🔥 Trying to separate my writing and art from everything else.
💩 I'll try to keep my personal bullshit over on weirder dot earth.
❤️ Thanks for having me!
Current Project: Ash & Zeke
Ash is the kind of guy who walks into a leather bar in the Midwest wearing makeup, a feather boa, and six-inch heels, and asks the handsomest daddy there to dance.
Zeke is that daddy.
(drawing with eye contact)
I’m getting to know Ash better, he even allowed himself to be drawn!
There’s a tiny gobsmacked & infatuated Zeke down at the bottom too.
there are now two separate roadhouse fanfics. they're multiplying. send help (second one is the obvious crossover with To Wong Foo...)
i've got like twelve files open and no executive function, i have never finished anything in my life
but i'm having a good time and that's what counts
jeez, it's been such a struggle to figure out the actual plot for #AshAndZeke and i've made like zero progress in weeks But Suddenly........
me, #writing, looking at my notecards, spreadsheets, and diagrams: Okay so this is gonna have to be the main conflict for the first book. And I’ll just save all this other shit for books two and three.
me: ... (bursts into flames)
writing snippet / food, suggestive of lewd
Zeke takes a bite of shawarma, closes his eyes, and lets out a growl of pure ecstasy. "Damn, that's good. You're a hell of a cook, kid."
I'm pleased at the complement, but mad that he's still calling me 'kid'. I tease, "You know you make sex noises when you eat, right?"
"Nah," he says, unfazed. "I make food noises when I have sex."
I try to be casual about the way I'm suddenly choking on my soda.
There's a white haired gent who's a regular at Ophelia's and all I know about him is that he works at the local Cramathon warehouse and he's never gonna be able to retire.
He rocks a denim on denim Springsteen-type look.
I think maybe he wears a collar and belongs to one of the leathermen.
Anyway, what a cutie!
okay here’s the story of how i fell in love with my uber driver on the ride from my job in Muggleton to my hovel in Butchfirg several years ago... nothing exciting happens, he was just so strange and beautiful that i never got over it
I write and draw gay shit.
Sometimes I post little excerpts and sketches.
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