R. Eric

For The Love Of Thor Matilda’s behavior did make sense I thought. Grandma would say her spirit was out of balance. That was obvious. Did that mean Matilda willingly did her part? From her perspective I am sure she was. Teenagers often made impulsive decisions and had no experience to help guide that decision to understand what could happen. I may have given Ludwig Viktor too much credit. I didn’t know. Or I didn’t give Cousin Matilda enough credit. Again, I didn’t know. I think we needed t

Possible Motive The evening wasn’t lost. Nor did it become awkward…until we got home. Once inside, Thor was becoming more excited. He knew where this was. It was home! He began squirming to be put down. “Okay, okay,” Vincent chuckled at him. “Let me get my coat off.” He put Thor on the ground and Thor made a beeline towards the back of the grand foyer. “I need to take your coat off, too!” He called after Thor. Thor knew the kitchen and I

This has nothing to do with this or any story: A place where nobody dared to go / The love that we came to know / They call it Xanadu / (It takes your breath) / (It'll leave you blind) / and now, open you eyes and see / What we have made is real / We are in Xanadu / (A dream of it) / (We offer you) A million lights are dancing and there you are. a shooting star / An everlasting world and you're here with me, eternally Xanadu / Xanadu / (Now we are here) / In Xanadu Xanadu / Your neon lights will shine for you, Xanadu The love, the echoes of long ago / You needed the world to know / They are in Xanadu / (With every breath) / (You drift away) A million lights are dancing and there you are, a shooting star / An everlasting world and you're here with me Olivia owned that song! I nearly cry when I hear it and see the movie scenes. If anyone asks me, I'll deny it. 🌈 A gay moment.

I did, too!! I had to pull up scenes I saved to watch again! I loved "I'm Alive" with the muses dancing out of the mural. The opening of Xanadu with the roller skates and dance and the music!! It is hypnotic!!! Man, I am so gay!!!

Umbrage Is a word that never occurs to me to use. There is a plethora of words I can pontificate about not using. Now, back to the greatest hits of Electric Light Orchestra!! Turning to stone!!! Xanadu!? The movie was a little lame, but Olivia and ELO was awesome!!

I would never accuse anyone of that! (I say in mocking indignation.) I played the piano, violin, I sing...I leave the sewing to you, but I enjoyed needlepoint some. Repetitive tasks on background calms the mind. Maybe I should take it up again. I am NOT left-brained. Plus sixteen!! Those that manage zero is either the perfect balance between left and right, or they have NO personality. I try to avoid the left side of my brain. It's boring!!! You use your left side some. I'd rather not. Thank you. Oh! I cook!! Every dish in Makarovia and all my stories is real!! I can usually send recipes! And have!! Even the Native American dishes are real, including the cooking techniques! How can you describe flavor if you don't cook? I do! You do. I'm proud to be so right-brained it's a handicap. I'm happy!

Logical. Unfailing logical. You are very left-brained. Logic and reason on that side. Math. I am extremely right-brained; colors, textures and art from that side. Music. Though music can be used on both sides. I may have told you, I took psychometric tests, 0 to -10 was left brained, 0 to 10 was right brained. Almost everyone is somewhere between -10 and 10. Five hundred questions taken at different times of day, one in the middle of the night (as your brain will function differently depending on how coherent you are. All score were combined to give a final score. Wait for it....I scored a positive 16!!! I am so right-brained they wondered how I managed it! Questions like "Would you prefer reading under a tree outside or a library?" Outside, of course!!! Nature all around, birds singing, bees buzzing and a breeze blowing? Who wants a sterile library so quiet you hear the air conditioning run? That was how I interpreted that question. Not near a highway with horns honking and tires screeching! I told Dr. Sallee that. He was a Brainiac!! A geneticist and neurologist. My first handsome geek crush! No glasses. I never dared to find out if he would agree to an affair. I wasn't gay yet. (Hah!) Brilliant! In his late thirties...gorgeous!! He didn't seem to know that. Oh, well. We had a successful affair for three years!! (In my head.) The same sort of affair Dan Tanna and I had in Vegas. I was seventeen and he protected me from the MOB. I testified and both Dan and I were put in witness protection and relocated to Boston where he was a detective named Spenser, with the S. Susan Silverman was there to keep me sane from the pressure. Her being Spenser's woman was a cover. I was the only one that knew his first name!! Yep, I've written a long, long time. I miss you Robert. You died too soon. Not in my head!! I would love help. Not just one person. Help!! Yes, Daniel. I love you more. Our marriage was real! Drop me a line. I love everyone out there!! Bye!

