JamesSavik

If you like cosmic horror (Lovecraftian) you might like The Big Empty. The space between stars is mostly empty... until it's not.

My yellow cats, Sonny and Tigger. They play all the time and are pals. Sonny is a huge cat, while Tigger is average sized.

You just don't know the right parks. Never have I ever had sex with a Jewish person. (There just aren't that many, down here)

Really? But that's a great place for sex. Never have I ever had sex in the fat neighbor's house. 😉

Some of the best writing you'll discover is much like a rope, with its plot threads intertwined to create a stronger, more interesting and complex narrative. Two authors who do this extremely well are @Dabeagle and @Comicality

I have. Just watch for poison ivy. Never have I ever had sex on a plane.

Some of the feedback I get often chastises me for writing about naughty topics. It often goes something like this: Ahem... Trying my Gunny Hartman voice: Well, holy shit, son. He's a boomer... one of the youngest of that generation, barely making the cut. He lived in a world where people had better manners than to go on Jerry Springer and talk about their trailer trash lives. AIDS wasn't a thing until the early eighties and, to be perfectly honest, the response to it by everybody was a cluster f*ck. In those days, you didn't have coming out parties. You got coming out beatings, and often, coming out wasn't your choice at all. The amount of sexual ignorance of this generation was appalling. The Internet, we hadn't invented it yet and cell phones didn't exist outside labs. Homosexuality was a deep, dark secret to kids who didn't have influencers on YouTube telling everybody that gay is OK. Looking back, we were doing the deed before we even knew what it was. We thought we had invented something really neat-o! We never heard of child pornography, but it was common for known gay kids to be offered cash to pose for spicy pictures. The world has changed, but people haven't. Now a curious kid can hop on the Internet and easily find pics of stuff I didn't even know was a thing until after college. Kids today can easily discover what we walked into blind. If you look hard, one of the frequently occurring themes in my writing is the danger of ignorance, Trust me on this. I learned it the hard way. What you don't know can hurt you badly. There's going to be bad stuff in my writing, but it's there for a reason. That's the world I know/knew, and has plenty of dark places in it. I go there not to emphasize the dark, but the strength of character required to move on from these places and not get stuck there.

In late August 2005, after Hurricane Katrina flattened and trashed everything in Mississippi south of Hattiesburg, the national media outraged the entire state by calling us "the landmass between New Orleans and Mobile". Some parts of the state didn't get power back until well into October, and there was foul dead fish odor as far north as Memphis for weeks. It was like nothing at all was wrong here if you listened to those national media dipshits.

Tweek X Craig Did Matt and Trey raid one of Driver9's old stories? They're like Tales From The Quarry-esque.

You'll think a pediment is a serious impediment in an earthquake when it lands on your face.

@Page Scrawler @MrM British cuisine isn't exactly known as yummy. Imagine a fast food place called Tommies[1] that specializes in Bangers & mash and Blood Pudding. Probably not going too far, but I'm sure plenty of people would discover Bangers & mash is pretty good. Fish & chips and big English breakfasts, now that would most likely fly (and kill IHOP graveyard dead). Of course, Beef Wellington and fast food don't even belong in the same sentence. It is fun to watch the Jolly guys discover America in our cuisine. Their trip to New Orleans was fun, and the boys approve heartily of Popeyes. They're right. We've got a plethora of excellent chicken sandwiches. 'Merika, hell yeah! ________________________ 1 - Tommies are what my Dad used to call British soldiers... he liked. Little did I know Kipling called them that a century before.

Me either. Never have I ever been in a comedy skit and played the character Phallus Maximus.

You're missin' somethin special... except for the bees. I've often had sex as a result of an open bar. Wait… Crap. I forgot the rules. Never have I ever had sex in an open bar.

Ummm... no comment. Never did I ever have sex with Father Porter, despite his wine and skittles parties.

One of the tricks some cats enjoy playing is to unplug random things. Well, my orange cats do.

In the Honorverse, HMS Intransigent was an Invictus class super dreadnought with Keyhole gravitics for FTL fire control, Ghostrider stealth and Apollo missile systems. She was the flagship of Admiral Allister McKeon as he commanded the Eighth Fleet's battle line. Long-time confidant of Admiral Harrington, his ship was shot to pieces, and he was killed at the Battle of Manticore. The Battle of Manticore was a strategic victory for the Star Empire, which eventually led to a peace treaty with the Republic of Haven.

I wasn't indolent. I was watching the Title games.

I wished I owned one. Never have I ever owned a rifle chambered in 5.56 NATO.

Bioweapon

Not too terribly long ago, when facing criticism at one of Dizney's horrible movies, a director told a critic, "This wasn't written for you". Indeed, it did seem like the director was trying to corner the market for black lesbian, double amputees who were raised by wolves. This isn't something a bazillion dollar corporation should be doing because their objective is to make more bazillions of dollars and pandering to tiny market slices is NOT how obscene profits are made. Our fiction is not for everybody. I try to write things that have crossover appeal, like In the Shadow of the Dragon or Operation Hammerhead, but most of my fiction is gay. It's what I wish had been around in the seventies when I was the object of smear the queer, and I needed... all sorts of things, but most of all to know I wasn't alone. We can do this. We earned the right by bleeding for it. Matthew Shepherd isn't the only kid who was killed because he was gay. He's just the only one you've heard about. Soulless mega-corporations can not, nor are they welcome to try. They want to profit off our struggles and to them, I say no thanks and fuck you very much. Their contributions to Pride month, virtue signaling and grandstanding are all self-serving bullshit intended to enhance their bottom line. Please pardon my Southern, but seeing them take careful aim and shooting themselves in the foot just tickles me to death. PS- Dizney is a particular target of my wrath because I haven't forgotten or forgiven them for all the gay actors and Mousekateers (kids) who they blacklisted and ruined their careers.

If you want to read the actual story, here's the link:>> The Crooked Man, by Charles Beaumont

In late August and into early fall, there is a species of particularly obnoxious horsefly in Mississippi whose bite stings like a wasp and can give you encephalitis. It is hated by any joggers who have ever encountered the little bastards. One of them got me last summer and my left shoulder was numb for several days after.