Hi! I'm Bethany Frasier, and I write the mythological fantasy series Sapphic Tales, in collaboration with my writing partner, Melissa DJ from the UK. If you Google my full name (Bethany Ariel Frasier), you will find Sapphic Tales, as well as my Native American essays, progressive political blogs, poetry and erotica on Voices in the Wind. I hope to entertain you here, as well.
I am half-Cherokee/half Scots. While I'm here primarily for literary pleasures, I'm very open to new friendships and correspondences.
Interests So many, that a short list here seems limiting and inadequate. History, politics, feminism, philosophy, humanism, progressivism, Native American studies, social justice, sex... OK, that really shouldn't have come last, but... if I'd put it first, you would have found me out!
Favorite Books Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion, Mother Night, Player Piano, Perelandra, Out of the Silent Planet, That Hideous Strength, Any and all Harry Potter...
Favorite Authors Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Kurt Vonnegutt, Jr., Rowling
Favorite Movies A League of Their Own, Under the Tuscan Sun, Casablanca, Blade Runner, A Little Romance, Harry Potter, Dances With Wolves, Avatar, Now,Voyager!
Favorite TV Shows Daily Show, MSNBC, Black Sails, da Vinci's Demons, Game of Thrones, Manhattan...
A poetic treatment of one of the oldest epic myths
Introduction: One of the oldest of the epic myths of the ancient world tells the story of the Sumerian Goddess Inanna, and her strange, deadly journey down to the Underworld Kur, ruled by her older sister Ereshkigal. This tale has survived through the millennia, told and retold in many languages, but no one has ever known exactly why the Daughter of the Moon undertook this dangerous journey. Her descent into Kur resulted...
An unexpected discovery on a lonely hike up a mountain slope
Upon the dewy vale alightsThe misty morning shroudA rustic shack upon the heightsIs cloaked within the cloud I take a breath to view the sightAnd pause my weary climbWhile o'er my head the doves alightTo coo a song sublime The moment grabs my aching heartI wish never to leaveBut knowing that I must departI make myself believe That someday will I come againUpon that day I prayYour hand will be in my hand whenWe walk again...
Pow-wow The word comes to us from the Algonquin language, most likely from the Narragansett word powwáw, meaning sorcerer, or shaman. It is a gathering together of different tribes and clans for spiritual communion, or often, simply as a contest for Native American dancers. Every pow-wow is different, but there are a few important rituals that are almost always practiced during these tribal gatherings, so I'll describe a...