Of course. Jeremy can feel a headache gathering behind one eye, dragged across the thorns of light reflecting off bumpers and the stink of emissions. Listening to Marisa's mix CD (all Lilith Fair, all the time) is a masochistic twist.


Have been reading A Kept Boy, and, looking for more, found your take on the verse. I think it's wonderful; love the way you weave the threads of the story together with PT's, and love the quality of the writing like the images and little remarks in this bit.

Could only wish we readers were slave owners and could make you writers (slaves) crack out more! (Well, not really, obviously, but it's a seductive thought...)