Razor

http://members.gayauthors.org/razor/rave12.php So there's the link to the newest chapter. Thanks, have fun, and don't get annoyed at the cliffy, it's not really such a bad one. There's more to come. Remember to lemme know what ya think, the next chapter's due sometime before next weekend's out. I'm trying to get on a schedule, hehe.

So are any of you guys well versed in medicine, anatomy and physiology, that sorta thing? If so, I'd REALLY GREATLY INFINITELY HUGELY GIGANTICLY AND A WHOLE BUNCH OF OTHER ADVERBSLY appreciate your help. If you're a doctor, or ever done a lot of work in a field like that, the please PM me at some point! I'm trying to do some research, and I really just have no clue where to start, so I could use an expert in doctory type things. Thanks in advance!

Hello Kevvers! So you have criteria too, huh? Me too, don't it suck that not everybody's at your standards? I think it's great that you're out and about dating. I also like that you felt like cluing us all in, because I'm such a whore for hearing about other people's lives. Gotta say though, be careful with the creepy ones and don't let being nice get in the way of your well-being. Tell freaky face I've got some redneck cousins that'll take care of him... Just don't let nothing bad happen to yas, k? Ooo, Phil? You must update and let us know what happens, for I have become curious! Good luck with it, I'm wishing you the best and rooting for you all the way. ~hugs you till your eyes pop out~ Be nice to us ugly people, though, we can't help it.

Hello Kevvers! So you have criteria too, huh? Me too, don't it suck that not everybody's at your standards? I think it's great that you're out and about dating. I also like that you felt like cluing us all in, because I'm such a whore for hearing about other people's lives. Gotta say though, be careful with the creepy ones and don't let being nice get in the way of your well-being. Tell freaky face I've got some redneck cousins that'll take care of him... Just don't let nothing bad happen to yas, k? Ooo, Phil? You must update and let us know what happens, for I have become curious! Good luck with it, I'm wishing you the best and rooting for you all the way. ~hugs you till your eyes pop out~ Be nice to us ugly people, though, we can't help it.

Wow, that was just wonderful.

AWWW! I could hug you till your eyes popped out! Thanks, that was a really nice compliment. I'm just not thinkin' I could write technical manuals in a way you'd wanna read 'em, though. Okay, so the next chapter's sent in. It ALMOST didn't happen... my compy's having bad issues, like BAD issues, and I have to get in touch with the Dell people to make them fix it. And they damn well are, because I have a warranty, bitches. SO, this chapter isn't really what I wanted it to be... but that's okay! Eventually, the entire story will undergo massive editing to make it fit with subsequent projects better. Which leads me to my next bit of chattiness... As soon as Rave Boy ends, another story begins (unless I decide it needs to be edited massively first... in which case it may take a bit of time, but remember that there's other things going too!). It doesn't matter which one you read first, but you might like one and not the other or whatever. I'm just hoping it gets at least as popular as you guys have made this one. I've gotten a good bit of mail and posts and whatnot about Rave Boy, and it's mostly been really positive. I GREATLY appreciate it. Each person that contacts me and tells me what they think contributes to me writing the next chapter, otherwise I'd just give it up. Love you guys! Don't stop writing to me and yapping at me.

I've been told by a friend who knows a lot about theater that it's a pretty rough play... I don't know anything about it. I reserve judgement until I actually see it sometime. Naked Daniel Radcliffe! WOOHOOO! I thought he was adorable even back when he was thirteen, but now he's getting all hot-ified... ~shrugs~ It's nice that he's trying to get all buff and everything, but his skinny little outcast look had a certain appeal to it. I've heard a lot of crazy stuff about his appearance in this play, too, lol. Mommys getting pissed off that their son's role model is gonna be nekkid onstage, for one. THAT cracked me up. Sorry, but if I was Daniel Radcliffe and I received a letter saying "As mothers, we don't believe that your choice to appear in this play is setting a good example for our children, and we will avoid any of your future movies." or whatever it was, I'd just be like... "Okay.... don't care, cause I'm hot AND rich!"

Next chapter comes out this weekend for sure. I'm going to try and finish it this weekend, so watch out for what happens! Don't forget to let me know if you like it/hate it/want to strangle me with my intestines because it sucked so bad/want to marry me and have my lesbian babies because it was just that hawt.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That ALMOST makes me wanna be a daddy! Cuteness! I like kids... I just don't think I'm responsible enough to raise one the way they deserve... and I'd never be able to get over messing up a kid's life. And what if I did something terrible and my kid hated me? Because I REALLY hate my dad... so, I dunno, it just seems impossibly difficult. Hat's off to all you parent people out there.

