An examination of my own whirling thoughts, opinions, and rabbit holes. Most if not all posts will center around writing and my motivations for undertaking such work.
My musical buddy, a guy named Jonathan Foster is going to use a song I wrote in his next album. That's pretty damn cool and flattering. I wrote it for a story, and it turned out pretty good.
If you want to abuse your ears here's me singing my acapella version of it. Bled the Blood Jonathan will do a better job though, thankfully.
I've got just enough of a few gifts to know that I am not quite at a level that can be considered exceptional. But, that's all right. I'm p
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If you want a feel-good story that will probably make you cry, then click the link.
I really needed something like this when I came out. I didn't get it, and it was a very rough time. Maybe I'll write about it at some point, but not right now - I want to function for the rest of the day.
"Okay, are you seriously not going to tell me?"
I lay in bed with Greg. He hadn't planned to end up tangled in sheets with me that night, but I can be terribly convincing if a man let me kiss him.
I chuckled, and his hand rubbed my chest gently. "Come on." He tried to work me, but it wasn't necessary. I had wanted sex, he gave it to me, so I'd reward him.
"Fine." I took a breath, and he grinned. Greg wriggled a little closer, and now his forehead was under my arm, w
It was 1997, May. I was a U.S. Sailor, twenty-two years old, in excellent condition, and a fantastic mood. I walked down the streets of Seattle - Broadway, specifically. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and I was out for my standard, debaucherous weekend in Hillcrest, the queer part of the Emerald City. It was still early for a Saturday, only around nine a.m. There were people seated outside various breakfast spots at tables on the sidewalk, thanks to the popularity of the eateries in that pa
@Mikiesboy: Thanks for patiently explaining how the Life works from the sub perspective. I appreciate your time to help me get it right. FYI, anything I get wrong down the line in my writing is my own fault. Without you, it would have been worse.
@Fae Briona: The other side of the coin - the Dom perspective. Your insights and your time reading my latest work have helped considerably. I know that some of it wasn't easy to get through. Again, anything false in my writing is my own failu
I don't have the best grasp of the mechanics of writing. I am sure I give my poor retired school-teacher editor fits (it'd be worse without Grammarly). Yet, I still feel my work has merit.
Emotion and its description is something I love to do. I love making a reader laugh, cry, or shake their head in frustration at a character. Best, is when they empathize with the poor choice the character just made. The reader gets why the decision happened because they're on the same emotiona