Guess I'd be what they call an older man, though I sure don't feel like it. Sampled multiple interests over the years and making stuff up via the written word has become a top tier favorite. Rambled around the 'net over the years, trying blogs and story sites.... came by this one and decided to dip my toes in and see how it feels. I enjoy playing with the sexual, the humorous, the strange. I like to start at a place without knowing where it will go. There are a few topical territories I enjoy fantasizing about but not sure I would want to experience in reality. So I give them a safe and fun outlet via the gates of fiction.
My biggest hurdle would be completing long tales. Or not just long ones. If I manage to come to a recognizable ending on any of them, well, that's big news in my world. Not that completion is unknown, just not as common as I'd like it and know it could/should be. I did manage to publish a few on Amazon but they probably need more attention/rewrites. Oh and I love, love, love, to write poetry, or what I loosely call poetry.
Interests When I remember how much fun it is to make stuff up via the written word, well, pretty much all other interests tend to pale -- except as sources of info for use in a literary excursion. If I let the feel slip loose and forget about the fun, it becomes a hodgepodge adventure where all emits glitter but not affordability. Something like that.
Favorite Books In my younger days I read everything/anything. The library or a bookstore was like a porn-land. It's something I need to restore to the joy it once was. I do have sort of a fetish for old encyclopedias.
Heck, even back in the Dark Ages when one's access to smut-related media was relegated to a lucky find in a ditch or snooping in step-dad's stash, I always got bigger thrills from the stories/letters. Much later I was given to play with a wonderment as to if there could be anything more fun than thinking up and writing kinky, tingle-inducing literature. Funneling fantasy scenes into tales.
Finally, at an age I blush to specify (okay, early twenties), I was freed from the constant reminder that I had not yet fucked a girl. It had been a tormenting way to exist, because all my thoughts were of nothing but pretty girls, night and day, always s...
