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I wanted to take a moment to introduce Nathan. He’s new to this writing stuff…
We’ve known each other for a while, and he’s been among the first to give me feedback on my own writing. This has inspired him to experiment with some writing of his own.
I’m looking forward to seeing what he comes up with, and I hope you all will give him a warm welcome and maybe some constructive feedback if you’re moved to do so.
I appreciate the opportunity and space to experiment with my new found inspiration. I hope that I can write something that will be enjoyed.
My pronouns are He/Them. My given name is Nathanial but I hate it, so I go by Nathan or Nate.
I typically stay away from social media. Messed around on Google Circles once upon a time, for those of you who remember that blip of a platform.
I’m a bit of a perfectionist in some parts of my life and a little chaotic in others. I enjoy planning and spontaneity in equal measure, but when faced with an unfamiliar experience I’d prefer to be able to plan.
I enjoy working with my hands, in dirt, construction, manual labor and I’m not naturally a creative person so this is going to be a real test. But I am trying to actively foster creativity so it will be worth it for the opportunity to grow.
A word of warning… Sarah would describe my most recent work as “Spicy”, if you’re not a fan of that kind of writing, maybe skip it. It will be tagged accordingly.
Without further adieu, here is a little taste of what kind of stuff I’ve been working on.
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“Irresistible”
The stillness of deep embracing
bodies pressing, presence that won’t be ignored.
Percussion of hearts against each other’s chests
like the flutter of birds caged behind our ribs.
I don’t want to be anyplace but here
drawn like gravity and just as impossible to resist.
~Nathan
“Desire”
I want to be me, unapologetically
to be unhinged and laugh maniacally until my sides hurt.
to be cared for as much as I care, and in the same capacity.
to share what’s left of living, and learn to make the most of it.
I want to trace my fingers over your skin mapping your shape in my mind, like a cartographer committing coastlines and celestial shapes to paper.
I want to imprint your scent in my senses, like a bloodhound dedicated to search and rescue.
I want to record you laugh in my memory, like a phonograph documenting a symphony.
And mold your embrace into my flesh, like a sculptor visually conveying an emotion too strong for words.
I want to soothe your fears and battle your demons
I want to hold your hand in defiance of judgment
I want to defend you in the face of adversity and rest with you in peace
I would kiss your scars, endlessly bathing them in devotion, in an attempt to wash away the memory of the pain that caused them.
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~Nathan
An excerpt from “Nameless”
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They slept, he on his back and she curled at his side with her head on his chest, arm around his waist and one leg entwined with his. His one arm wrapped around her, hand on the small of her back, his other hand embracing her hand on his waist.
As their sweat evaporated, she began to shiver slightly. The pillows had been lost and the blankets discarded in their frenzy. The cold did not wake her, but he sensed her physical distress and rolled onto his side wrapping his warmth around her, like a furnace.
They lay that way for a few more hours before she started to stir. By now, the sun was rising and the light was beginning to illuminate the room. He silently looked around finding the discarded blankets before moving. He delicately separated from her, getting up to retrieve the heavy, soft comforter. He gently covered her with the luxurious softness as she rolled onto her other side, then crawled back into the bed, reclaiming the spot that was still warm from his sleeping body. He scooted close to her back, wrapping the blankets around them both and his arms around her.
She felt his arms around her and his body against her back. Heat radiated from him warming her sleeping body and lifting her consciousness from sleep. She cuddled into his embrace, relishing the feeling of his arms around her body and the way the rested in just the right places.
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~Nathan