I know I should post something so my readers will keep coming, but some days things simply keep me from thoughts worthy of writing in a blog. I’ll probably just ramble through this.
My dog kept me up most of the night. I’d fall asleep and she’d wake me. I’m not certain what was bothering her either. I maybe got three hours sleep last night interrupted. (I still wouldn’t take the world for her.)
Writing is coming along on the last story featuring Edyn and Ciar. Their second story is with the betas. Revisions after that then another read through and finished.
As for me, my head is pounding with a migraine. I’ve gotten used to that most of the time since mine never goes away.
Someone asked me about my religion of the Mistress. and I created a place for it on my website. I’ll share things as She allows.
Now the question I was asked this week that threw me.
“Are you gay? I mean because of your stories, is the reason,” asked a coworker.
I answered, “I write LGBTQIA or Quiltbag, but I don’t consider what I write to be me. So, no. I’m not gay.”
The truth of it is I can’t really be anything but Questioning. I love females and their beauty but can also see the beauty in the male form too. I prefer females to males, but neither hold much of a true sexual turn on for me.
Okay, at the young age of thirteen, I was allowed to see my first rated-R movie, Conan The Barbarian. My parents took me. Sure, I admired the muscles of Arnie playing the role and Sandal playing the female lead and seeing her topless during the love scenes. (Even when having to try to look through a “wanting an innocent son” mother’s hand close to my eyes. If only they had known I knew everything by then.) I liked both characters in the movie. For me, the sex scenes were beautiful between them.
What turned me on in the movie? The swords.
Yes, the riddle of steel had me. I’ve always loved weaponry. When I hold a sword, I don’t get the sexual turn on one might expect but hold a certain respect and reverance for something that could easily kill the untrained wielder as much as his foe. It’s as if the sword is a holy weapon, but I feel the same about a good knife or axe too.
I’ve had knives since I was seven and got my first katana as a high school graduation present from my parents. I have collected many stage value or hanger type swords and a few kata functional ones.
My first love was the blade of steel and always will be. It is the reason that swords and blades hold unique places in my stories.
But, firearms also do this. It isn’t so much the feeling of power that comes from them but my respect of them. When twenty-one, I got my first pistol. I still target shoot today.
This is the reason why some firearms hold a special place in my stories. They like the swords, blades, and knives are only tools in the end used by the character. The item/tool isn’t the bad thing but the person wielding it can be.
Enough of this for today. I need to get back to writing.