In a world where video is accessible from your mobile phone and millions of photos and graphics are clickable everywhere, it makes one wonder what will be the future of text. The moment between desire and gratification seems to be collapsing exponentially. Text requires a little patience, at least a little investment of time. Will there be a place for text, literature, erotica, poetry in the unfolding future?
I hope so. My own gay wrestling fiction, Producer’s Ring, is fun to write, and my hope is that it might be fun to read for others as well. The celebrity wrestling fiction by Savage, Arena Island Celebrity Wrestling, is also great, sexy fun (take note that new material has migrated to Yahoo… check out the public portal Rants, Roids & Wrestling for directions). And speaking of ranting and roiding, Rants and Roids blogger Erik writes a couple fiction blogs, of which I’m getting a kick out of The Snow Boy (have I mentioned I love the Scandinavians?). I hope that there will always be people like me that find some of the most erotic experiences are found in the texts that spark the imagination, transport us into new possibilities, and draw us into the erotic act of reading.
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