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How about Pookas? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Púca

I will always write from the heart. I can’t do anything else. Thanks for your understanding, @Myr, it means a lot to me! ♥️

Sad to think that so many views were attributable to Internet spidering. I’ll take what I can get. I have a few readers left out there that I will continue to write for. Like I said, I will persist. My biggest problem is I have not been as engaged in the community as I should’ve been. I shall need to correct that.

The age verification is unfortunate but necessary. There are some things I think a young person can learn from what we write, but at the same time I understand the need for conservancy. It is just a shame that politicians seem to have so much power over our free expression these days. But, then there is much that is regrettable at play in our current times. GA surviving this will be a testament to our longevity and resilience. I learned a lot about resilience from my old mentor, Comicality, when he was still with us. His memory is why I still go on in a lot of ways. i’m from Southern California, born and raised. I grew up in the barrio. Spicy is my middle name. 🌶️🌶️

I put most of my content as ‘mature’ also. It gives me the freedom to express what I want to express in a story. But, my newest release is set for ‘teens’ just as a test. No sex or bad language. It does get more hits than my other stories, but still not as many as I was getting before. Hot wings sound good! That and a margarita is usually perfect to counter writer related depressions. 😝

I’ll admit to feeling depressed lately. My readership has gone from thousands of views to tens. It is hard to not take that personally. I will persist, though. Despite everything, I feel I must go on. It’s sad, though, that few will even look at my art. I work very hard on it and my heart has always been in it.

“:: Balder: a god of Nordic origin, known for his unnatural beauty and invulnerability. A mythic character, the main myth describing him tells mostly of his death by the machinations of his half-brother Loki. He was made invulnerable to all harm save mistletoe. By some magical contrivance, Loki made a spear of mistletoe and tricked Balder’s other brother, Hoør, who was blind, to launch the javelin into Balder’s heart thus killing the unkillable. ::” HAMLS recited. “A Norse god? Now that’s j

Ah…there’s the tragedy of a lot of his stories. There probably won’t BE another one. Comsie passed away in 2024. Probably the best we can do is imagine where this goes…and write it down.

For those of you, like me, who’ve been missing Comsie this month and need a little taste of what gifts he left us, try this story if you haven’t already. It is truly one of his gems! RIP my dear friend.

How I miss you Comsie. Two years out and I still miss you. This one was one of his gems! I’m glad so many got to read it and love it.

It’s common for us to blame something we are doing as the cause of an undesirable effect. We can hope to control ourselves, but we can’t control others. So, we try to find something we are doing to cause the bad situation. Brandon is in the dark. He knows nothing of what Billy is up to with Bobby. So, naturally, he blames himself for Billy’s behavior. He can’t really fathom what Billy is capable of. He won’t believe it of him. So…

Something is off with Billy… https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandon-smiling-from-the-billy-chase-chronicles-3/28 https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandon-smiling-from-the-billy-chase-chronicles-3/29 https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandon-smiling-from-the-billy-chase-chronicles-3/30

Monday Star-crossed! That’s what Billy and me are. Star-crossed! Today seemed to be a total fuck up from beginning to end with him! Maybe, I am worth the trouble, but not as far as Billy’s concerned! He TOTALLY blew me off today! I’m sad, sure…but, I’m also pretty angry! He said that he had something important to talk to me about at lunch and then he never showed up! I waited at my usual spot for him and he never came! I wanted to figure he was with Sam again and that mi

She’s always around too. Also, I don’t think Billy is up to the risk of discovery at this point…not when he has easier opportunities. 😕

Sunday Well, I didn’t call Billy today like I promised. He didn’t call me either so I guess he didn’t miss me much. He was so…disgusted with me yesterday! Even though it was Billy coming up with that disgusting suggestion of having sex in a public bathroom in the park, he was disgusted with me for not wanting to do that! What the hell is that all about? Was our love that fragile? Was this just a brief ‘puppy love’ kind of thing that comes and goes with the wind? Was this a li

Saturday Ok. I really fucked things up this time. I think Billy hates my guts right now. When I just got off the phone with him today we said all the ‘I love yous’ we were supposed to say, but there was something forced and insincere about his end of things. Billy really needed me to be with him today and I just…couldn’t. Marylin is here all the time now. I’m starting to hate this woman! It’s like she’s moved in with my Dad already! She’s cooking us breakfast and st

I fear that might be true @JeffsFort. Comsie may have written himself into a corner, bless him….

I’m seeking ideas. I want to finish GFD, but I have no idea what Comsie wanted the Vampire Dawn to represent. I’ve spent the past couple of years scouring for answers, but none come! Please respond with any thoughts you might have on the matter. It may help me bring GFD to its conclusion!

On becoming a true vampire… https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/the-seducer/47 https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/the-seducer/48 https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/the-seducer/49

§ § Sunday, June 17, 1990 We’ve returned to Vlad’s estate. I am still in a state of shock over my actions on Friday evening. I had hunted, trapped, taken the life of, and drained the blood of another living being. I’d say another human being, but…can I even be considered part of the human race anymore? I’ve refrained from talking too much about it. Vlad encourages me to talk about it knowing that the ‘First Draught,’ as he calls it, is always the hardest to deal with.

I think that the problem with the willing donor idea is that a vampire takes more than just the blood. Dracula said it best, “the blood is the life” and the vampire is basically a thief of life. They must absorb that life, the whole of that life, to renew the life inside of them. Comsie intimated this with his idea that when a vampire takes in that blood he takes in, for a while, the essence of that person too. For a while, a vampire actually becomes their victim in part. That can only happen if something more substantial than just blood is taken from a donor. The Great Hunt can allow for nothing less.

§ § Friday, June 15, 1990 My training continues apace, as Vlad says. I haven’t had much time to journal all of my experiences because I’ve been so busy. In particular, I had my first truly vampiric experience. I had my first hunt. I had felt the pangs of the Thirst, as Vlad calls it, and he insisted that it was time for my first hunt for human blood. My feelings on the matter are strange. Although I’ve participated in Vlad’s feedings a number of times, I wasn’t prepared

§ § Saturday, May 15, 1990 I haven’t had time to update my journal for a month now. That’s how busy I’ve been! I never thought how much work not only being a vampire could be, but also being the apprentice to a Vampire Lord like Vlad! He’s been almost frantic trying to get me to learn as much as possible as soon as possible. I don’t know what he’s expecting, but I have a feeling I’m going to need all the training I can get. This month I learned many things. I have learn

I wrote a story about preternatural evil disincarnate that ended with an interesting twist. I found wallowing in that evil very disturbing, but it taught me a great deal about its nature and from where it comes. The story was a spin-off from another story I wrote about spiritual salvation. A certain kind of evil is a chain linked from one person to another in a long linkage of hate and abuse. It perpetuates down a line of pain and betrayal. Writing about this kind of thing is enlightening if painful. To take on the mantle of the ‘evil’ involved is to plumb the depths of one’s own soul. To find the evil in us that we’ve inherited by some means in our histories and give it voice. I think it is one of the most challenging things to do in literature.