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I wasn't going to do this, but better safe than sorry. So, here's
the "gateway" site, such as it is; go past this page at your own risk.
Read the next paragraph, make an informed decision, and pick a place
to go.
The stuff I talk about, and write about, and rant about, is slash.
Slash is for grown-ups who don't mind -- who even enjoy -- the thought
of media chararacters who have the same plumbing being involved in romantic
and/or sexual (or sexually charged) relationships with one another.
Me, I like male/male pairings, so that's what I deal with here.
If you can't deal with it, or you're under the age of majority in your
city/state/country, please go somewhere else. This
is a nice place, give it a try. If you deliberately read any further
or hit any link other than the one in the previous sentence, don't complain
to me (or my ISP) if you find your moral sensibilities offended.
If you are intrigued but confused about why someone would like this
slash stuff, what the appeal is, my best advice is to read a poem. Specifically,
read The Thousandth Man by Rudyard Kipling;
that poem is the very essence of what slash is about. It's about
a relationship between two men that is stronger than anything else in
the world, a relationship that takes priority over everything else.
In slash, that relationship is pushed past every boundary, including
sexual. Done right, it's intense and moving and beautiful.
And hot. <g>
If you're still here, you probably want to see the rest of these
pages, huh?
Right! Onward...
(note: by clicking on this link you are declaring yourself to be over
the age of majority in your particular geopolitical area, and voluntarily
exposing yourself to the contents. Yes, I know it's overkill
to keep saying that, but at least no one can say they weren't warned.)
If you want to link to my stuff, please link to this page; it's the
only one that's guaranteed not to go anywhere if I rearrange things.
*A "propylaeum" is a vestibule, or entryway
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This page last updated July 8, 2001
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