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Welcome
to a tribute. Welcome to a love story. This love was like none other in my life
before or since, and though much of it has been written already, there
was still more to be said on the intimacies that passed between myself
and Nicolas before that fateful night when I was taken out of his arms,
and into another life altogether. The story written here is not intended for all to read. It is very mature in content as it deserves to be told, and there are several reasons why immature eyes should not come upon the content. Consider (this) my brief disclaimer and notice to you, the reader or anyone else who may thusly have concern or claim on the matter. This website is rated with ICRA for the degree of content. It is then the responsibility of parents and any other such supervisors to enable content rating on their computers. Not knowing how to enable such methods is not and will not be the an excuse toward responsibility of this site in any way. This is a tale that was not told to the public because I believe the public on the whole cannot fully respect what passed between Nicolas and I, nor can they at some points fathom the intensity. Of course most would argue that point, but I reserve the right to my opinion. So why put it here now? Well, for one thing, look who's doing the talking here. I am notorious for doing things in my own way, in my own time, and this is no exception. Perhaps I am longing for Nicolas, or my Immortal children and family in general. That would be part of the cause, yes - but there's more as you might expect. So
here then, find the sensual pleasures we shared for all to brief a time.
Among what regrets I may have when it comes to Nicolas, that which I've
tried to recapture here in print is not counted among them. The artwork
you see was brought to my attention, and is used by permission from the artists
While I'm sure many of you will be able to distinguish
which actors faces were used in the digital portrait and argue that I
must surely not look like him, or perhaps that Nicolas doesn't resemble
the handsomely rendered young man. Who am I to argue? There are differences
of course, but this is one of the best examples of such manipulation that
I've seen, so actors and resemblances aside, I wanted to use the piece.
As of December 2005, the last chapter in this written work is complete. Though I do hope you'll enjoy it in total, I want you to understand that it was more than anything, a cathartic experience for me. As always, should you the readers have comments, you're welcome to drop me a line - I'll look forward to what you might have to say.
If you are wishing by now that I'd stop my typing and let you get on to reading the chapters, I will, in just a minute. I've decided to amend my plans for this page. I'm not foolish enough to think that I can prevent people from seeing what's here if they're determined to do it no matter what. After all, how much viciousness have I or anyone had to witness born by the marvelous tool known as copy and paste, when what was said or written was done so in confidence? So too would it be with these words. If I allowed someone and not another, it would turn into a contest of favorites that would only further fuel the behaviors I detest. Along with that, surely someone would become "the source" and copy and paste my words into a file, then distribute them to whomever. Oh I'm not saying you in particular, of course YOU wouldn't do that - but some other YOU would, I'm sure.
So what to do hm? This is not exactly something I'm comfortable spreading
all over cyberspace, if only because to me, this isn't "Oh my God,
did you read what they DID?!" - It's heart, and soul, and love, and
a literal picture of my life so long ago. Respect that. Don't give the
file to your pals and chat over it behind closed doors. Keep it as I do,
quiet and warm. If I learn otherwise, to say the least, I won't be happy. |