Tales by the pond

[GuyByThePond]

*taking the upper part of my nose and sighing heavily*
There was Cath. Now Mail. There fades my hope for this place to be peaceful.

*smiling a broad grin*
Thank you for your kind words ML. And thank you for the translation Cath, even if I wonder who is this Ivan. I'm no Russian tsar. The name's Ian.

And to soothe your cute heads : let's say I'm trying myself at something you could call erotic autofiction (*). All these stories never happened, except in my not so beautiful head. True, inspiration comes from people I've met in the MnF world, but writing this stuff is just a way for me to funnel dark, destructive energies that could hurt me and people I love IRL otherwise, hopefully creating something that has aesthetic value...

(*) A note from MrWiKi.
End of the 90's/Begining of the 00's. The apex of literary hype in France is:

• at my left, autofiction, with C. Angot, F. Beigbeder and G. Dustan as flagships
  
• at my right, the "EC" gang, writers capturing both the spirit of the ending millenium/the one to come : G. Dantec, C. Houellebecq and V. Ravalec
  

I loved the works of the EC gang, much less the autofiction stuff, even if people keep telling me I've got a Beigbeder thingy.
Except Nicolas Pages from G. Dustan.
This one really touched me, probably because the story had a real echo.
Dustan commited suicide in 2005, after stopping his literary activity to go back being a judge. At times, I think he did that because he never reconciled his 2 sides.