Hey, Ms. Ery here!

So, what’s there to know about me? Hmm. Not a lot really. I’m a high school student who’ll be a junior when school starts back up in August.

I discovered slash at what most will probably consider a young age (13) and I would be the first to agree with you. See, I happened upon a rated M (yes, I realize that I most definitely shouldn’t have been reading that) Phantom Stallion story one day to notice that it had the warning of ‘being slash-y’; in the words of the author. I was clueless as to what that term meant and the story didn’t have much of a summary. Being the curious little kitten I was, I clicked.

I was slightly horrified by what I was reading (and it wasn’t even very detailed) but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. When I was done I promised myself I’d never read another ‘slash’ story again. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never in all my life had a problem with anything relating to homosexuality, but I was young and that was most definitely not the kind of story I was used to reading.

Several weeks passed and I couldn’t get that story out of my mind. I kept asking myself if that was normal, to keep wondering about it like I did. Finally one day my curiosity (once again) got the better of me and drove me to click on another story that warned of slash within the summary.

This one was far greater in detail.

I sat there and blushed my entire way through it!

Believe me I was no stranger to sex between a man and a woman, I read a lot after all. Never in my dreams though did I ever think what I was reading was a possibility.

Gradually my focus shifted from heterosexual stories to ones of the homosexual nature. Graphic sex between two (occasionally more) men.

I dabbled a bit with writing slash myself but it turned out horribly (see ‘Memories’ below; an early story of mine) but I couldn’t write it to save my life. I gave up on creating and just enjoyed exploring. Over the years, I have found slash so hot that, even though I thought I was over it, I darkly blushed my way through reading it.

I kept my love of slash a closely guarded secret. Fearing what my friends would say. I knew that being a yaoi-fangirl, as the term goes, was less then wrong after seeing how many there were out there. Still, I knew of none personally. Then one day my closest friend (my sister in all but blood) Prongs mentioned her cousin to me. You see, he was gay and he had told her all about the pleasures of gay sex. She was horrified that he was family but other than that she made no remarks against it.

So I screwed up my courage and told her.

She laughed at me…

Before she told me she thought it was hot too.

So there we go, I had told my secret to my sister and the world had not come to and end. I let her read some of my fics and she told me she thought they were good. Even the disastrous attempt I made at a higher rated one. Which ended up in the rubbish bin after I came across it one day a year later and was mortified by how horrible it was.

I told her of all the horrifying moments where I had been sitting in school fantasying about some of the boys in my class being together. You see, I don’t know what it used to be like in the school system but nowadays high school guys are really ‘touchy’ with other guys and this did nothing for my yaoi-infected mind.

I took a Classical Film class where we watched movies that related to the term classic in one way or another. Prongs got to hear all about my embarrassment after watching part of the second Lord of the Rings movie (since which I have found several good LotR slash fics). She patted my head sympathetically and told me she knew all about my dilemma.

Things continued on great for a while and I drifted off into the world of the more hardcore slash. Ones that involved kinks and an NC-17 rating.

Then one night Prongs and another very close friends of ours stayed the night at my house. Like most girls when they get together for a night of fun, secrets were revealed. I couldn’t bring myself to tell Mooney of my secret even as Prongs reassured me all would be fine.

Months passed and while reading some really hot phone sex fics involving Clark Kent and Lex Luthor an idea sank its teeth into me and wouldn’t let go. After a few days I relented and wrote Call Me (see below) and I was surprised at how it turned out. Prongs loved it and I, amazingly enough, did too.

Mooney came to stay for the week not but a couple days later and after she bared her soul to me in the darkness of one of the nights about all her troubles; I figured the least I could do was repay her.

Now one should know that since the night all three of us stayed together I had brought up topics to do with slash and Mooney never really gave any solid indication about whether it disgusted her or not. However, I knew she had no problem with homosexuality so I decided to take a chance.

The next night under cover of dark; I told her.

Scratch that, I was too embarrassed to tell her. I handed her my laptop and let her read the rough draft of Call Me which included two fictional characters of my own creation.

She read the whole thing.

When she was done she looked at me questioningly. “Was that your big secret?” she asked softly.

Barely able to meet her eyes, I nodded.

Mooney shook her head with a small smile tugging her lips. She leaned over and hugged me. “Silly Pads,” she said, “that’s hardly worth being a secret.”

It was that night I learned that, she too, was a yaoi-fangirl.

And, there you have it! The story of my slash-filled life. =

Oh, and to clear up any questions about the above; yes, my friends and I do go by the Marauder names. The characters fit us amazingly well. Our Petie has even betrayed us to the most evil and menacing girl within our grade level. Maybe the school. Our own personal Voldie!

Thank you for reading!

Remember to review all you read and please don’t flame me.

Ms. E