I have always liked the photo to the left because it reminds me of a character named Tyler in a short story I wrote in 2008 titled Fuck Me…Please. The story was included in a Torquere Press anthology now out of print. Fuck Me…Please was the first story I ever sold to a commercial publisher; it kicked off my writing career in a major way.
In the story a just-out-of-service Marine named Forrest lands in San Francisco nearly flat broke. He has no idea where he’s going to sleep that night.
When he visits a bar to drink a few beers he meets Tyler, who’s a submariner in the US Navy. They strike up a conversation. One thing leads to another and the two end up sharing a bed in Tyler’s hotel. Here’s how Forrest, the story’s narrator, describes Tyler when they first meet:
“I checked him out while he ordered a beer. He was my age, probably five-ten, maybe one hundred and fifty pounds. He had what I call “pretty boy” features: a turned up nose, dick-sucking lips, and craggy cheekbones. His eyelashes were long, like a girl’s. When he blinked, it was hard not to notice the eyelashes. His hair was dark, cut short on the sides, a bit of length on top.”
After the Torquere Press anthology went out of print, Createspace re-published it in my single-author anthology titled Sebastian Inlet, so the story’s still available for reading.
I had a very productive day. The a/c tech went all over my system and got it ready for summer. AT&T installed a satellite dish out back to service my vacation rental, the dish is kind of cool and it gets great reception. I got a ton of editing done on a book I have coming out soon. I did a fence repair; put down slip-proof treads on a set of outdoor steps, spread two bags of mulch, and adjusted all my Confederate jasmine vines I planted two months ago so they’ll grow on my trellises properly. Whew.
Now it’s time for relaxation. Have a nice Thursday night, friends.