I’ve always loved to read and make up stories in my head. Partly I think it’s because it gave me something to do while I was in the hospital as a kid. I couldn’t really go out and play so I had to do something to pass the time and TV would get boring. It’s not like today where kids have all these electronic games and cell phones to help pass the time.
This is not what you’d call a traditional story with a beginning, middle, and end. It has none of those things. I guess it sits somewhere between pornographic fantasy and wishful thinking. It’s the tale of the person I wish I was, bonding with the person I wish I could be with. The characters are unorthodox and kinky, and yet in their own way rather conventional. The setting is nowhere, and it takes place probably never, because the world where such a relationship would be possible, for me (without the consequences I fear), may not exist. But who knows?