I’m so very excited to have with me here
this week, Yaoi/ Fiction Authors, Katsura and Yuramei. I am a huge fan of the
works you two have produced together and of Yuramei’s spectacular illustrations. Thank you for
joining me this week.
Katsura: Crazy, compulsive and weird. That would
be me on a personal level.
Yuramei: Crazy, contrary, weird…
PLEASE ORGANIZE THESE WORDS, PLACING THE
MOST IMPORTANT TO YOU FIRST AND BRIEFLY EXPLAIN YOUR REASON. Family-Writing-Sex-Music-Friends-Animals-Love-Sports_Children
Katsura: Family, Friends, Writing...big gap then
all the rest in a heap, minus sport which I do not care a jot about. Also I'm
including children in the word family. I have a daughter and she's the most
important thing in my life but I don't want to give the impression that having
children was a priority for me. It happened and I love her. I'm fine with
people who choose not to have children for whatever reason.
Yuramei: Cigarettes, coffee, booze...more
booze...
Katsura: Aw, why did I forget bubble wine! That comes after
writing...
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WRITING?
Katsura: I'm pretty sure if I had a pen when I
was an embryo I would have been writing something. I have always loved writing
and even as a small child I made little books and wrote stories.
Yuramei: I’ve been drawing since around eleven
with some breaks and writing since about fourteen.
WHAT ARE YOU WORKING ON RIGHT NOW?
NOW AVAILABLE!! |
Yuramei: Beside working on the illustrations for the Big Deal prequel, I’m working on the script for The Devil’s Golden Boy, a manga / prose crossover, which also will be released by Seishin Ink. The story will be a little more like the typical yaoi / shonen ai, but still with plenty dark and ‘underworld-ish’ elements! Katsura will be doing the prose for this and is the creative and editorial input for the script.
WHICH CHARACTER IN YOUR BOOK(S) DO YOU
IDENTIFY WITH, AND WHY?
Katsura: I'm going to have to say Judas
MacGregor. He's a jerk sometimes but has a strong sense of social justice. We
share the same political views but I'm in no way as much of a gigolo as he is.
But he and I would probably laugh a lot together. I'm also a bit like Rook,
from Stumbledirt. I refuse to live in the real world and resist all attempts to
make me. Yuramei: Probably Jeong, refusing to grow up.
SHARE THE NAMES OF A FEW AUTHORS WHO
INSPIRE YOU.
Katsura: Joe Orton, Edgar Allan Poe and Oscar
Wilde.
Yuramei: As for writers / artists TogaQ and
Yamane Ayano
SHARE THE MUSIC/MUSICIANS THAT YOU LIKE
AND HOW THEY ADD TO YOUR LIFE OR WRITING?
Katsura: I love the Happy Mondays. The coarse and
raw feel of their songs really help me when I’m writing gritty scenes. Bring
a Friend and Stinkin’ Thinkin’ are two of their songs which I listen
to a lot for inspiration.
Yuramei: Psht…she secretly likes Korean boy bands
really. While drawing / writing I prefer the Epic genre, the kind from movie or
video game soundtracks. It’s very good to establish a mood.
Katsura: Eh, who's the one who sends all the
YouTube links to BigBang? Yuramei: That’s research!
IF YOU WEREN’T A WRITER, WHAT OTHER
CAREER WOULD YOU CHOSE?
Katsura: Well I studied genetics and archaeology
at university in the hope to be a forensic scientist. Aside from that, I sing a
lot and would perhaps have gone into something musical. But in all honesty,
writing is what I care about most.
ENJOY THESE EXCERPTS FROM KATSURA AND YURAMEI'S LATEST WIP'S
Big
Deal prequel: A Kiss for Judas NOW AVAILABLE
Remarkably, the TV was off. Judas glanced
around at the empty sitting room then headed for the bathroom. As soon as he’d
opened the door, the speculation he was about to indulge in concerning Vinny’s
whereabouts ended before it begun.
He was in the shower. The curtain-less, black
and chrome electric effort which had been fitted over the bathtub.
Water cascaded down the tanned and
perfect skin of Vinny’s back. His ass was about as faultless as an ass could
be. The beautiful mounds were graced with privileged droplets of water.
Fortunate beads, fresh from Loch Katrine, sent to cleanse a boy who truly
looked to have dropped straight down from heaven.
Judas stared.
Shampoo, lathered up, frothy and white,
streamed down from Vinny’s fingers, tangled through his hair as he washed. This
too slid down his back, appearing briefly as wings which had fallen off to keep
an angel earthbound.
Vinny’s hair flattened against his neck
as he stepped fully under the spray from the shower head.
