Hudson Bartholomew

Thanks so much for reading the story! Part Two and Erik's POV is in the works

Thanks so much for reading! I'm glad you enjoyed it

Hahaha, please don't kill me, I'm working on the HEA Thanks so much for reading, and I'm thrilled that you loved it.

The cursor blinked on, off, on, off on the blank document, daring him, taunting him to write something. Anything! But Erik had been sitting in front of his computer for the better part of an hour and could not get his fingers to type out one single word. Not one single word. Pathetic. He stared at the blinking cursor, cheek resting on the heel of his hand, while he sat hunched over in his chair. If his old dance teacher could see his posture now… Fuck it. He closed the offending blank document

I'm really sorry to hear about your dad, and thank you for sharing. The great thing about writing is that we can shape where the story goes. I hope your writing has brought some small measure of solace to you.

Thanks for sharing, Petey. Religion is never easy and I debated even putting this prompt up because I wasn't sure how people would receive it. But I'm glad that people are liking it so far.

Thanks!! I'm glad it worked out okay

Thanks!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Over the years, I've come across various articles (academic and otherwise), podcasts, etc. that have talked about the psychological effects of porn, all of it from the viewers perspective. I can't recall reading anything that discussed it from the performers perspective, so I think that conversation would be really interesting, regardless of genitalia And thanks for the insightful reviews. It makes me happy to see readers crawling inside the minds of my characters.

It is porno. Actually, all of their sex scenes have been porno ;p But you're completely right, this one did feel different.

You're right, we haven't seen much of Erik's emotions to date. I assure you they're there, but I only realized they weren't well communicated to the reader a little after the fact. I'm working on ways to fix this now.

Thanks so much! I'm glad you're loving the story And yes, I have a feeling Ryan is done done done with porn.

That is a really great point! I do know about the social media account and completely forgot about them when I was writing this. Social media is probably not something Ryan would ever agree to do, it's not his style. But Erik maybe?? Something to keep in mind for future reference.

Lucky for Ryan, that was the last contracted scene Convenient, no? And yes, I agree that Erik needs to open up more because there's stuff going on in his head that he's not sharing.

Thanks, Val!

Great insight! There's definitely a lot of psychological stuff going on with Ryan, but he's not as good at verbalizing it all.

Thanks for the review, Lisa! You have so much insight, I love it

My prompt for last week didn't make the cut off time, so I'll share it here, in case people are interested. First line: "I'll never, ever, forgive you!" https://www.gayauthors.org/story/hudson-bartholomew/promptsbyhb/5

“I’ll never, ever, forgive you!” Andy said under his breath, between clenched teeth. He could feel the heat of a blush spreading across his cheeks. Marcus cocked an eyebrow that matched his wry grin. “That’s not very Christian of you.” Andy glared back at him and forced a smile on his face as people started coming up to him to wish him a happy birthday. Marcus and his infuriating, conniving grin slipped through the crowd and Andy lost sight of him as the guests gathered closer. Andy hadn’t wa

The higher the elevator rose, the greater the feeling of dread that threatened to overwhelm Ryan and send him running down the stairs. A fancy hotel in Midtown was the last place he wanted to be, and the job he had in front of him was the last thing he wanted to do. The elevator dinged much too soon for Ryan’s liking, and the door slid open to reveal Erik, leaning against the opposite wall, long muscular legs crossed in front of him, head bent over his phone. The sound of the elevator arriving

Great post! I'm over in Ontario so I have to admit that I don't know much about BC politics, but I appreciate the great overview you gave. I also studied political science and I've followed politics my whole adult life, but I've never been too actively involved with politics myself. I think it's great that you're involved and I wish you all the best of luck in your campaign! Let us know how things progress!

Thanks everyone! I really appreciate the encouraging words. You guys are a great community!

I got some bad news today. It wasn’t anything terribly tragic, and I was kind of expecting it, anyway, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. But it was disappointing all the same. Anytime I get bad news, I immediately go into self-doubt mode and systematically convince myself that I’m not worth my salt, I’m not good at anything, and who am I to think I deserve to have what I want. It’s always the same voice in my head, and it always says the same things. The voice has become so familiar over the years that, these days when it speaks, I recognized it immediately. That voice was speaking today. I recognized it and I know it’s unhealthy, so I’ve been actively trying to ignore it. But it’s still there, whispering away in the background, and it won’t shut up. I was in an elevator today and standing next to a pizza delivery guy. If I had to guess, I’d say he was middle aged, probably an immigrant based on his accent; he reminded me of my dad circa 20 years ago, when I was a teenager in high school. In my head, I imagined that this guy had a family at home, maybe he had kids who were in high school, and here he was delivering pizzas to make ends meet. I hope I don’t sound pretentious, I don’t want my life to look like that when I reach his age; I don’t want to be delivering pizzas when I’m middle aged. And I’m fairly confident that my life won’t look like that. Because I’m lucky. I’m lucky to have a well-paying job, to have resources at my disposal, to have skills and abilities that are sought after in this job market. Not everyone has those, and I often forget just how lucky I am. It’s hard to remember to be grateful. It’s much easier to wallow in my own self-pity. When I get bad news, it’s hard to remember that life isn’t over, that I’m still good at a lot of things, and I can and deserve to be a worthwhile member of society. It’s hard to pick myself back up, put on a brave face and continue on. And, really, today’s bad news? It wasn’t terribly tragic, and I was expecting it, and I have other options to explore. That’s what I’ve been repeating to myself, trying to drown out that stupid voice in my head. Because I’m lucky, and I should be grateful for what I have.

I feel like this portion of the story is really about Ryan. Without giving anything away, Erik's journey comes a bit later, I think.