Archive for January, 2016

This week marks the 259th birthday of Robert Burns – The National Poet of Scotland, the Bard of Ayrshire, the Ploughman Poet and a pioneer of the Romantic movement.

Born on January 25, 1759 in Alloway, Scotland to tenant farmers William and Agnes Burns, he was the eldest of seven and grew up in hardship and poverty which left him in poor health later in life.

Although called a fornicator, philanderer and father of bastard bairns, it is for his love of women, whom he worshipped and considered the superior of the species, he is considered a feminist. T’was he who said, “Mither nature…her prentice hand she tried on man and then she made the lasses, O”.

Burns advocated the rights of women at a time when the British Suffragette Emmeline Pankhurst was still a twinkle in Mither Nature’s e’e. It may seem frivolous today, but in 1792, Burns’ poem “The Rights of Women”, was ground-breaking. At a time when women had no basic rights, Burns not only honored women for their beauty, humor and intellect, he stood up for their place in society as equals to men and abhored the fact that other men did not.

In May, 1785, his first illegitimate child was born to his mother’s servant – in true Burns style he was already wooing a local lass, Jean Armour. By year’s end she would become pregnant with twins. Although they made an exchange of bibles and a promise, her father disapproved of their scandalous “wedding” – declaring them sinners and through the church forced Burns to stay away from Jean.

Burns continued his life of Casanova, relocating to Edinburgh in 1787 where he was published and very well received – raising him to rock star status – the Shagger of Scotland now had women throwing themselves at him – after all, what drops a woman’s pantaloons faster than a charming and succesful poet?

burnsHere Burns met Agnes “Nancy” Maclehose, a well bred beautiful young woman separated and lonely and they took up a clandestine affair. In all he wrote 9 songs for Nancy, the most well known of which, “Ae Fond Kiss”, he sent to her by letter. Although in love, the poius Nancy refused to consumate the relationship and when Nancy dispatched her servant, Jenny Clow, to deliver a letter to Burns, the rascal could not resist seducing her.

Nearly broke and becoming bored with Edinburgh, in February of 1788 he left the now pregnant Jenny Clow and returned to his ever faithful wife Jean Armour, renting a farm in Dumfriesshire. After a few years the life of farming was taking it’s toll and he moved the family to the town of Dumfries in 1791. Here he had another 5 children with Jean – the last of which was born the day of his funeral in July, 1796. He was 37.

Robbie Burns wrote, in his relatively short life, an astonishing collection of songs and poems and sired some 13 children, 9 with wife Jean (of which only 3 survived), and at least 4 (that we know of!), with other women and was a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic – “till I get once heartily in love, and then rhyme and song were in a manner, the spontaneous language of my heart”.

Dear All,

Take the big fat red pen and put February 11, 2016, at 8 pm, on your calendars!  I’m having a book reading event at The Art of Loving store in Vancouver, Canada.

From the Art of Loving Event page:

Seminar Leader: Madison Lake
Audience: Everyone

madison-lake-authorCome out for an evening of escapism & listen to local author, Madison Lake, read from her new book of erotic short stories. Bring your sweetie, bring a gaggle of boy or girl friends, or arrive solo.  One way or another you’re bound to enjoy yourself.

Snacks & beverages served, and a bevy of books and erotic playthings will surround you.  Remember, Thursday has long been the new Friday.  Get out and enjoy yourself.

Madison Lake’s career began in the mid nineties with production work and feature writing for travel and home lifestyle magazines.  Several years later she became a prolific writer of erotic romance novels, also known as romantica.  Her sixth book, Boudoir Stories, is a selection of steamy short stories that are sure to please.

***Please register via this Signup link. The book reading event Vancouver is free, but we’d love to know how many visitors we can expect. Thank you!

I am excited to meet you in person, bring your book copy for a signing, or get one at the event and I’ll be happy to sign it for you.  The books make a fabulous Valentine’s Day gift, you both will enjoy it, I guarantee.

Much love, I can’t wait to see you at The Art of Loving in Vancouver at 8 pm. Here’s the map of the location.

xo,
Madison

Today I’m going to give you some feedback about aging and dating from a guy friend of mine.

He’s a boomer. He’s old. He’s hetero.

He’s got a belly, is bald and is handsome. He’s also single and has been for seven years, since he and his wife divorced. She left him, but that’s another story. This story is about what it’s been like for him to date as an old guy.

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First of all, when I say old, I refer to anyone fifty-plus. Fifty seems to be the marker for many. Forty is the new thirty and all that, but fifty’s the game changer.

This guy said he usually reads or hears about how tough it is for women. They get dumped or leave their relationship and have a hard time finding another man. Most middle aged and older men are looking for younger women. Same old story that all of us women are used to but he said to me, ’In all fairness, wouldn’t you?’ He has a point. But mostly what he hears from women is that it sucks to be them at their age.