HELLO KEVVERS! How goes it and whatnot?! I've never met a real live lesbian face to face and known it... ain't that freaky? Hm, oh well. Come to think of it... I think I only know like... maybe two right now... ~shrugs~ You are always SO HAPPY! How do you do it?!?! I want some of what you have! Nah, I can kinda understand, it's all about outlook and whatnot. I used to be all "Omg, look at me, I'm emo and I wanna dieeeeeeexxxxxxxxxx!", but now I try to be a bit more bright and shiny since nobody likes a downer. Plus, you being happy makes you you, and I'd rather have a happy Kevvers than a sad Kevvers. I don't flirt with straight guys... ever. None have ever been quite cool enough for that, they always think I'm hitting on them for real. Plus... sometimes I really WOULD like to hit on them for real. Like one of my good friends, she's got what I'd consider the perfect BF. He's absolutely great, sweet, treats her right, and I WANT ONE! Girls I only flirt with if they know and REALLY KNOW that I'm absolutely gay, 100%, never gonna ever gonna want girls, QUEER. I make it a point to clear the air about that with my friends very quickly to avoid drama... Yeah, I've made out with a girl before. There's a really long, sad story about that... I don't think I've ever told anyone... wow. Point is, it was all a huge misunderstanding, a mix-up to the fullest, and something that never should've happened and it hurt both of us in the long run, maybe even ruined our friendship beyond repair, and damaged her poor psyche. So I try and stay away. Well, I'm ranting, so take care of yourself, and keep having fun, you experience whore you.

JAMESSAVIK, YOU ARE SO WRONG FOR THAT!!!! ~falls off bed laughing~ Don't you know she could have a hit put out on you or something?! You don't make fun of OPRAH! That's like making fun of the godfather, or a gang lord! But yeah, that's cute. Kids are cool and whatnot, but I don't want 'em anywhere near me unless someone else is takin' 'em home with 'em. I dunno if I'll ever want kids. Too much trouble and responsibility, and I can barely take care of myself.

This girl stood up at the talent show and started singing My Heart Will Go On... Can you imagine how difficult it was not to burst into giggles (after the stunned "omfg, is she serious...?" silence)? Bad thing was she was even worse than Celine.

Wow... all the frenchiness... I took 3 years of it, learned so much, and now it's all gone cuz I never use it. I should get a penpal who'll actually correct my idiotness in French and tell me why it's wrong, lol. Makes me sad that I got so close to being able to speak another language decently and then messed it all up by moving to a place that doesn't offer classes. Crazy weather IS Mississippi. It drops down to the 20s and 30s, then heats back up to the high 70s and low 80s... we live in a thermodynamic yo-yo here.

I do not want the nitty gritty of straight sex. I do not enjoy it, it is not my thing, and for the most part I ignore its existence and choose to get along with its... ermm... practitioners, shall we say. However, straight eroticism and the presence of straight relationships in a story don't bother me a bit. It's what's typical and prevalent in today's society, so it is to be expected that some characters will be straight and will have significant others. I worry much more about the presentation of the characters, who they are, and if I can relate to them. If a character and I have nothing in common, it doesn't matter if they're gay, straight, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered, or even omnisexual (definition...?), I just won't like them. Then again, when I'm READING I don't really want the nitty gritty of gay sex, either, so yeah.

When I write, I have a specific emotion pegged. That emotion is normally not just sadness, happiness, anxiousness... I like to think they're a little more complicated than what you can name with just one word. So I have this feeling, and I want to project it in a way that when others read, they will feel what I want them to. The means simply suit the need. In Rave Boy, it was based on an incredibly vivid and erotic dream. This pattern is clear in all of my stories, I hope. The reader should always be feeling something; I write more to evoke emotion than to stimulate thought or make anybody giggle. So, in the beginning of a story, I try to start off with a concentrated dab of my 'theme', whatever it happens to be. A lot of times I like to shock the reader into paying attention. (Anne Rice made a wonderful beginning to Christ the Lord Out of Egypt... Jesus kills another kid on the first page. Freaked me out enough to keep reading.) It really just depends on the story itself, and what I feel best suit the needs of that story as far as its style and tone go. So, as Graeme said, it's hard to envision a beginning for a story without the story idea itself.

I woke up last night shivering. That day it was cool, not quite "cold". And I don't mean a little shiver. No, your entire body convulsing uncontrollably so bad you are unable to talk kind of shiver. A shiver that HURTS! That was the first time shivers ever hurt me! Someone had turned the heater off, and my room is the furthest out.... I think I had hypothermia or something. I could've DIED! Thank goodness Hell's frozen over. According to the laws of thermodynamics, all that displaced heat's gotta go somewhere. Btw... since hell has frozen over... does this mean I'm rich, have a boyfriend, and my metabolism has decided to renew its residence?

I absolutely love cooking. It's fun, entertaining, and it's FOOD! Gimme a stove and some pans and I'll do magic for ya. However... I am not, by any stretch of imagination, a baker. Maybe I just haven't had enough practice, but everything I do in an oven tends to come out just a little (or way more than a little) off... Example: I spent like four hours making this cake that was supposed to be absolutely delicious. I put a LOT of work and time and effort into that cake! It disappeared the night before thanksgiving, and I'd made it that day. Evidently it really sucked because my mom hid it and forgot about it... we found it in the covered cake pan we rarely ever used when we started to move........... So my cake sucked bigtime, lol.

