Thorn Wilde

Feeling anxious again today. And irritable. Which is all normal when I'm hypomanic. Just want to be all by myself, but flatmate's back. She'll be going to bed soon, though, I think. She usually sleeps early cause she has to get up early for work. Listening to music in the meantime and trying to write. EDIT: Expect sudden mood swings from me. I apologise in advance... If I get annoying let me know and I'll bugger off for a while.

I prefer early Maiden to the later stuff.

...where did you get the idea that Howl would be unacceptable on this site? There are restrictions on the forums, but content restrictions for stories and poetry are, in fact, extremely limited. There are literally two things that aren't allowed under any circumstances: Stories that romanticise pedophilia, and necrophilia. Read the stories archive guidelines (under Help > Guidelines) if you're confused. It makes it pretty clear that, with sufficient warnings, ratings, and quality of writing, you can post pretty much whatever you write, though sometimes requiring moderation review beforehand. These rules are perfectly reasonable, and if you want to read stories about pedophilia you're pretty much a scumbag anyway. You want necrophilia, you can go elsewhere. EDIT: Actually, here you go. Scroll down. Read them yourself. https://gayauthors.org/guidelines/

That really sucks. Feel better, A!

Aww, beautiful! That was a lovely ending. Looking forward to the epilogue! Will there be smut? Because lack of smut was the only drawback to this fantastic final chapter. My theory was not entirely spot on... I thought maybe Alex had pushed Carter. But I'm actually really glad I was wrong because I didn't really want Alex to be that much of an asshole. Thank you for writing this story, Laura! It's been a pleasure to read.

Morning, molly. Hope you're having a good Sunday.

Stay warm, tim! Morning, DiC! I stayed up way too late last night reading this webcomic, which as opposed to the other one I reread last night, is in fact complete. And beautiful.

Not necessarily, though. Many conclude that it's not genetic, but based on hormonal exposure in the womb. That makes it no less biological or innate, but it also doesn't make it genetic. I'm sorry, but hell no. 'Either one or the other but not both?' Guess I and every other bi person I know is a huge outlier, then! As if bisexual erasure isn't a big enough problem in our society already, now they're gonna try and come up with 'scientific proof' that we don't exist? Hell no. And where do trans people fit in here? What's their definition of straight and gay? Is it penis and vagina? Guessing they're going by primary sex characteristics here, like everyone else does. Poor gay man who falls for a trans dude, I guess. According to these people his boyfriend will never be able to turn him on. Since you didn't share a link I have no idea where the article you quoted came from or who the academics in question are, but I call bollocks. Guess what? My libido is not through the roof and I'm still bisexual! I still find both men and women and variations thereupon attractive! I still enjoy sex with each of these subsets of humans! I still fall in love with people regardless of which part of the gender spectrum they appear on and it has nothing to do with my libido. I can go months without craving sex with other people at all. This text so much simplifies the entire issue of sexuality that I can't understand where the scientific method has even been applied. Unless we're down to its most basic components, science never deals in absolutes. Ideology does. So I will respectfully request that those 'scientists' take their 'results' and go take a long walk off a short pier.

Goodnight, molly! I'm heading to bed in a minute, too. Getting sleepy, but started writing, so need to finish this bit I'm on first...

Goodnight, tim!

Go for it, A! You wouldn't be the first to publish a book with unconventional writing. And what's the worst that can happen, really? Do the thing!

God, I don't think I could. Not this one. Cause I know Jesse was going somewhere with it, that he had a clear idea, and I can't recreate that. I was just along for the ride. So much about those characters that we never learned... Besides, it would feel weird cause I almost kind of knew him for a while. EDIT: The comic in question was called Metanoia. By Jesse Hajicek. I'm not gonna link it, cause if you click that link you will read it, and you'll be sad when it ends. Well, you will if you're anything like me...

Just reread this... Still have no real words... So moved. Thank you, tim.

Ugh, why do I do this to myself? Just reread a webcomic I read in my teens. Thing is, it was abandoned halfway through the eleventh chapter and the artist just kind of up and vanished (I mean, I found him on Tumblr 10 years later, but the comic is still dead). And it's so good! It's, like, gay Supernatural meets Sandman, kind of. All angels and demons and gorgeous broken boys. And I get to the last page and just, fuck! I will never know what happens next! This has been Thorn airing his frustrations. Please resume your regularly scheduled programming.