Women seem to claim all the hardships of getting older in the dating scene, how difficult it is to attract a ‘good man’, how embarrassing it would be to take off their clothes in front of a guy now that they are older, thicker, and have saggier boobs. But he says, what about the guys? Do these women think they are the only ones who suffer aging miseries? Do they think men can catch anyone they want or that all men are the same?

He told me about his dating experiences. Things started out fine, and dating again after his divorce was actually a lot of fun once he got into it. Until the horrible happened. He couldn’t perform, not for nothing, for nobody, no-how.

Since then, it’s been hard for him to get back in the saddle. The humiliation ran deep and the performance anxiety is ever present. It’s a man’s worst nightmare and my friend is not alone. But he’s recently met a great woman, so here’s hoping.

I’ve always enjoyed hearing a man’s point of view because they usually approach an issue from a different angle and offer another way of looking at something. And I love when a man shares on a personal level like we women do. Not all men or women can or will do that.

We know and respect that men and women are different, but we need to remember that there are also similarities. We all have feelings, we all have fears and insecurities, we all suffer as well as love. 

We’re all going down this path together.

                                                              Have a story? Send it to me. One hundred percent confidentiality. madlakepages@gmail.comman jumping

small-blackHello and happy Monday!

I hope you’re having a great start of the week!  My dog Pippa took me for a nice walk this morning, and I’m now sitting in my writing studio, drinking hot Chai Latte and getting ready to do some writing.  But first, here’s our Music Monday column.  Today I’d like to share with you a music recommendation by my reader Wilbur, he says “Boys Life”, a song by New Yorkers Small Black, is one of his latest musical discoveries, and he loves listening to them when reading Madison Lake’s romance novels.  Thank you, Wilbur, for this lovely recommendation!

On another note, if you are in Vancouver on February 11th this year, save the date for my Boudoir Stories book reading at The Art of Loving, an adult store and sex shop based in Vancouver. The event is free, but please signup here, so we know how many guests to expect.

Until then, have a fabulous Monday! If you’d like to recommend your favorite song that you like to read or write along with, please send it to me at madlakepages @ gmail.com.

Love,
Madison

As one of our Madison Lake staff members eagerly awaits the arrival of her first baby, I thought we should take this opportunity to explore the History of Childbirth and how it has changed through thousands of years.

Most people are familiar with the concept of “The Curse of Eve” and how all women on Earth must suffer as a result of her impetuous behaviour in the Garden of Eden.  Monthly period pains and the agony of childbirth are just part in parcel of the burdens of womanhood, or so our mothers tell us!

However, history shows us that this “curse” was not always so.  As far back at 3000 BC there are stories of women giving birth with minimal discomfort (if there were no pregnancy complications) and most ancient European cultures revolved around Mother Earth as the great creator.  Imagine a time before people understood the connection between sex and reproduction, its no wonder they worshiped women!   Statues of pregnant women were erected in the town centres and each birth was celebrated as a blessing for the entire community. 

The most famous scholars of the Grecian school of medicine, Hippocrates and Aristotle, were leaders in supporting women’s rights during childbirth. The former established the first organized instruction on midwifery and the latter studied the importance of the mind-body connection to achieve a peaceful and painless birth. 

Unfortunately, by the second century AD opinions about women as superior or even equal to men was over and their statues were destroyed along with the spread of Christianity throughout Europe.  Laws changed so that women were segregated and shunned during pregnancy, not worshipped.  As more people began to understand the connection between sex and childbirth, women were suddenly interpreted to be the personification of all carnal sin. 

The “Curse of Eve” became popularized as a new translation of the Bible was released, changing small words like the Hebrew “etzev” originally meaning “labour, toil and work” in the King James Bible to mean “pain, sorrow, anguish or pangs” in later versions. 

Not until the early 16th century when the lost writings of the Ancient Greek scholars were discovered did people realize the earlier work done by these medical philosophers.  Midwifery became a common practice again but it was still looked upon with disdain and pointlessness.  Mothers were not cared for or worshipped, they were simply there to bring new life to the earth and could be disposed of if necessary.  Many of the male doctors who dared to become involved in this “unclean” profession were inept, single, alcoholics with nowhere else to go. 

In order not to interfere with “the curse”, women were forbidden from any drugs or anesthesia to aid with the pain of childbirth, until Queen Victoria came along.  In 1853 when she was preparing for the birth of her eight child, Leopold, The Queen asked to be be administered chloroform to aid her with the birth.  Although all members of the clergy and many medical professionals opposed her wish, the queen unsurprisingly got her way.  She found the chloroform so helpful that she used it again during the labour of her ninth child, Beatrice.  After this monumental moment, wealthy women using anesthesia or “Twilight Sleep” during childbirth became popularized, almost to a fault.