All this began with my infatuation with sex stories and trying to write sex stories. Then came the discovery that my attempts leaned purple and shortly after that began the flirtation with poetry.
Love of humor has always walked hand in hand with sex story infatuation – and of course we have multiple branches from those two simple realms.
The poetry was attractive because it looked like a place to exploit the purple tendencies and to not worry about staying on a linear storyline.
Still love the poetry but while free-writing, the old heady feelings tugged and before long the old heady feelings were headier and something was saying about how short life is and maybe if something feels this good to write, or at least put the mind to thinking about, even with its high levels of hardness – because it is – sex, good, effective, sex, is fucking hard to write – why not revisit what is the most challenging, yet brings an equally satisfying payoff?