Woof Camp
“Listen, sweetheart,” Dan said. “I wanted to let you know– I picked up our new pup.” “Which one?” Steve asked. “Number three on the list, the female bootblack,” Dan said. He was sitting in the rotunda, in the company of several dozen cell-phoners. “She’s such a doll, too, all tough and chip on her shoulder. [...]
Danny’s Boy
“Master Dan, it’s great to see you again!” Ollie smiled up from her place on the floor as the man settled himself onto the chair at her boot-blacking station. “Are you and Steve competing?” “Steve didn’t make it this year,” Dan mourned. “He got promoted, and couldn’t leave the job, so I had to come [...]
FTM support meeting in L.A. report
Actually, there isn’t much reportage to do, only that I got off my ass and went. Thank you nagasvoice for peptalking me. i seem to be wallowing in insecurity and agoraphobia these days. The meetup was one FTM facilitator, his cis female best friend, his gay BF who said he had never dated a transman [...]
Protected: Help with an MTF trans character A re-written post
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Why is nothing easy?
There’s a little story I tell, about a young MTF who wanted a ticket to a women’s only dungeon party, and i was kinda obnoxious to her and when she cried, I figured that she was definitely female enough to be there and she had a great time…. And yes, I apologised for being an [...]
Drabble for lit-gal
You can have your bunny back, kthnxs. Fandom; lit-gal BTVS AU titled “Kin Of The Heart.” pairing; Spike/Angel/Xander warnings– oh come on, I wrote it after all! No ropes or whips; a soupçon of shmoop perhaps. 100 words of Kin– times six… Xander; Whatever Xander was expecting, it probably wasn’t this; Not seeing Spike, whimpering [...]
Two erotic flashfics
Smut the first; 100 words. (Inspired by my character sketch for Charlie Dixon) prompt “Liquid”; Language There were words she wouldn’t say in English; fuck, cunt, cock. This woman, who would scream and scratch in orgasm, who drew blood with her kisses, who at kicked my buttocks as if she were spurring a horse, would [...]
Marcus, 1979; 545 words, one sentence
I remember a cold night in Zurich, 1979, when I sat desperate and alone amid a crowd of night-timers in the unwelcoming American Bar; I had just demonstrated the technique of applying liquid eyeliner to create that 1960′s cats-eye effect, and some fey man blew on my eyelids to dry them- under pretext of drawing [...]
