About
I've recently rediscovered how much fun it is to write erotic fiction. I wrote a few stories way back in the 1990s under the screenname Trammeler, but if they still exist, they would be on an unlabeled 3.5" floppy disk and therefore not easily accessable. If anyone stumbles across one still floating around the internet, please send me a link; it would be good for a laugh, I'm sure.
Music
Spoon, Michael Kiwanuka, Tori Amos, Shawn Colvin, Yola, The Detroit Cobras, The XX, Sara Bareilles, Heartless Bastards, John Legend, KT Tunstall, Grace Potter, Tune Yards, Moby, Fiona Apple, LA4
Writers
Mark Twain, Harper Lee, John Steinbeck, James Thurber, Margaret Atwood, Jorge Luis Borges, Shakespeare, John Irving, Emily Dickinson, Patrick O’Brian, Barbara Kingsolver, Janwillem van de Wetering
Visual Artists
Mark Rothko, Georgia O’Keefe, Alexander Calder, Ansel Adams, Walt Kelly, Carl Barks, Helen Frankenthaler, Maya Lin, John Brosio
Movies
Four Weddings and a Funeral, Duck Soup, Doctor Strangelove, Hannah and Her Sisters, The Big Sleep, Dark City, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Taxi Driver, Star Wars, American Beauty, anything with Wallace and Grommit
“Do one about a sex robot,” Marcye said from behind Mark’s chair. Startled, he felt a bit embarrassed at the single idiotic sentence on his laptop screen: “It was the best of fucks, it was the worst of fucks.” That was all he had come up with since lunch....
“What’s mine is yours. Help yourself to anything. And, stay as long as you need to.” Dan gave his younger brother Kyle a manly hug, the kind where both men are holding a bottle of beer and being careful not to spill a drop. “As long as you want to,” Dan’s...
Gary slouched low in the driver’s seat of his Tesla, eyes trained on Mister X’s jacked-up GMC pickup parked in Gary’s driveway, a block away. He felt like a private eye on a stakeout. He really needed a fancy camera with a long zoom lens. Instead, he had...
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