No! Lather, rinse and repeat! Read the
fucking label!
Anguish was something Judas had little
experience of until this moment. He stood with his hard-on almost tearing a
hole in his shorts faced with the sexiest vision his eyes had ever been
fortunate enough to see.
The sound of the water ceased. Vinny
turned and reached for a towel, first rubbing it roughly over his face, then
his hair, still completely unaware that he was being watched. When he finally
did realise, his green eyes widened and his lips parted a fraction.
Judas brought his hands swiftly to his groin.
Was his cock setting up its own camp site? Another tent designed not for
shelter, but to torment Judas and his lack of a sexual partner.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, “should have
knocked.”
“Don’t be silly.” Vinny stepped over the
side of the bath and out of the shower where he continued to dry himself,
appearing totally unconcerned that he was naked in Judas’s presence.
Folk used to be like that at school, in
the showers after sports class. Nakedness seemed to bring no feeling of shame.
If any of the guys did act in an at all self-conscious way, they were
treated with abominable cruelty by the rest of their classmates. For boys of
that age to feel attracted to each other was probably a natural thing, but
sporting a stiffy in the showers was also something which attracted a certain
amount of victimisation. In all honesty, Judas didn’t recall feeling aroused by
the other guys in his year. He did get the odd boner in the changing rooms, but
usually because a lot of porn was shared at those particular times. Obviously
no one picked on him for this. He was Judas MacGregor.
Vinny dried off in the casual way some
guys do and Judas wanted nothing more than to take him back under the fresh
spray and fuck him ‘til the Loch ran dry.
The towel in Vinny’s hand, that metre or
so of lucky terry cloth, was brushed over an abdomen so tight it begged to be
kissed, then lower to his genitals. Judas’s mind flooded with the ways he’d
love to entertain that particularly stunning example of wedding tackle.
Being addicted to sex was an utterly crap
state of being sometimes. He was well aware that his lust must have made him
look doped to the eyeballs and Vinny’s concerned expression confirmed this.
“You better sit down, Jude. You look a bit woozy. I’ll get you a coffee.”
Pity
the Living
Masami got up from the sofa and readied
his camera to take the picture. He noticed that when he’d used the word fans,
Toshita's eyes had lit up.
"I don't know..." Toshita
trailed his fingers down his shirt front as he undid a few buttons. "Something
like this?" With little effort at all, it seemed, he lowered his chin and
gazed up at the camera in what could only be described as a smouldering
fashion.
Masami fought a gasp as he captured the
image. Did Toshita know that one nipple was visible through the open, white,
crisp cotton? Perhaps not but the sight was an alluring one.
"Breathtaking," he murmured, then turned the screen to show Toshita.
Toshita shrugged. "Ugh. It will do.
But it could be better. My nose looks huge."
"Your nose, like all of the rest of
you, is perfect." Masami lowered the camera to his side. No need for
further pictures so he let his eyes feast on the splendid vision unhindered.
Toshita smiled. He reached out and
grasped Masami's wrist. "You deserve a reward."
Was it too much to hope that the reward
involved a kiss? Maybe even a few of them? Masami obediently took his place
again on the sofa next to Toshita. When Toshita brought his face close, it was
clear that some lip action was definitely on the cards. Masami closed his eyes
and held his breath. Inevitably, their lips met and the tender embrace of their
mouths began.
Could anything match the feeling of
kissing Toshita? Masami doubted it. If tongues could talk, which they could,
but if they could express their own feelings, Masami's would babble volumes
dedicated to its couplings with Toshita's tongue. Of how they made love
together in the shared space between two eager mouths.
If his fingers had a similar independent
voice, each one would cry out their need to caress Toshita's skin. The
smoothness beneath the shirt, which looked so immaculate in the picture Masami
had taken. To appease the clamour of their desires, he rubbed the fabric gently
and gloried in the sensation, then slipped his hand underneath to the contours of
Toshita's ribs.
Toshita lay back. Masami found himself on
top of him and the control of his thoughts was given over to the lust within.
WHERE CAN WE FIND YOU ON THE INTERNET?
WHERE CAN WE FIND YOU ON THE INTERNET?
Katsura: Together and for Big Deal we have our website www.bigdealcomic.com and facebook www.facebook.com/bigdealcomic/ . For twitter fans we are @bigdealcomic .
Personally, I am @tabathathorn on twitter and I started a tumblr account too http://judasmacgregor.tumblr.com/
Yuramei: My twitter is @yuramei and my tumblr yuramei.tumblr.com
Thanks so much for coming by, it's been a blast. : )
Thanks so much for coming by, it's been a blast. : )
No comments:
Post a Comment