S.L. Lewis

I'm a mutt myself.... I have some Irish, Cherrokee and Swedish from my mother and some German from my biological father. It's a bit of an odd mix considering I end up red when I tan.

Wow, so many votes and some really wonderful responses. Thank you to those who have answered. I can so understand where you guys are coming from when it comes to reading it and having the story to actually make sense. The thing with incest is that at one time it was acceptable. Now, its taboo and people shudder at the thought. I can't wait to see what else others have to say about this.

Now...thats's a rather loaded question. It depends on who it is. If I loved the one that I was with and I knew made sure that they were safe during sex, then maybe. It would depend on the level of trust we had with each other and where we were.

It's hot, my muses have deserted me and a plot bunny has firm hold of my butt....Life sucks.... Good thing is that I'm just about done with a ficlet collection that I started last year sometime. Its a fanfiction ficlet collection, but rather fun to write. Even if the last three are making me slam my head against my desk top several times in fustration. They just won't come out right!! Another good thing is that I'm also getting the first draft of my Anthology submission written out...yay me...Really. It's actually turning out to be pretty good and last word count was around 350 and not half way done...I hope. I'm also working on the one shot requests that I was asked to do, slowly but surely. Most of them being fanfictions, they make it easier for me to update. I finally caught up on my beta work...I was only a week and a half behind when I finally got my hard drive replaced, only....T.T My life sucks, thats all I have to say. Stupid hard drive!! IF YOU HADN'T DIED ON ME I WOULDN'T BE SCRAMBLING TO CATCH UP ON EVERYTHING!! *beats dead hard drive to pieces* Okay...I'm good, I'm done. Really....

I am a INTJ or Introverted (78%), Intuitive (12%), Thinking (1%) and Judging (33%). This is so true of me. I admit to what I know and what I don't know, and I always ask myself if something works or if its worth my time...This is pathetic if a quiz can correctly guess part of my thinking process....

I can understand actually about that. And I will be having one, one shot about a character over coming the trama of rape. But thats mostly a way for therepy for me. Off topic! Back on topic, I thank you for your input. It means a lot and like I said, I understand about being raised in a society where incest is taboo, and isn't talked about except in a negative light. So, I'll say you're some where between maybe and never?

Okay, this has been bugging me left and right since I started writing a series of one shots. Most of them include incest, but its been kinda hard to find some one to edit/beta them (until I came here that is), so I've been wondering, are there actual people who read stories with incest? Thank you for your time. Rose Strailo (sounds like Stray Low)

Thank you. I hope to be able to continue to post here for many years to come.

This is so true. I lived in a town that had snow and ice on the roads for at least four months out of six. That and if you start to skid you can always stall your viehicle, and just ride out the slide properly. Even if it does screw with your car. I was taught how to drive in two different viehicles. One a big truck and the other a little car. Let me tell you, I found it easier to master automatic after that.

I have a few close gay friends. Including my ex boyfriends (rest his soul), boyfriend. Me and Micheal are seriously close now, even if he lives on the other side of the US trying to get his masters degree. I think in forensics.

something that I found on Damien1905's journal on Deviant Art. It's something that I've seen all over the next, with various lines. Some have been repeated, but that's not my fault, since I got this list from two different places. THERE IS MENTION OF DEATH AND ABUSE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male. Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it. I have one more thing to say, I am the female who came out, but is ridiculed for being me. I found this, sitting on myspace, and I thouight that this wa somethign that needs to look at. Studie prove, 3 out of 5 people are romantically or sexually attracted to the same sex. Be it Bi, Gay, or Lesbian. Many people are subjected to being critisized. As of August 3rd a hospital in michigan, refused to give medical attention to a 6yr old girl who attained an eptilectical seziure jsut becuase her mother was a domestic parter of another woman, the daughter ont he other hand was born with an anomally of her body only 1 of 37 women have, being born with male reprodructive organs. so as to show you what I found Homophobia- If you agree with this and feel you have some connection with a phrase below, repost this! I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday. I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret because I won't risk loosing my family and friends. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me. (me) [Just bc i'm not like eveyone else. I was supposed to grow up to be wanting make-up, dresses, skirts and all those girl things. I'm not like that. I wanna ride quads, build a barn, fight. stuff like that. Society has pushed me away bc I'm different.] (Broken-Heart6) I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them. I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson" I am a guy that can never find love because of the way everyone treats us. I am the boy who is afraid to finish school in fear for being shot in the back jsut becuase I find guys cute. This one happened to a wonderful friend. I am the girl who came out and found support from the most unlikely place, the internet. I meet the person and found out they were a sexual predator. I quickly found the officer cold to my plight as soon as she found out that I'm a lesbian and was raped by a woman. I am also the female who found her self ODing on pain killers and hanging from my ceiling. This happened to a wonderful friend quite a while ago. I finally got the entire story. May she rest in peace, and may no one else feel the pain that she did.

