it.
So come please and visit www.absinthroom.blogspot.com
If you like to become a guestblogger please mail to desantiago at gmx dot de