The only thing I love more than writing about myself is having others do it for me.
I met Riley Murphy in 2012 when I interviewed her about the nature of romance novels. The BDSM author was so impressed by my questions, or possibly by the flamboyantly awesome photos of me she Googled after our conversation, that she emailed me days later asking if she could insert part of our conversation into the book she was writing: Stare Me Down.
I gave Murphy permission to use my name like it was her proverbial slave boy. She could have my character's skin get turned inside out by a psycho killer, make me a multi-talented cross-dresser, or turn me into a serial-masturbator/lama herdsman with a philosopher's heart. Obviously I secretly hoped Murphy would rewrite her entire book, making her protagonist fall for the acclaimed sex writer and all around love-muffin of masculinity, Shawn Alff. (I have high hopes for myself, or at least the fictional version of myself.)
This article appears in May 23-29, 2013.