it has so many awesome parts

GIP, really. He's so cute! I found a couple of fabulous photos of Aldis Hodge on the Tom & Lorenzo site and made a scant handful of icons. I'm keeping two, but if anyone would like either of these, be my guest.





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Progress is slow - when you have to spend about an hour on the phone to get the company to send you a form, it does feel a bit like wading through treacle. But BIL has now been through the house to see if there are any personal items he wants to keep, and the chaps are working on their executor duties as best they can.

I, meanwhile, have started to remove the two soil beds on the small patio outside our back door, which are enclosed by a lean-to greenhouse (which sits under the veranda roof, and oh god I could rant about it for hours, I'll stop here). Only two wheelbarrowfuls so far, because the exit to the greenhouse has a seven-inch-high 'lip' for some reason, so I have to summon Beast to help me lift the wheelbarrow out.... But I think it's nearly time to put some of the seedlings out, so getting the soil into the actual garden seems like a good plan.

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I have a massive and very painful mouth ulcer. Drinking tea or coffee is not currently worth it. Sigh.

underneath your zipper can be lots of fun

In a complete change of mood—which I need!—I am allowing myself to remember that May is (apparently) the Merry Month of Masturbation. So I thought I'd post a little reminder of my stories on that theme.

A Little Bit Extra As I recall I was surprised at the amount of lube sloshing around in the fandom, and having consulted Be a local expert, discovered that someone in possession of a foreskin didn't necessarily need it. So.

Fantasies This one might even be my best masturbation story.

The next three go together, and indeed it was the scene in the first one, You Want Some Help With That?, which inspired me initially to write Prone. The prologue, and the epilogue, Working from the same script, came along rather later.

Brown Fur with Blond Tips comes from my wondering what a bunch of late teen/twentysomething guys would do with the mountains of soft toys which seem to have been presented to them.

And then this one: Let Your Fingers Do The Walking As with Fantasies, this was written to a prompt by ephemera.

I keep my stories in chronological order on my website, whereas they are a bit randomised on AO3; this means it is easy to see how my early popslash output was very much about Teh Sex, one way or another, whereas in latter years it has been a lot more about the plot. Honourable exception for 2013, when both my SeSa stories got a porny sequel.