Tags: torquere, writing
I had an incredibly mediocre day at work today, but then I came home to discover that the story that I was talking about in this post was accepted by Torquere to be part of their Charity Sip Blitz in September. This year’s theme is a medical one, and the money raised by these stories will go to Doctors Without Borders, which is a worthy cause.
My story’s called Eyes Wide Shut – it’s set in Western Australia, and it tells the story of Adam Taylor, a doctor with the Royal Flying Doctor Service, and Chris Barker, a mining engineer working at the Mount Keith nickel mine. The utterly unofficial and unedited-by-anyone-but-me blurb gives you the gist of it:
Adam Taylor liked working for the Royal Flying Doctor Service. He liked helping people and saving lives, and he didn’t even mind the tiny outback town in Western Australia where he was based. If the downside was being rostered on to do the regular clinic at the Mount Keith nickel mine when you knew that your big, burly mining engineer ex-boyfriend Chris Barker would be there, well, that was hardly the fault of the RFDS. Anyway, he’d rescued people stranded down gorges and in the middle of the Gibson Desert, he could do one little clinic. He couldn’t have predicted that he’d end up fucking Chris against the clinic room door during his lunch hour, or that Chris would say he’d call, sending his hopes skyrocketing.
As for Chris, yeah, maybe he couldn’t keep away from Adam, and maybe he should have known better, but it was too late for that. If he couldn’t manage to keep it in his pants, at least he could make sure that his bigoted, narrow-minded, redneck workmates never found out about him and Adam. It wasn’t his fault that pissed Adam off; it was just the way it had to be. At least, that’s what he’d thought, until Adam got called away on an emergency. Until Adam got caught in a mine cave in and Chris thought he was dead. After that, redneck workmates and fears of being outed didn’t seem so important anymore. Chris just hoped he’d get a chance to tell Adam that.
That will probably never appear in public again, so you read it here first, folks.
In conclusion – the best possible end to a shitty day ever.
Tags: picspam, tumblr
I browse Tumblr pretty much every day. Despite that, I’m not entirely sure what the point of it is. It seems to mainly be the posting of naked pictures/porn. Which is fine by me because, hey, whatever floats your boat, and I happen to quite like porn, so it’s all good.
Anyway. My point is that I like men, I enjoy looking at pictures of good looking men and if they’re naked too, well, so much the better. There is one Tumblr blog (are they even called blogs? I have no idea) that I’ve stumbled across recently called Intangibleland which tends to post more artistic-type shots, and a fair few vintage ones. Over the last few days they’ve been posting scans from 1970s Playgirl magazines, which I have found very entertaining, because oh, the Seventies! So much hair, so many moustaches! It’s been great. But a couple of days ago they posted a picture that absolutely made my day. I think I can safely say that it’s one of the greatest pictures I have ever seen in my life.