Okay, feeling kind of emotional now. Long day, I guess. Also, brain in overdrive.

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I would love to publish something, though. I mean, even if I couldn't make a living doing it, it could still bring in a bit of extra cash. Like my music. I dunno. You're right, though, it's not some measure of ability or success. The fact that people want to read my stories is in and of itself amazing, I think. And yeah, she is missing out. It's like she doesn't want this part of me in her life...

Same. I really struggle when flatmate's watching YouTube videos while I'm trying to write. I can listen to music while writing, provided it's music I've chosen for the purpose. Boyfriend plays video games and watches documentaries at the same time. I cannot understand it. But he's happy to wear a headset if I need quiet. Wish my mum did. She doesn't want to hear about GA. And she keeps saying I should try and write something to get published, but she won't read the stuff I post here, even when I send her links to stories without sex in them. This is what I write. I can't just choose to write something else if it's not something I want to write... Hope everyone's doing well this afternoon/evening! I had my friend over and made my bolognese. He really liked it. Then we talked about music and writing and porn, lol! We can talk about anything, for hours. I really like him.

Omg, just starting listening to Jack of Hearts and I am dying! The guy who reads it is amazing! Laughing out loud on the metro! 😂😂😂

My first webcomic was Megatokyo, which is where I learned leet-speak. My second was Questionable Content, which is still going, and it's so much fun to see how much Jeph Jacques' drawing style has changed and improved since he started out in 2003. And then there was this, Metanoia, which was beautiful and gay af and sadly abandoned by its author (Jesse Hajicek wrote a fantasy novel too, though, The God Eaters, which was fantastic and also gay af). A lot of good gay webcomics out there and I cannot proceed without plugging The Less than Epic Adventures of TJ and Amal.

Morning, DiC! Hope everyone is doing well. And that none of you are awake at this ungodly hour on a Saturday where you all are. I'm meeting my mum in town today, to buy her Christmas present for boyfriend (he wanted slippers and she wants me to help pick them out) so it's here when he is. Tuesday... Holy shit... Then I'm having a friend over for dinner. Gonna make my bolognese (the one I sneak into about 50% of my stories). Have a good day, you lot!

Thanks. Me too. Goodnight!

I've been sitting here on the couch writing all day. I'm 5.6k words into my story for the spring anthology. I started this morning. Well, I may have written a few hundred words last night, but all the same... Feeling very productive. Also started on another short story about Stephen and Lewis that I got the idea for last night. Meanwhile, the things I should be working on lie forgotten. It's nice, though, cause I haven't felt very productive for the past couple of weeks, but in the past few days it's been coming back. Just hoping this doesn't mean I'm about to become hypomanic again, because that would just be exhausting at this point. That was a very long winded way of saying that I'm tired and I'm going to get ready for bed. ...yeah. Probably hypomania. Fuck.

Good luck!

My dad read me The Hobbit when I was 7, I think. I liked it a lot, but the 'back again' part got boring. The copy in my bookshelf is in Finnish and illustrated by Tove Jansson, the creator the the Moomins, if they ever made it across the pond. She was a wonderful illustrator, and when The Hobbit was first translated into Swedish, it was with her illustrations. For the 100th anniversary of her birth the book was rereleased with her drawings, but sadly only in Finnish, which I don't speak. I bought it anyway. Narnia was my first fantasy series. My mum read them to me as soon as I was old enough to understand anything at all. Before that there were some books by Swedish children's book author Astrid Lindgren, who wrote wonderful fantasy stories for kids, though. I got the first Harry Potter book for Christmas '97, when I was 9 years old. I still have it, it's a first edition. Nearly all of them are, except the second and third books. I pre-ordered those things, got them the day they were released. I wrote and read so much Harry Potter fanfic... I recall one in particular I read that actually predicted Snape and Lily's friendship before The Deathly Hallows even came out. It was very good. The first sci-fi I got into was a YA series called Animorphs. There were 54 books in the series, plus a few extra novels. The books weren't long, you could read one in an afternoon if you didn't have much to do. They were not great books, but I devoured those things and I loved them so much. I still have them all. I think of them as a gateway drug. At the time they seemed amazing, but they got me into some much heavier shit later. Heinlein's politics aside, he did write some wonderful books. The Door Into Summer comes to mind.