Touching – #twitterfic
1. I touch as if touching pried apart tectonic plates forcing a void in the pride of your flesh made word across the sterile screen of my brain. 2. Digital shudders let me tongue your neural network and bask in the fruits of my labour evidenced in the explosive demise of your spelling skills. 3. […]
Knowing – #twitterfic
1. I know as if knowing were a knot a knife a needle to the base of the skull truth pinned blind to the brain like a tail on a donkey. 2. The dead serious joke of us. Seeds planted in jest never meant for gestation. 3. This careful measured distance no word of mouth […]
Enamorata – Part 2
If you’d like to start at the beginning of this story, it’s here: Enamorata – Part 1 Forty-eight hours isn’t a lot of time. And even with a judicious dose of Nozee to postpone sleep, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy to track down Annelise. Women are always harder to find than men. […]
Here Lies…
I just finished Gibson’s Zero History. One of the locations in the novel is a fictional private hotel called Cabinet with an address at Portman Square in London. Before we found a house in Montague Square, my parents and I lived in a flat at 15 Portman Square – it had an old rickety cage […]
The End Product of Globalization
I’m in London with not a lot of alone time on my hands, but I’m definitely aiming to produce another chunk of Enamorata. In the meantime, delving into the video meme of Lady Gaga parodies, I found this. Some of it is pretty disturbing to look at if you haven’t spent much time in Southeast […]
Ego Te Absolvo
This piece has been removed. Apologies.
Word of the Day: Countertransference
From time to time, I use this blog to explore the non-erotic parts of my life. This is one of them. So, a caution: this piece deals with the very upsetting subject of incest. It is not meant in any way to be read as a piece of erotica. Rather, it is an examination of […]
Dreamtime #twitterflash
Last night I dreamt of deformed cocks and condescending platitudes. Sometimes I think my mind has been made up like a hotel room by a psychotic maid The comfort of imagined alien influences doesn’t last, nor should it. I’m trapped with the uncomfortable fact that sex will always be more than sex to me. #dreamtime […]
Waystation of the Soul
At dawn, the incongruous shrieks of birds caged in this urban labyrinth overwhelm the rumble of air conditioners, mindless guardians against the true heat of a Bankok night. Here where my soul sneaks between white sheets that smell of institutional cleanliness, and back into an indifferent body neither glad to see it nor grown accustomed […]
Enamorata – Part 1
I’m not entirely sure how ‘erotica’ this story is going to be – it’s sort of a writing experiment for me. It’s also – those of you who are sci-fi fans might recognize – something of an homage to certain sci-fi writers. Here’s part 1 – I hope you enjoy it. Behind the glittering towers […]