My father Terry was diagnosed with advanced cancer of the lung - Stage IV, as of today. The tumor in his left lung measures 6cm by 6cm, and is blocking the bronchial passageway, resulting in fluid filling the entire lung, called pleural effusion.Â
As my father's caregiver during the past nine months of illness - the doctors actually thought it was his diabetes doing all this! - I’ve had to focus on many things at once. Between writing, taking care of my children (one of which is ASD/ADHD,) and running Dad to his many, many doctors appointments per week, the costs add up.  Adding another job to the fray to support my parents through this ordeal is not an option. Â
My dad is covered under Medicare through UHC, but as most people know, cancer treatment can be mightily expensive. This fundraiser is to assist with any copays for treatments currently scheduled (pleural effusion draining, cytology, biopsy, and possible surgical consultation,) and the cost of maintaining his care and quality of life during this time, such as parking at medical facilities, and gas to and from appointments that have been at least two to three times a week. This is not covered under UHC, and an individual deductible will need to be met to close the "gap" towards the end of this year.
As Papa to my two children, and husband to my mom Geri - who is chair bound and cannot help much with his care other than emotional support - Dad is our family's heart. Please help us to give him the best care possible going forward. His need is urgent; as a retired steelworker, he only has a modest pension to support himself and my mother. Thank you <3
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“As you touch my skin, all that has been lost will be found again. Between the sweet caress of your fingertips and the sharp bite of your nails hide memories, and pain. And as your palm rests down on my stomach, it swaths them in warmth and the damp of lovemaking, trapping them, transforming. They find Home in the strange gentleness of your rough hands.”
"Peccatum in Carne: Sins of the Flesh" by Coco Mingolelli is currently being translated into both Italian and Spanish formats for readers' enjoyment! We hope to release in Italian in early Spring 2018, and in Spanish by February 2018. Our fabulous translation team includes Antonia Mariani (Italian,) and Alba Michelle Quiroz Garcia (Spanish.) Thank you for your hard work! ————————————————————— "Peccatum in Carne: peccati della carne" di Coco Mingolelli è attualmente in versione sia italiana che spagnola per il piacere dei lettori! Speriamo di rilasciare in italiano all'inizio della primavera 2018, e in spagnolo entro febbraio 2018. Il nostro favoloso team di traduzioni include Antonia Mariani (italiana) e Alba Michelle Quiroz Garcia (spagnolo). Grazie per il tuo duro lavoro! ————————————————————— "Peccatum in Carne: Pecados de la Carne" de Coco Mingolelli se está traduciendo actualmente a los formatos italiano y español para el disfrute de los lectores! Esperamos lanzar en italiano a principios de la primavera de 2018, y en español para febrero de 2018. Nuestro fabuloso equipo de traducciĂłn incluye a Antonia Mariani (italiana) y Alba Michelle Quiroz GarcĂa (español). ¡Gracias por su arduo trabajo!
Latin teacher Mallory Moore strives to protect her most promising - and perplexing - student in years from her overbearing father.Â
In the process, she steals Dawn’s heart, and unearths decades old secrets about herself.
As Mallory realizes that her only love has sprung from her only hate, Dawn must overcome the sins of her father to mend the pieces of a shattered life.
The long awaited first novel in author Coco Mingolelli's series, The Three Sins of Mallory Moore, Peccatum in Carne has captured the hearts and minds of both editors and readers alike. An honest and eye opening look into the world of lesbian relationships, it also touches upon the important issues of consent, mental illness, recovery, and finding joy in the serendipity of life.Â
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The Importance of Lesbian Fiction, Written by Lesbian Authors
It was 2000, and I was a sixteen-year-old girl in need of sisterhood.  Having recently come out to my mother and father — who were extremely supportive, thank gods — there was a keen sense of loneliness that I hadn’t expected. I had a gay uncle, and several cousins who had flirtations with girls. But, I still couldn’t help but feel like a ship out to sea, with no lighthouse to guide me.
I’d always been a voracious reader. Spending a Saturday browsing Borders Books and Music was a favorite past time of mine. After conveying my loneliness to the only other girl in my group of friends that I knew to be lesbian, we decided that something had to be done. We begged my mother to drop us off at Borders, and headed right for the Gay & Lesbian Studies stacks.Â
Who were we? Â We were going to find out about us.Â
What was us?
