He is not a real artist… Because he’s my lover. *Blush*

So I was having a conversation about “being an artist” on FetLife. Nice guy. We agreed that to “be an artist,” you have to kinda live for art. You have to Be It. Otherwise, you’re a person who makes art at times.

So JD in my head sort of gasps. “I’m not a real artist.” He understood the whole conversation, he got it… He is an artist, but I’ve always felt there’s something off. He’s argued it with me, but I’ve said he pretends, performs the role of an artist, but isn’t really. He’s always been offended by me saying so. Now, all of a sudden, he agreed. “I’m not an artist.”

I asked: “Then what are you?”

He goes silent for a fair while… and replies: “I am your lover. I live to love you.”

Maaaaaaan! *faints*

I just wish I could have him in the physical realm, too.

I think he just figured out how to be both. ;p

I am the lover of men, kings, and gods, the patron saint of the masculine. I am also a writer. I write about men, kings, and gods, and my love of the masculine. I am also his lover. I write about him.

P.K. says he’s got some catching up to do. Starling Anecdote figures he’s beat. 😀 N.B. says he’s not beat because… he’s… He has always played for me, even if he didn’t know it… And I know he has.

When men like that compete over who is best at loving you…