So far, I like it here. The people are much more friendly than other forums and actually answer you. I rather like the change of pace. This blog, besides other parts, will be a good place to find out what I'm working on, and what has been posted.

As I sit here at my computer, at my desk, I can't help but think over the last few days, even as my ankle swells because I hut it earlier. And I can't help but say, that sometimes, life sucks. Really, really sucks. I'm in pain, I have a cold...and I'm finding out that most of my favorite vidoes have been deleted from youtube. Is that happening to you?

*reads through the various posts and says to herself* Wow... *proceeds to post* Myself, I am a mix of everything, I suppose. I don't really know, since I never really thought about it. I supposed you can say that my moral code has the religious ascept as its base, with some social moral code layered on that, while still being a realist on top of that. Yes...I forgot the names. Oops... The religious aspect, is actually a mix of religions and beliefs, that I really won't go into since it's mostly about my beliefs and how they dictate some moments.

EDIT: I'm using slash as a broad term, since I've seen it every where, and thats how I found this site (along with using original male/male stories). So, how ever you call it, its just what I call it since the term has actually come to incompass original stories to. Alright...apparently I wasn't as clear as I had hoped to be with the question. My oopsies. Why do you write slash fiction? Just fiction. Originals, not the fanfiction. So....Why do you write original slash fiction?

First of all, thank you for welcoming me. I'm having fun so far, and I know I will continue to do so. Thank you. I rather like those lines. They seem to fit me so well. So I noticed. I'm still rather wary because of previous forums, but here, its really nice.

Oh, I've had them before. Though, since I'm from the west of the U.S. we have to take into account the high points or the low points of Arizona. I'm like 90 ft below sea level, so when we make fruit cake we have to add just a bit more liquid. My grandmother used to add the good quality rum. Yummy.

*waves shyly* Hi! I'm new here. I will, eventually, be putting out my editorial services, and my writing bits...eventually. Once I actually have something. Anyways, I know I'm already having fun. So...see you guys around.

No one has answered this? Wow. Um...something easy and tasty? How about a simple recipie that my grandmother used to make for us. You take a slice of ham (and I'm talking about the ham that you buy in the store on a bone, not the lunch meat) and place it into a greased skillet over medium heat. You cook it about 4 to 6 minutes on each side, depending on thickness and how dark you want the cooked half. Take the ham out of the pan, and keep the grease that you got from the cooked ham. Add some more butter and flour to make a rou (its a paste that smells rather...odd at first). Make sure it turns a nice light to medium brown, don't burn it. Add some water slowly, stiring the rou into it. Add a bit of corn startch if you want it nice and thick. Take some brown sugar to sweeten and taste. Heat up and you have ham and gravy. It's really good.

A really cool article on slash fanfiction This includes the history of slash as Gay Fiction is so often called. It's really cool and talks to actual authors who write the fanfiction. I just thought you might like to read it. Now for the question part. Why do you write slash, or if you wish to call it, Gay Fiction? I'm writing an article to post on my site about slash/gay fiction and would like your input. Oh and if you have a site or book that has a good article that talks about it, then by all means tell me. Edit as of Febuary 10, 2008: Wow...Much more than I was expecting. Thank you all for your insights and your comments. I'll be incorperating some of the insights, but won't be naming names, unless you don't mind. Don't want to get chewed out for posting a name that I shouldn't.

