Feiyue shoes

Look at these! Are these not the most beautiful shoes on the planet? ;)

Cold here

Snowing here. Which is a lot of fun as my central heating boiler broke and can't be fixed until Monday. 

Moving on to cheerier matters - here's Imri! This is a character of mine that I created about, I dunno, five years ago? Something like that. I've just done him up a bit to make him nicer as he's one of the characters in an illustrated story I'm going to make for my website. Yeah, the one I haven't got yet.

Actually, I do have one but it's kind of - off the shelf. And a funny colour. And I haven't any content on it. I suppose I could put some stuff on it and then replace it with a proper one later. By which I mean a homemade one rather than one that starts from a template.

At the moment I'm still struggling to get anything at all done, due to the tailend of the flu, various household appliances breaking and the backlog of all the stuff I haven't done, due to the flu. Ah well. Roll on spring.

I made this picture to post at Renderosity, but then realised I'd already posted one today and if you want to post more than one a day it costs $5 a month.  Bugger that.

So he can go there tomorrow; in the meantime, we can have his yumminess all to ourselves. And if he looks like he's been rolling in the snow, well, he probably has :D

Why me?

I don't understand why somebody would send me a friend request on Facebook when all they have on their page is invitations to view their (female) body naked, as long as I'm over 18.

Apart from that sounds like a scam that's gonna cost me money in the long run, the person's obviously never checked out my page. It kind of screams, uh, gay man here. Well that was more of a whimper than a bang but you take my point. Not so much of a T&A man. Now and again. Mostly C&A. Oh, yeah. I like the A. 

I realise I haven't posted here for a hundred years or so, blame the influenza virus. We all thought it was a cold until it went on... and on... and on... even my Tai Chi teacher has cancelled classes for the last two weeks, which has severely shaken my belief in her Chi powers of withstanding illness. Ah! My Sifu!

Plus side, I learned a bit of Japanese. About five letters. Hey, it's a start! I've been so stupid. That's the worst thing about flu. Not the streaming nose, aches and pains, fever - no, it's the stupidity. I feel so fucking mundane I want to die!

More plus - got in touch with my old friend I'd lost touch with - hi, Taco! Which was brilliant, because he's my cuddly blond bunny. :D 

Talking of bunnies, I went to the local farmers' market before got really bad with this virus. Was looking at some really nice sourdough bread and turned round to be confronted with a stall full of dead rabbits, pheasants and hares. It was - surprising. I hadn't seen anything like that for - well, for years, really. Here in the UK we're all plasticised by supermarkets and don't see the dead animals in their natural state much.

Having said that, they were uncleaned so I wouldn't have bought em. You should take the guts and stuff out as soon as you shoot it, not leave it to taint the meat. Dear me.

This is part of the stupid - I went to put whimper up there at the top and put whisper instead. Huh? And I never noticed until I'd finished writing it all. Also I was looking at a bottle of bourbon in the kitchen and I said, that bourbon is saying, eat me, eat me. Which is obviously the wrong verb. Maybe I think I have a bf called Bourbon. Hah. Maybe I should have a bf called Bourbon - where is he? Um, shut up. Bourbon talking :D

I'm Gay, You're Not Okay

I think it's a bit sad when you're reading some blog from some guy who seems eminently sane and sensible - at which point he gets onto the subject of gay and sane and sensible goes out the window.

I think it's a bit strange that by the mere act of being born as myself I incur the rage, disapproval and disgust of a whole bunch of people who have never even met me.

I think it's evil that people are killed, beaten, raped, ostracised and driven to suicide by ignorant bigots.

 I wish people would find something better to do with their time. Like, maybe, helping somebody instead of harming them.

I don't understand why a lot of these prejudiced holier-than-thou gobshites can call themselves religious people. They believe in a structured and hierarchical religious experience where some kind of god tells them what to do. But when it comes to the undeniable and obvious fact that god/s made a whole lot of us LGBT - oh, s/he must have made a mistake. Yeah. Right. 

