Doc Swain. The man behind the masks. Okay, it's his faithful animal companion, Zeus.
Hello all! I'm sure you're all thrilled to finally almost meet me. What? You aren't. Okay, get that guy outta here. This is my spot. Hecklers need to get their priorities in order.
1: Worship the Doc.
2: Follow rule One.
Okay a little about me. I write for my own pleasure, but if I get paid to publish, all the better.
I am a gay male, born 5/27/1963 (Do your own math). I'm 5'11", weigh 175 lbs., and might be easy, but I'm not cheap.
I am single, and looking. The ideal guy is rich, er, sorry, I mean, warm and cuddly. Handsome (submit your pics and I'll be the judge). He's Prince Charming, Mark Steines, Alec Baldwin, Jimmy Buffett, Anderson Cooper, Dennis Quaid, Jerry Doyle, Rick Rossivich, and Chris Potter, all rolled into one.
He's the perfect guy, who overlooks my flaws, and one who's flawless. (okay, so he doesn't exist.) Anything close to any of the above would be acceptable.
When you can't be with the one you love, find a cheap imation. (They can always be replaced like the ink cartridge in a printer.)
I write slash, and I write mainstream fiction. I write because I like to write.