As a straight guy, I gotta tell you, there is nothing in this story that bothers me. I was twenty-two when the 80's hit, and was familiar with sex and drugs and rock'n'roll. (Emphasis on the drugs.) I hung out with friends who were fucking the strippers in the bars we hung out in, and we'd go up to their rooms and party with lines, smoke and drinks. This story is so easy for me to get into. I don't care that it's a queer story. We used to go to the gay bars in town because they had the best MDA around. Hits for $10; high for 18 hours. I fell in love with the voice after the first paragraph and haven't let go.
I am in awe. Really pulled into place and feelings of loss. I forget it is fiction. It is, isn’t it? Lamb sure must be real....god I don’t want to know where this is going....
And as I said in my last comment (I think) I am totally roped into this story already — where’s Lamb!?
Also, I’ll be honest, I have not read much LGBTQ+ fiction, and so there was something about this bit —
“ They’d go home and have sloppy drunk sex, probably the other guy thinking Lamb was going to fuck his brains out. Lamb being a big old bottom and usually half-blacked out, his tricks didn’t get very far—when they got to the part where someone had to get behind the wheel, nobody wanted the job. There wasn’t a lot of repeat business. — that I found especially interesting.
I love hearing about these parts of SF, makes me yearn for my time there (although I know it has changed so much, and most of it not for the good), and the apartment....I am living vicariously through this amazing story and wishing it was me moving in there.
Your writing is so electric. It's sharp and alive. You make it seem effortless.
Also, I love the title Poof. I'm not sure you're aware of this, although I'm assuming you are, but Poof is a slang term for gay in South Africa (and other places).
Anyhow, the way you fill each line with life and vitality is really incredible. Such a gift.
Love part deux as much as part one. You kept me on edge from first word to last. I'm anxious to know where Lamb went. It must be so odd to have all his things, but no him. Heartbreaking.
Wow, what a strong second chapter. I’m not sure where this is going, but my sense is that Lamb will be defined by his absence. in a few pages, you’ve already created such a presence for this character. So good.
You have a grand following for good reason. I'm late to this party, but, man, I am in ...
As a straight guy, I gotta tell you, there is nothing in this story that bothers me. I was twenty-two when the 80's hit, and was familiar with sex and drugs and rock'n'roll. (Emphasis on the drugs.) I hung out with friends who were fucking the strippers in the bars we hung out in, and we'd go up to their rooms and party with lines, smoke and drinks. This story is so easy for me to get into. I don't care that it's a queer story. We used to go to the gay bars in town because they had the best MDA around. Hits for $10; high for 18 hours. I fell in love with the voice after the first paragraph and haven't let go.
Well.... you certainly have my attention.
I am in awe. Really pulled into place and feelings of loss. I forget it is fiction. It is, isn’t it? Lamb sure must be real....god I don’t want to know where this is going....
Another great chapter, Troy!
And as I said in my last comment (I think) I am totally roped into this story already — where’s Lamb!?
Also, I’ll be honest, I have not read much LGBTQ+ fiction, and so there was something about this bit —
“ They’d go home and have sloppy drunk sex, probably the other guy thinking Lamb was going to fuck his brains out. Lamb being a big old bottom and usually half-blacked out, his tricks didn’t get very far—when they got to the part where someone had to get behind the wheel, nobody wanted the job. There wasn’t a lot of repeat business. — that I found especially interesting.
Great chapter, Troy!
I love hearing about these parts of SF, makes me yearn for my time there (although I know it has changed so much, and most of it not for the good), and the apartment....I am living vicariously through this amazing story and wishing it was me moving in there.
Cliffhanger!
Oh, oh Lamb... the wait for Friday is going to be rough!!
Your writing is so electric. It's sharp and alive. You make it seem effortless.
Also, I love the title Poof. I'm not sure you're aware of this, although I'm assuming you are, but Poof is a slang term for gay in South Africa (and other places).
Anyhow, the way you fill each line with life and vitality is really incredible. Such a gift.
Worried about Lamb, but glad Mando's out of the picture...You've got me hooked on this story, Troy!
So sad! Lamb's struggle is one we can all relate to on some level, real and palpable. The last thing he told you was he loved you....
I wasn’t expecting this at all. Powerful. Poof is right.
No lamb?! Already jonesing for the next installment.
Very well done, Mr Troy Ford! I'm very much enjoying this one, and I so hope that you'll keep it up!
Love part deux as much as part one. You kept me on edge from first word to last. I'm anxious to know where Lamb went. It must be so odd to have all his things, but no him. Heartbreaking.
Wow, what a strong second chapter. I’m not sure where this is going, but my sense is that Lamb will be defined by his absence. in a few pages, you’ve already created such a presence for this character. So good.