I guess blondes really do have more fun...

It's never truly cold in Mississippi. Today we had the windows and doors open because it was getting warm and we didn't want to turn the AC on in January... If it actually snowed here, people would freak out. There'd be mass chaos... martial law would be declared... car crashes everywhere... it just doesn't get cold here, lol. 'Course the last few years I've noticed have been MUCH warmer than I remember when I was younger.

Ooooo... you're like me then. I don't even read things that aren't finished because I get all pissed off that they aren't done. Well, my only consolation is that more will come soon. And I'm glad you're enjoying it, at least. But my natural color is so incredibly NOT me. It's plain, uninteresting, thousands of other people have the exact same color... but blue or green or black or whatever... it fits my personality so much better.

Curly hair is indeed a tad annoying... I need to cut mine and redye it. ~sigh~ I'm starting to wish I'd never dyed it blue, it started this unending chain of dying it black since that's the only color that'll really cover blue.... and now I would look funny if I didn't keep redying...

Hehe, I'm glad you giggled. Mkay, well the sorta cliffhangerydoodad at the end isn't really so much a cliffhanger, really. I suppose I should've smoothed that out a bit. One day, when rewrites occur, that could very well be changed. I'm not gonna keep ranting about the ending to that chapter or I'll end up spoiling something that's meant for later, but we'll see. Thanks muchly for the comments, Rick. Take care!

I'm going with Dio on this one, too. I've read many a story where some illustration absolutely ruined my fascination with a character, dashing my poor little mental picture of them all to bits. So, if the perfect picture comes along and blahblah, go for it. But don't overdo it. I think that's something you should be really careful with. Everybody has their own imagined descriptions for the little blanks that are left by the author, and for you to suddenly have yours replaced by something as solid as a picture is a bit annoying.

There's a new chapter out just today. http://members.gayauthors.org/razor/rave11.php You're fifteen? Hmmmm... interesting... I believe I was late fifteen or early sixteen when the concept for Rave Boy popped into my head. Yes, I know, it's been a long annoying wait between lots of chapters, sorry for that. As for will power... my will power fluctuates. It's not like I get up every day and say "Oh, I'm gonna write a story!" No, not at all. Just some days I DO feel like writing, and it's nice to have a story going that I can think about and apply my experiences and ideas to. I have a lot of stories running right now. The ones on my site are just the ones I think I'll finish soon so they're out for public consumption, hehe. If you like to write, try your hand at it. Hop over to the eFiction section of this site, and post something. Lots of nice, helpful people give reviews, and they'll tell you what they really think and give you suggestions, too. Sarcastic, witty, eloquent? WHY THANK YOU! You get a hug! Curly hair... I have extraordinarily curly hair. I mean CURLY. Shirley Temple ain't got SHIT on me. So yes, check out that next chapter you were impatiently awaiting. Thanks for the compliments on my writing. You can also check out the other junk I have on my little site, you might find parts of it interesting, though I won't go so far as to say you'll like it all. Take care! To everyone: Rave Boy is coming to a close, soon, but I'm not sure how soon. I think that it has perhaps five or so more chapters left in its lifespan, but there is good news to this as well. I shall post said good news whenever Rave Boy ends, so this was really just to piss you off that I never told you what I was talking about. I LOVE YOU ALL! MWAH!

Okay, so I thought this was hilarious, but maybe it's just me cause I'm from MS... ~shrugs~ A preacher comes down from Alaska, on a mission trip, and visits several churches during his trip. He stops somewhere in Washington, and notices a pay phone in the corner of the church. The sign on the wall by it says "Phone calls to God: $10,000" "Ten thousand dollars?!!?" he thinks to himself. "That's awful high, but I guess it's worth it to talk to God." So, he keeps on heading south, and passes through Michigan. He sees another sign by a payphone in a church, but this time the sign only declares the price to be 7,500 dollars. He thinks to himself "Well, that's not so bad, but it's still a lot of money." Somewhere in Kentucky he finds another pay phone, and notices that the price is all the way down to 3,000 this time. He can't afford that, though, so he continues with his mission trip all the way down to Mississippi. In Mississippi, he enters a church and is amazed to find that the payphone is labeled as such; "Phone Calls to God: Free!" Amazed, he walks up to the preacher of the church and says "I've been all around the country, and this is the first time I've seen a phone that makes calls to God for free!" The preacher replies to him "Well, it's a local call from here, you know." Okay, very corny, but it gives you a sincere idea of how it is here. Getting new classes yesterday... all the teachers were major bible thumpers. Can't you get sued or something for preaching in class? It's so annoying... ~sigh~