This week I surpassed a thousand watchers over all the sites I'm on. I'm truly humbled and grateful to have received so much appreciation and support over the years. I wrote this sonnet as a little thank you to everyone who has made my time here such an excellent experience.



Of bodies chang'd to various forms, I sing,
as countless others have in history.
But which of them saw an erotic thing
in shifting flesh? It’s quite a mystery.

Tezuka stashed some transformation smut;
did Stein or Dhal or Ovid do the same?
Perhaps they guessed that there were others but
they knew no other souls that they could name.

And so in loneliness we’d too be cursed
if tech had not linked all humanity.
Instead our generation is the first
to test Indulging in this fantasy.

And even though our work is often quite taboo
I’m happy to be seeing yours and sharing mine with you.