Story Notes

All of my stories are hosted at the Archive of Our Own.

I’ve written these notes (in progress) 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 own.