One particular book caught my eye. While my friend was busy nosing through 101 Ways to Date Girls or some such, a copy of Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg fell into my hands.
The person that stared out from the front cover was like many I had met growing up in a steel town, in Central New York. There were lots of women that called themselves “butch,” and worked the mill with my father. They would walk the strike line with him and I, finding some sort of solidarity in fighting for fair labor and fair wages. When my feet would get tired of walking back and forth, these were the women that snuck me extra donuts, and cider straight from the thermos. Hell, I’m pretty sure my first crush on a woman was for my father’s “foreman.”
She would sneak me blessed coffee, on our strike line breaks. If there’s one thing that’s holy grail to a ten-year-old kid at 3:00 in the morning, it’s coffee with lots of sugar. It was so naughty. My dad pretended that he didn’t see, I know.
The story of Jesse, the protagonist in Stone Butch Blues, reminded me so very much of the women* I already knew, and had come to love. Until this point, I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t realized that they were lesbians, or queer, or even transmasculine* — a word that I would learn much later in my studies of gender dichotomy in lesbian history.  Maybe I just hadn’t known the word to ask. How do you ask a woman old enough to be your mother, “Are you a lesbian?” Could you, without the word? Without getting into trouble? How does one go about asking in front of the hundreds of men around you, making the space very… not female? Without being rude? Without being unsafe?
I decided then that I’d give my younger self a break, and delved into Jesse’s world. The book Leslie Feinberg wrote was heart wrenching, almost too close to home, and very scary. This was not only my history, but the history of women-loving-women (and transmasculine/genderqueer people) gone before me. It was set in an area so very near to mine, with industries and words I knew well, and some that I had only come to take as my own – union, dyke, lesbian. Lesbian.
I’ve come a long ways from those fledgling forays into the world of lesbian fiction. I no longer identify solely as lesbian, but as lesbian and pansexual, the secondary label for my attraction to trans+ people of both genders. But if I hadn’t the opportunity to learn about myself, or the opportunity to read about women like me, struggling through this thing called life while outside the parameters of heteronormativity, my self confidence and actualization would have taken much longer.  I know this, because we see it often in countries or areas where being LGBTQIA+ openly is still rare, due to the danger. Having to keep secrets about yourself, in any way, can be damaging to the psyche, and the development of self worth.
I learned about lesbian love, lesbian sex, and lesbian history by reading books. Nobody was going to let me buy Tristan Taormino’s how to’s at sixteen, but I could infer from the lesbian fiction novels that slid just beneath the Mature rating. I see this today in the reading of F/F Fan Fiction by young women aged 13-18, sneaking by the Mature Rating by clicking “Yes” to the question prompt asking if they’re of age. It’s silly, isn’t it? The age of consent in most states is younger than eighteen by far — at least for heterosexual sex acts, so I digress. My point is, lesbian fiction written by lesbians, or those that once identified as such (queer, pansexual, bisexual, etc.) is so very important.
I’ve read some “lesbian” fiction that described someone licking a G-spot, and for years, I couldn’t figure out how in the world they did it. Older and wiser, I know that the character in question must have a) been Reptilian, b) had an extremely long, muscular tongue, or c) was written by a straight man masquerading as a queer woman author. I’ve watched shows, movies, and yes, read stories, where lesbian characters are described colloquially as catty, hard to understand, or worse. They rarely, if ever, get a Happily Ever After. Why is that?
For one, it’s because the market of Women’s Fiction that involves Lesbian Characters is over saturated with male voices.  Sure, over the past ten years there’s been a surge of lesbian-run small publishing companies, but they’re no Big Ten. It was harder to find the titles that they published, until big sites like Amazon made it easier for independent publishers to get their books out there. Until a book in particular was a best seller across the board, it was rarely stocked in a big box bookstore.
Lesbian Fiction needs lesbian writers, just like lesbian characters on TV and in movies need lesbian producers, directors, and actors. We are the voice of a generation, time and again, and we must be loud over the clamor of stereotype, of sudden death, of misrepresentation.
Some sixteen-year-old girl in the middle of nowhere is looking up to you, now.
Coco talks about the Importance of Lesbian Fiction, Written by Lesbian Authors.
Co-starring Clark the Supercat, my co-editpurr-in-chief. Plus, some discussion on what inspired me to write Peccatum in Carne: Sins of the Flesh, as asked by followers.
