Story Notes

Page under eternal and slow construction. I have 50+ stories, all hosted at the Archive of Our Own; here are a few to start with.

I've written these notes to you, dear Reader of the exquisite taste, who may not know my fandom or care for any fandom but whom I hope will be enticed by one or more of these descriptions to read my work.

The Nabokov Trilogy

If I had a claim to fame (I don't), this series would be it. A man, desperately in love with his brother's husband, takes him the only way he can. It's named for Nabokov because this is the first story's first line: Lan Xichen thinks of Humbert drugging Lolita, as he taps the white powder into Jiang Cheng's glass. (Yes, the thing is in present tense; yes, I resisted, fiercely; no, I don't think it's unreadable.) Jiang Cheng is a full-grown man here, there's nary a nymphet in sight, yet Lolita dogged my writing of this series to the extent that Lan Xichen delivers a multi-paragraph monologue on the novel—the real-world novel!—in the third and final chapter of the third and final story.

I realized only after the fact that, like Nabokov, I played with some authorial self-pointing. Here are the sentences that follow the first quoted above: It's not a sensible thought. Jiang Cheng is no nymphet, and Lan Xichen has no Nabokov behind him to render his desire so lyrical. In other words: I know I'm no Nabokov, for all that I borrowed his name for the title of my series and love his prose to death. Then again, I don't have to be Nabokov to love my own prose to death. I'm not—and I do.

Size Matters

A tetralogy. An 18-year-old boy, in desperate love and lust with the uncle who raised him, imagines retrospectively that it was this uncle who called him forth from the womb; prospectively, when it seems clear that his uncle likes his men big, the boy determines to grow big, better, best for him—so that he can take him—to pieces—and make him his.