You ain't just a whistlin' Dixie! Do you even know the tune? "I wish I was in the land of cotton, old times there are not forgotten, look away, look away, look away Dixieland!" Gay? Yes, but Southern to the core. Boxes everywhere, lost glasses...it's Hell!!!

Yeah? Why can't I see this? I write and I proofread and am blind to the errors. I proof again and the voice I hear tells me it's right! Of course, evidence tells me it's not right and I am mortified!! I'm blind to it? I asked for people to read my stories with me, but they are giving up their time from their lives. My priority is not their priority. I would love help, but waiting for a reply. Wait. And wait. It's agony!! The urge is too great!! I'll take help, but I am rather demanding. It won't be easy.

Hooray For Hollywood That screwy ballyhooey Hollywood Where any office boy or young mechanic can be a panic With just a good looking pan And any barmaid can be a star maid If she dances with or without a fan… (You know Johnny Mercer’s song!) The party was great. The conversations were stimulating, and the food was so damned delicious, and Mike Cox had pulled out all the stops. The soft jazz in the background could be heard yet we could hear each o

A huge chance! Stories don't ever live. end. It often changes and goes in another direction, but never stops as long as the characters. As a child leaving the theater after a movie ends I always asked, "Then what happened?" Makarovia and Blueblood will still be added to. (But I didn't leave! You did!) And the move! Now that I've moved in and have my new Wi-Fi, I can receive messages and post again! Makarovia has more years to go the VUN is in Siberia! Most of the next chapter is done, then I send it Don to proofread and post.

Special thanks to Donjr101 who helped me take the errors out and edited it. Thank you, Don! Mike Cox By the time we got Mark to his room, the bourbon he drank so quickly was really affecting him. The courage he needed to tell us the truth had worked, but it hurt in the morning. The rapid intake of alcohol was really too quick for his body to process. His body was rushing to catchup. The rapid intake also resulted in a sharp and powerful drunk. It would also go away f

The DSM5 has this event with an explanation. The Psychiatric Community agree the results are...uncertain. We find out about the worst cases first, the ones that were coupled with abuse. There are many cases where there was no physical abuse. The most famous one is with Mackenzie Phillips (One Day At A Time) and her father who had an affair for almost a decade. It was damaging, but he did not physically abuse her, as in no broken bones and that. That was incest and it caused problems. There are many other cases like hers where it was consentual. The child is an adult, reunited with an estranged parent and both agree to do it. Abuse? Yes, but...they're adults! They can't marry legally, but so what? Thank you. I'll begin the next chapter soon.

Taboo I slept well but woke up alone, or so I thought. I was in a warm spot and didn’t want to find out if that was truth. I heard Mike come back to bed and crawl over toward me. “Good…” he began, but I raised my hand and stopped him. “Don’t break the spell!” I muttered. I didn’t need to see his face to know his confused expression. “What are you talking about?” “That spell you’re in that says as long as y

California Dreamin’, On Such a Winter’s Day It was a good thing they were starting to film Monday morning. Having New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day in the middle of the week, made Friday Night before to the following Sunday Night one long weekend! Tuesday and Wednesday this time. Nine days! Things like Chet’s new bike was kept in the entrance room by the back door…or one of the back doors…it was near the laundry room! This was the West! I bought a house in Texas in a town th

Hi, I hope you are well. I've recently come out of my dark fugue state. I mourned for five years. I lost my house, my computer, my car and most of my sight. I was very depressed. And kind of unstable. March 31st was the fourth anniversary of Daniel's death and my interest and concentration to write left me. I put some music I use when I write and I began to cry! Not because of Daniel, but I was a campaigner, certain songs cause me to see things clearer. I was missing everything! I should be on the front line. I write. Why? To get some young man contemplating suicide to realize nothing's wrong with him. Get up, dance, sing and let people know you are a person worthy of respect as a Human Being! Get out there and be counted! I didn't appreciate you. I'm sorry. I was wallowing in my grief, but...some of my manuscripts didn't survive. My reality of sex story is lost, but it came from me, so, I'll do it again. No one wants to read about just some poor schmo. He needs to be more than anyone is. Young people have no clue!! Sex is messy, smelly and yes painful at times. I'll rewrite it for you. Our hero doesn't get millions of dollars, or a dream job or position, but he finds love. If he survives. Thank you.

