age: 61 (Oct 31, 1946)
MEMBER SINCE: February 2003
occupation: author, painter
makes me sad: war
body mods: pierced ears
fantasy: SGs wearing strap-ons ...
i lost my virginity: midnight at the lost and found
into: non-figurative painting, r&b, dance, tai chi, dykes, poetry, wicca, Buddhism
crush: Twwly with short hair! She has to be a super hero - Empress of the Universe? She beats even Mia s supergirl. But DebraJean has the best erotic imagination of all time ...
most humbling moment: too many
sign: scorpio
gets me hot: assertive, confident, independent women with tattoos and body piercings
makes me happy: to paint SG portraits
A publisher who maintains a blog which features work-in-progress was going to post this brief extract from the novel I'm working on. Then she changed her mind, on the grounds that it was "too disturbing for a general blog"?
I'm sure that it's not, but I'll post it here so people can see for themselves. The book's called Glimpses of a Floating World, and tells how the escape of a teenage heroin addict in 1960s London brings about a chain of events that ends in murder and mayhem
"They ran Reggie backwards along the dark corridor, a screw holding each arm, and reversed him into the padded cell. That way he couldn't wedge his feet against the doorjamb, or put up any meaningful resistance.
They made him wear a grey woollen dressing gown, but had taken away the cord, so that he wouldn't be able to hang himself. The gown fell open as they rushed him along, and he looked down at his own emaciated body. Each rib could be seen, as clearly as a chicken's when you ripped the meat off the bone. His long blond hair hung down in rats' tails. His cock and balls looked small, shrunken in the cold. Embarrassed, he wanted to cover himself up, but couldn't, and he realised how defenceless he was. That was the first thing the screws had told him: 'You're in prison now, lad, and we can do anything we like to you!'
Reggie was pinned face down on the padded floor, one screw kneeling on his back. His breath came in ragged gasps as he shouted at them to get off. Then, changing tack, he tried pleading with them.
'I just need my fix! Please!'
This seemed to provoke the man restraining him. The knee pressed harder into his back. He felt the warmth of the man's breath, first on the nape his neck, and then in his ear.
'We'll give you an injection, lad: a ruddy meat injection!'
'Right up your fucking arse,' added the second screw.
A third screw, who wore a white jacket, entered the cell, carrying a syringe in one of those kidney-shaped bowls, the kind made of white enamel, with a blue line...
I'm sure that it's not, but I'll post it here so people can see for themselves. The book's called Glimpses of a Floating World, and tells how the escape of a teenage heroin addict in 1960s London brings about a chain of events that ends in murder and mayhem
"They ran Reggie backwards along the dark corridor, a screw holding each arm, and reversed him into the padded cell. That way he couldn't wedge his feet against the doorjamb, or put up any meaningful resistance.
They made him wear a grey woollen dressing gown, but had taken away the cord, so that he wouldn't be able to hang himself. The gown fell open as they rushed him along, and he looked down at his own emaciated body. Each rib could be seen, as clearly as a chicken's when you ripped the meat off the bone. His long blond hair hung down in rats' tails. His cock and balls looked small, shrunken in the cold. Embarrassed, he wanted to cover himself up, but couldn't, and he realised how defenceless he was. That was the first thing the screws had told him: 'You're in prison now, lad, and we can do anything we like to you!'
Reggie was pinned face down on the padded floor, one screw kneeling on his back. His breath came in ragged gasps as he shouted at them to get off. Then, changing tack, he tried pleading with them.
'I just need my fix! Please!'
This seemed to provoke the man restraining him. The knee pressed harder into his back. He felt the warmth of the man's breath, first on the nape his neck, and then in his ear.
'We'll give you an injection, lad: a ruddy meat injection!'
'Right up your fucking arse,' added the second screw.
A third screw, who wore a white jacket, entered the cell, carrying a syringe in one of those kidney-shaped bowls, the kind made of white enamel, with a blue line...
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