I have several, acutally. First is Randomness-Butterfly 1 by AriaSivlermead. It's just that. It's a bunch of clips shoved together, but it's to cute not to mention. It's 1 min. 37 secs. long. Johnny Cash 'Hurt' is another good one. I loved Johnny Cash and I still do. Johnny Cash 'God's Gonna Cut You Down' This one was the one with all the singers getting together and lip syncing to the song. Very powerful song and video. Sexy Alien Cartoon Band created and posted by MooseMouseMedia. *twitch* *twitch* *falls to floor laughing* I have a thing for T.a.T.u. and this was one of my favorite songs off of their newest cd. Great video though. And I quote: Got to love it. And...I can't understand a word of it. And thats it unless you want a list of AMV's (anime music videos)

*pokes bubble, hugs and skips away* Anyways, I hugged someone on Gay Day. My cousin, who is gay. I'm bi, so...yeah... But like some have said, this day is a double edged sword. It can be bad and good, but it just drives me nuts when they do something like this. Like most of us don't get enough *insert naughty word since I can't say it nor come up with something else to discribe it* about being bi or gay and a day like this can just draw more of that negative attention along with the good.

This sounds fun...sooooo...for now....maybe. I might come. We'll see come May.That's the best I can do.

First off...sex without a condom with some random person you picked up from the clubs (or anywhere else for that matter) is just idiotic. To many nasty little things running around. Second of all, I've never had sex with a guy, but have had sex with my 2 ex-girlfriends. But then again, it was like 6 months into our relationships that I finally had sex with them. I think that it depends from relationship to relationship and person to person. Some times a person doesn't even want to conteplate sex until they're married, while others could care less as long as the person uses protection. Personally, I'm now waiting for that someone special to come around (single and about ready to shot someone out of boredom.)

Okay, I have a couple of songs that mean a lot to me. Both of them are sung by Garth Brooks. The first one is 'Bellu Woods' and the other is 'The Thunder Rolls'. Belleau Wood by Garth Brooks album: Sevens (1997) Oh the snowflakes fell in silence Over Belleau Wood that night, For a Christmas truce had been declared By both sides of the fight. As we lay there in our trenches The silence broke in two, By a German soldier singing A song that we all knew. Though I did know the language, The song was Silent Night. Then I heard my buddy whisper, All is calm, all is bright. Then the fear and doubt surrounded me, 'Cause I'd die if i was wrong But I stood up in my trench, And I began to sing along. Then across the frozen battlefield, Anothers voice joined in, Until one by one each man became A singer of the hymn. Then I thought that I was dreaming For right there in my sight, Stood the German soldier Neath the fallen flakes of white. Then he raised his hand and smiled at me As if he seemed to say Heres hoping we both live To see us find a better way Then the devils clock struck midnight And the skys lit up again, And the battlefield where heaven stood Was blown to hell again But for just one fleeting moment The answer seemed so clear Heavens not beyond the clouds Its just beyond the fear No heavens not beyond the clouds Its for us to find here The Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks album: No Fences (1990), Double Live (1998), The Hits (1994) Three thirty in the morning Not a soul in sight The city's lookin' like a ghost town On a moonless summer night Raindrops on the windshield There's a storm moving in He's headin' back from somewhere that he never should have been And the thunder rolls And the thunder rolls Every light is burnin' In a house across town She's pacin' by the telephone In her faded flannel gown Askin' for a miracle Hopin' she's not right Prayin' it's the weather That's kept him out all night And the thunder rolls And the thunder rolls (Chorus) The thunder rolls And the lightning strikes Another love grows cold On a sleepless night As the storm blows on Out of control Deep in her heart The thunder rolls She's waitin' by the window When he pulls into the drive She rushes out to hold him Thankful he's alive But on the wind and rain A strange new perfume blows And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes And he knows that she knows And the thunder rolls And the thunder rolls * The thunder rolls And the lightnin' strikes Another love grows cold, darlin' On a sleepless night As the storm blows on Out of control Deep in her heart The thunder rolls