A First, and long overdue post!
Please allow me to introduce myself, for I’m a man of wealth and taste…
Well that’s not entirely true, but I do have taste. Welcome to my first post. This has been long overdue, but I just couldn’t find anything significant to write about for a very long time. There is also a small bunch who I didn’t want to display any of the finer details of my own life to, but I’ve found that to be a mostly unwarranted concern, and I’ll deal with them later.
I figured this was a sorry state of affairs has gone on for too long, being that I comment on enough of others posts, that finally I should go ahead and make my own. So finally I’ve decided to climb atop my own soapbox, and express myself. At one time I considered writing this in Nadsat, but I found the vocabulary is too limited, and it’s hard to practice. Unless you’ve really lived it, you’ll never pull it off, and so I just figured it’d be silliness, and so I dropped the idea. Besides, how many of you would understand it? It’ll jus’ give you a pain in the Gulliver, and soon you’ll wanna’ Zasnoot!
Anyways, the whole reason for posting was to make an announcement, I’m writing my novel. It wasn’t the book I originally set out to accomplish writing when I started back in 2002, and that one will have to wait. No, this is a novel concerning me, my ex-Domme, my sister-slave, and scene-friends of mine, and a girlfriend along the way. It all has to do with Fetish. It’s a both a love story, as well as a seedy sex-capade, with some REEEEAAALLLY risqué parts in it. Much of the style is like the novel: Razor's Edge by W. Somerset Maugham.
When I began playing with the idea, I was searching for a literary counterpart, or paralell to what story I had inside. Then somewhere I remembered the movie I had seen when I was 14, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-cIUVgacaY and the book I had read about three years ago. I had my novel.
It exists already in an incomplete form of letters, emails, and the recorded conversations of IM traffic, but it still needs to be put together. I owe my decision to finish it, no let me rephrase that, to even embark upon writing it, to a friend of mine I met on okcupid.com.
I shared great heaps of my personal history with her, to include a freakish, yet hilarious episodes that had happened while I was in Zeebrugge, Bruxelles, and Menem, Belgium. This tale is fraught with humour, controversy, love, lust, the endless depths of depression, and the slow and painful recovery back to sanity.
Much like the character: Larry Durrel who chooses café life and pursuit of wisdom over middle-class security, I had done the same. As his Hindu mentor tells him: "...there are three paths to enlightenment - knowledge, service, and prayer. Larry chooses the path of knowledge, and ultimately does attain some level of enlightenment. I inevitably chose all three paths, and have yet attained the enlightenment that I've sought, however the paths are as yet unfinished but the journey so far has been interesting.
"The sharp edge of a razor is difficult to pass over; thus the wise say the path to Salvation is hard." -Katha-Upanishad.
I’m not going to spill my guts as to what it contains, but there are those precious few of you who’ve been given lots of clues. You’ll have to bear with me as I give details in a rather cryptographic way. You won’t get the whole thing here. You’ll have to actually pay the U.S. $6.99, but if you’re good, and if you’re lucky, you may at least catch some of the more interesting bits. Despite my desire to publish, I still have a career to protect, as well as an identity. And from a liability standpoint, there are several folks who I doubt will lend their names to this project, and so I’ve no wish to provoke them, and mire this project’s publication inescapably by entangling it in legal bullshit!
And so dear readers, your humble narrator has decided to share with you small details of his incredibly strange life in the hopes that you might be entertained, or even come away with having learned something.
Well that’s not entirely true, but I do have taste. Welcome to my first post. This has been long overdue, but I just couldn’t find anything significant to write about for a very long time. There is also a small bunch who I didn’t want to display any of the finer details of my own life to, but I’ve found that to be a mostly unwarranted concern, and I’ll deal with them later.
I figured this was a sorry state of affairs has gone on for too long, being that I comment on enough of others posts, that finally I should go ahead and make my own. So finally I’ve decided to climb atop my own soapbox, and express myself. At one time I considered writing this in Nadsat, but I found the vocabulary is too limited, and it’s hard to practice. Unless you’ve really lived it, you’ll never pull it off, and so I just figured it’d be silliness, and so I dropped the idea. Besides, how many of you would understand it? It’ll jus’ give you a pain in the Gulliver, and soon you’ll wanna’ Zasnoot!
Anyways, the whole reason for posting was to make an announcement, I’m writing my novel. It wasn’t the book I originally set out to accomplish writing when I started back in 2002, and that one will have to wait. No, this is a novel concerning me, my ex-Domme, my sister-slave, and scene-friends of mine, and a girlfriend along the way. It all has to do with Fetish. It’s a both a love story, as well as a seedy sex-capade, with some REEEEAAALLLY risqué parts in it. Much of the style is like the novel: Razor's Edge by W. Somerset Maugham.
When I began playing with the idea, I was searching for a literary counterpart, or paralell to what story I had inside. Then somewhere I remembered the movie I had seen when I was 14, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-cIUVgacaY and the book I had read about three years ago. I had my novel.
It exists already in an incomplete form of letters, emails, and the recorded conversations of IM traffic, but it still needs to be put together. I owe my decision to finish it, no let me rephrase that, to even embark upon writing it, to a friend of mine I met on okcupid.com.
I shared great heaps of my personal history with her, to include a freakish, yet hilarious episodes that had happened while I was in Zeebrugge, Bruxelles, and Menem, Belgium. This tale is fraught with humour, controversy, love, lust, the endless depths of depression, and the slow and painful recovery back to sanity.
Much like the character: Larry Durrel who chooses café life and pursuit of wisdom over middle-class security, I had done the same. As his Hindu mentor tells him: "...there are three paths to enlightenment - knowledge, service, and prayer. Larry chooses the path of knowledge, and ultimately does attain some level of enlightenment. I inevitably chose all three paths, and have yet attained the enlightenment that I've sought, however the paths are as yet unfinished but the journey so far has been interesting.
"The sharp edge of a razor is difficult to pass over; thus the wise say the path to Salvation is hard." -Katha-Upanishad.
I’m not going to spill my guts as to what it contains, but there are those precious few of you who’ve been given lots of clues. You’ll have to bear with me as I give details in a rather cryptographic way. You won’t get the whole thing here. You’ll have to actually pay the U.S. $6.99, but if you’re good, and if you’re lucky, you may at least catch some of the more interesting bits. Despite my desire to publish, I still have a career to protect, as well as an identity. And from a liability standpoint, there are several folks who I doubt will lend their names to this project, and so I’ve no wish to provoke them, and mire this project’s publication inescapably by entangling it in legal bullshit!
And so dear readers, your humble narrator has decided to share with you small details of his incredibly strange life in the hopes that you might be entertained, or even come away with having learned something.