Slantindicular

Emotions have always interested me, especially those rare and exotic feelings like nostalgia and innocent lust. Growing up I wasn't allowed to feel intensely. I had no one to teach me how to do it right. Maybe part of me has atrophied as a result, leaving me craving sensation to try and wake that part up again. When I write stories for myself it often goes down that same path, full of color and feeling to the point of exuberance. I'm hoping to post some of it here eventually. In the meantime I'll be wandering this place looking for treasures of feeling and ambiance.