Showing posts with label my friends have issues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my friends have issues. Show all posts

Friday, April 19, 2013

Menages were my gateway drug...

Why m/m? Well, why not? 

When my co-workers first found out I was writing smut, sorry, erotica, the assumption was that it would be boy/girl stuff. And I let them keep that assumption for a while, until the sneaky bastards tracked down my books online. *Waves to cheeky bastards* 

Well, needless to say the list of co-workers wanting to read my books diminished quite quickly. Apparently the straight guys just really aren't too keen to read about what publishers and sellers refer to as "male/male sexual practices" and I refer to as "fucking awesome". On the plus side, I've picked up some very keen fans in the workplace, both guys and girls, who love a bit of boy-on-boy action. And who wouldn't? 



To honest, I haven't been writing m/m romance for long. 

The first romance I attempted was way back in high school. It was terrible. It was also m/f. It's probably still lying at the bottom of a cupboard somewhere. Hopefully not still at my mum's house, because we've had enough awkward talks, thanks. 

I don't remember the first m/m book I read. 

The first m/m scene I read was in a book with an m/m/f menage. And m/m/f menages are like a gateway drug. Pretty soon I was like, "You know what would make this scene even hotter? If they got that girl out of the middle." 

So I read one without the girl. Boom. I was hooked. 

I like reading and writing m/m because I am a fundamentally shallow person who can only do basic mathematics. Here is an example of my basic mathematics: 

1 x hot guy = hot. 
2 x hot guys = double hot. 

This doesn't work ad infinitum, of course. I tend to get lost on who is who and what's being put where once the number of participants get past about three. Which is why I've never written a threesome. Dammit, Jim, I'm a writer, not a choreographer!

So that's the why of why I chose m/m. 

If we want to get into why I'm such a fan of dub-con, non-con, more angst that you could throw at a French philosopher, emotional baggage that would sink the Bismarck, and just good old-fashioned fucked-up characters, I think we're gonna need a longer post. 

Much longer. 

Sunday, September 23, 2012

I am not computer support, Nate

Guys, really. The ability to use a computer does not make me the person to come to when you want advice on which laptop you should buy. Hence this text conversation with my friend Nate: 

Nate: What brand laptop u got? 

Me: A compaq. 

Nate: Am buying one now. Which one u like? (With two pictures) 

Me: The first one. 

Nate: Y?

Me: First one is prettier. 

Nate: I want manly. 

Me: We all want manly. Whats ur point? 

Nate: Don't want a pretty laptop. 

Me: What if we call it metrosexual? 

Nate: Hmmm metro, I like that. 

Me: It could totally work. 

Nate: I'll get that one. 

And now I am super jealous because Nate's laptop is prettier than mine. 
Sorry, more metrosexual than mine. 

Nate's laptop: 

Source


My laptop: 

Source
I want a new laptop.