Russianrat

Two men on the home front during the 1940's find that love comes in many forms.

Soft chimes woke me. I felt weightless, floating in air. Somewhere I heard water tumbling over stone, as if I were near a brook. Had I died after all, and gone to some kind of afterlife? I opened my eyes slowly. At first all I could see was a blur of color. Then my sight adjusted, and I saw that I was in a room decorated with tapestries on every wall. Carefully I turned my head and found the source of the water: a stone fountain, set exactly in the room's center. My stomach growled loudly.

I sagged against the wall, sick and dizzy. Dimly, I felt Rusty grab my arm to steady me. "My parents," I moaned. "They died in a fire." Rusty gasped. "Oh, Mack. I'm sorry. I swear, I didn't know." He eased me into the nearest pew. "I'd have never asked you this." I saw him turn towards the door. "Where are you going?" I asked faintly. "Back to the club. I could use a drink." He turned back to look me squarely in the eye. "If you need one yourself, go home for it, okay? Don't follow m

I stumbled out of bed and to the bathroom, where I was violently ill. Images from the dream kept flashing before my eyes. Fire. It was my secret fear, the one thing I dreaded most. Since my parents died—I shuddered at the memory. It had been a beautiful summer day. I was out of town on a rare vacation, a fishing trip up north. No one was able to reach me until I got off the bus in Boston and was met by a friend of the family. He took me aside and told me as gently as he could that the old heater

Back home, I fixed a quick lunch, and then scouted around for a good book. I'd just brought home a stack from the library. Reading was a lifelong passion, and I took the ribbing from the other employees at the club with a smile. I finally narrowed down my choices to a book on mythology and a mystery. The mythology looked interesting, but a little dry, so I spent the next hour with Rex Stout. But my mind kept wandering back to my encounter in the park. I put the book away and switched on the r

"Let the fires rage on, let them cure these twisted hands." --from "Pale Fire", by Michael Dinner The bar was crowded as usual, the air thick with smoke and laughter. I served another customer with a flip of the bottle, a move that earned me a smile. As the night progressed, I would drop the fancy acrobatics. They were wasted—pun intended—on the drunks. Heads turned towards the platform across the room. I got a break from work as everybody watched the man who stepped up next to the piano

A lover's quarrel leads to some strange discoveries on the site of the Lodge Pole Massacre.

"Sir? The film is about to start." Kevin Bennett turned from the display. The ranger, a young woman of Cheyenne heritage, stood patiently in the hall. After a moment's hesitation, Kevin followed the ranger. He wasn't getting that much out of the museum's display, anyhow. The ranger led Kevin to a small theater. There were only five other people in the room, some talking quietly as they waited. Kevin found a seat near the middle of the theater. Apparently there was some small problem wi

Ah-ha!! Thank you so much. I'm fixing it now!

I am enjoying this site a lot, but am a little bit frustrated about the feedback. Not the lack of it, but knowing whether or not I have received any without actually checking my story (just one now, there will be more) every day? Another site I was on for awhile offered an email link. Whenever feedback was received, the author would get a notification. The other option would be a mailing list, but that might be cumbersome, I suppose. Any other suggestions?

Ooohhh, here's a good topic. Now I was pretty horny before I started "T" (that's slang for testosterone in the FtM community). When I did start those shots, my libido went through the ceiling! Now it's settled down some, but the urge overwhelms me at least two or three times a week. Lower doses work great for the average woman. Gotta be careful, though...too much, and you can wind up with a beard.

A little less known entry from me on this topic...."Pale Fire" by Michael Dinner. I'm sure I could think of lots more songs that make me cry, but this one has been running through my head.

Wow....I feel like a spring chicken, at only 58! By the way, my thanks to Ricky, as well. A real helpful guy!

I have read some of Tanya Huff's books. The one thing that stands out in my memory (besides the very sexy Henry Fitzroy) is the way Vikki's eyesight is deteriorating at the beginning, then is magically cured once she becomes a vampire. And here I spent my money on cataract surgery, when I should have just let the eye doctor bite me. Hmmm!

Okay, guess I'll just plunge right in. I'm Russianrat (more commonly known as Alex). I'm a slash fanfiction writer from way back, but my last few stories have been original gay fiction. Oh yeah, I'm also a former female, now male. For some reason, I can't get the "transgendered" tag to show up in my profile! So "hi" everybody...am looking forward to getting to know you! P.S. Never mind...I see the tag does show up now.