By Doug UK
I found myself floating, with some kind of forward movement as if in a tunnel, although not quite a tunnel, just blackness which surrounded and enveloped me. It was a sensation I’ve had before in dreams, and yet this was not a dream. Ahead, I could see a glow of light, and slowly, almost like flying in slow motion, I moved towards it.
By Doug UK
“Born with a silver spoon in his mouth!” That’s how they used to talk about me: a strange old English expression, because I had wealthy parents. Both of them barristers, ultra-conservative, conventional, living a home-counties life-style, with me as the trophy son, pampered and to be well-prepared to follow them into the rich dull world of the law and all its trappings. Shame really, as I must have been such a disappointment.
By DougUK
Even as a young child, Tim was weird. He didn’t know it, and other people just thought he was a bit odd, but with hindsight he realised he was truly, deeply, madly, weird.
By Doug UK
In many ways the relationship between Matthew and me is very conventional, almost vanilla. I’m often the ‘bottom’ and he’s often the ‘top’ but this does not define us. I’m a bit of a masochist, and he’s a bit of a sadist, but it’s definitely not an S and M relationship, and in no way are we master and slave.
By Doug UK
Everyone who knew Tom or Bernie thought they lived a respectable, almost straight, life together. Tom dressed in immaculate business suits every day for his job at the bank; and Bernie, the elementary school teacher, in his smart casual clothes. During the working week, they went about everyday life just like every other smart dull couple in the city.