Personally I'm a pagan atheist. I don't believe, but I don't mind if the gods believe in me.

Out with the old, in with the new

Moi is a happy man. I switched partners. Farewell and good riddance to Word 2007 on my desktop, am now peacefully cohabiting with Apache OpenOffice.

So far, no screams of rage, no wasted time looking for the next hidden thing I need - 2007 must be one of the least intuitive programs I ever used. I put up with the earlier versions of Word but that one is beyond the pale.

Should be switching to Scrivener later in the year anyway. They usually have a half-price offer for people who complete NaNoWriMo. And I'm cheap :D

Writing excerpt 3

“Shower,” Matsumoto said as they came through the precinct house doors. He took off in a hurry and Dante followed more slowly, Matt in tow.

     “I need – ” Dante paused. “I can’t have a shower, can I? Not with all these bandages on.”

“Shouldn’t think so.” Matt stopped and eyed Dante up and down. “You could probably get in the bathtub, if you had somebody to wash your back and round the dressings and so on.”

“Great idea,” Dante said. “What a shame I fired my personal valet.”

“Don’t you have a friend who’d do it?”

“I have plenty of friends,” Dante said. “They’re all cops, they all work here and most of them are gay. What are they gonna think, I ask them round to my place to spend quality time in the bathroom?”

“I see your problem,” Matt said. “I guess you’re not gay, then?”

“No,” Dante said. “And before you ask, I have no girlfriend either. Not yet.”

“Oooh, someone in mind?” Matt smiled.

“Maybe,” Dante said. “I don’t wanna talk about it. What I want to do is get clean but I guess I’ll have to settle for changing my underwear.”

     Dante led the way into the locker rooms, brooding over his personal hygiene difficulties.

     Despite the fact he couldn’t use the facilities, he was happy to be back in the precinct house. He liked the 69th. He hadn’t been working there too long but he’d already got to feel at home. The precinct tended to attract the eccentric, the unusual and the downright strange but Dante liked that too.

Large gay presence as well, of course. The precinct was known for it. Officers who’d got tired of hiding their sexuality from their co-workers. Guys who’d got tired of finding ladies’ panties appearing in their lockers. Women who’d got tired of finding boxers and jockstraps in theirs. And of course, the perennial haze that everyone was sick of, finding that somebody who disapproved of your lifestyle had pissed in your shoes.

Dante went into the detectives’ locker room to find Matsumoto wearing only a towel and about to leave for the showers. Ryan Giannorino was sitting on one of the benches in a pair of sweatpants. He was changing his work shoes for trainers.

“Matsumoto’s got his ass wrapped in a towel,” he was singing, blues-style. “That’s a state of matters that makes me wanna growell!”

“You should be growling,” Matsumoto commented. “Since you’re singing doggerel.”

“Man thinks he has a sense of humor,” Ryan said.

Matsumoto just shook his head and left for the showers, pulling the towel from around his waist as he went.

Dante heard a sigh from beside him. He caught the direction of Matt’s gaze and smiled.

“He’s so fine!” Ryan burst into song again, eyes fixed on Matt. “Wish he were mine! Ooh, someone has a thing for Matsumoto.”

“Don’t fuck with my driver,” Dante said. “I need him focused. I can’t drive myself.”

“Okay, big Daddy,” Ryan said. “You probably wouldn’t like Matsumoto if you got to know him, Lakowski. He’s into some weird shit. BDSM, stuff like that.”

“Is that me you’re talking about?” Matsumoto returned. “I think you’re sitting on my shower gel, Ryan.”

“I wondered what that unfamiliar feeling was.” Ryan discovered the shower gel in the folds of his towel and handed it over. “We were just scaring the rookie with tales of the Kinkmeister.”

“I’m not scared,” Matt said.

“Oh yeah?” Matsumoto smiled. “Whatever he’s told you, it’s probably true.”

“How I look at it,” Matt said, “vanilla is a flavor. But so are strawberry and chocolate.”

Matsumoto laughed.

“What’s your favorite?” he asked.

“Pistachio,” Matt said.