Authors Note: I am now fully awake and pissed off again. Bear with me. I mourned; you know that. Losing Daniel was the worst thing to happen in my life. We weren’t perfect and had arguments. He hated it when I would psychoanalyze him. I did. I admit it. I was stubborn and he was stubborn. When he would even hint that maybe we shouldn’t have married, I said, “No!! Don’t say that! I am as mad as Hell at you, but I love you. You said you love me. Has that changed?” I miss Daniel, but I can’t c

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Picture it. (Said like Sophia Petrillo does from the Golden Girls; Daniel’s favorite show and required viewing. Required. Daily. He is Italian! Commit dialog to memory.) The sun is setting and the sky has a small amount of light and is this dark orange color. A single silhouette of a man can be seen standing, one leg up as it leans on a railed fence as he just…looks. The Pacific below somewhere but not seen now, but that isn’t important. Santa Monica! If you’ve never been there; I have. You will

Thank you. It will be Christmas again soon. Sure, Christmas In July!! I just couldn't conscentrate on the plotlines except for about Thor. I miss all my puppies and I've had a few! Nut, Belle, Scarlett, Bear...they could make me smile no matter how bad my day was. Daniel's gone and I was depressed, so I wrote about what came about. There is sadness, but we had good times, too. My letting him go was for me, not Daniel. He's fine. I have been miserable for more than four years. I let him go.

Adjusting I heard the drone of sound from the television on in the living area. Music and voice sounds that merged, yet it wasn’t loud enough for me to make out what was being said. I didn’t know what was being watched. I suspected who it was. Alik was on a schedule and it was late in the morning for him. He would normally be at school now. Things in th e morning just happened and soon, I had to get up as the “call of nature” gave my mind a nudge. Why fight it? It would go from a nud

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Thank you both. I'll be fine. I have more than thirty days to vacate. There are six adults in this house now, three dogs and a cat. We're combining our resources and moving to a large place, but further into the boonies. I told Andy, I don't care but Grubhub needs to be able to deliver and WiFi works. My mood had improved and suddenly I couldn't write! What!? It was like a compulsion after Daniel died, as you recall, I wrote a chapter a day after I returned from Daniel's funeral. I was in denial! (I'm good at that.) I knew Daniel was going to get better, even up until two weeks before he died. He was a survivor! The World Trade Center, his near death when he began to bleed internally... (He got up, fell over dizzy, bashed his head on the bedside table, laid down again, bled over the sheets, then got up took a SHOWER, bandaged his head and WALKED to the hospital and collapsed in the ER. I couldn't yell at him for months.) He was charmed! He couldn't die! Then he did. I didn't even know what the problem was when I couldn't write. It took a day or two to realize what the calendar said. I was always miserable after Daniel died and then I began feeling better and...I forgot! But my sub-conscience remembered. Then the owner of the house wanted to sell. We are the poster family for the LGBT community. A gay man, a man that was born female, a lesbian and their children. Take a picture and "Say cheese!" I detest, loath, abhor and all the words that say I really HATE moving. But, noooo...Daniel did what he said. The last move, he said he would leave in a body bag. He did. (Might as well joke about it, it won't make things any worse.) But, I am FINE! Now, I'm saying it. After this move, I'll leave in a body bag!! Sick humor is still humor. I adore you, Daniel! Keep my seat warm. I love the readers.

Confrontation As good as our visit was with the Royal Family, we opted to stay for that late lunch. That included Thor. Remembering what had happen the day before we kept him with us. We didn’t need him marking his territory and getting us thrown out of the palace now that Queen Maregete had consented to have him in the palace. I chuckled as she pet him a few times, but then would not touch her own face. He liked her. She wasn’t taking any chances. Thor was just being Thor. Happy and

I was checking and I see I didn't answer you question. That was rude of me. Sorry. BJ is a bright red four by four 5.8 V8. Isn't he purty! See!? I still have him! He's old and needs repair...not as bright now, but I can't get rid of him!