Disclaimer;

Disclaimer;

Almost all of the pictures and artworks appearing on the individual blog posts are random pictures I found while doing image searches on the internet. I do not own most of the pictures or art appearing on the posts, nor do I claim to have done them. No infringement is intended. The videos posted can be found on Youtube usually. The Written works are mine unless otherwise stated. I created this blog to show case them alone, apart from my other work, blogs, and writings... and have done so under my pen name. Also this blog site contains adult oriented material that is not suitable for most children and probably not suitable for work. furthermore this site contains some pornographic images and text.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

A Message from L. C. Bellami about what you can expect when reading his stories;


What you can expect from me as a writer. Well right away there are several things that might upset more than a few people. I say these things to warn people ahead of time. I think a lot of accepted modern grammar rules are stupid and outdated and need to be done away with. Not all of them, but there are several. Next, Just like Hollywood imagines the same actors for different roles, I get inspired by a lot of the same models, musicians, and movie stars and see them in different stories in my head. So you will see me use the same people as listed inspirations more than once most likely. I am majorly attracted to men with muscles, long hair, tattoos, and piercings so you can expect lots of me with that type of look in my books. Also and this will really irritate many people, I am a religious person. So you will see a lot of religious and spiritual themes and morals in my works. You can also expect many of the stories will include the concepts of eternal love, and insta-love. You can expect that most of my stories will involve things that can get them labeled as Romance, Erotica, Fantasy, Paranormal, and even Sci-fi. Even the stories set in the so called “real world” will have metaphysical elements to them. Again I am a very religious person. This is not meant to come off as preachy or anything, I am simply being honest about who I am and what inspires me. You can expect that my books will many times be considered easy reads lol. Also you can expect all endings to be happy. I do not write freaking tragedies. I am so sick and tired of people’s obsession with tragedies. I don’t care if they do teach great life lessons at this point. I am just tired of them and do not find them entertaining any more. I think life should reflect art not the other way around. I think Art should inform Life. I think it is the duty of art not only to teach and communicate, but to inspire, and uplift. I also think the same thing about religious services and institutions by the way. The spirits of Oppression, and depression, Sadness, and apathy have taken hold of this world and I believe that it is the duty of both art and religion to fight this darkness. Most of the time my endings are so sugary sweet they will rot teeth. I am not ashamed of this, I proudly proclaim it. Also I do not like a lot of loose ends, so you will find very little of them in my work.


Part of why I wanted to be a writer was to help provide stories to all the young queer guys out there with the stories I never got to have growing up and always wanted. I wanted the fairy tales or any story really to reflect me somehow; to have characters that resembled me. It just never happened until I was much older. I hope that somewhere out there, there are young queer guys who like spirituality and also modern day fairy tales, and that they enjoy my stories. I am very aware I am writing to a very niche Market. My stories are not going to appeal to most people. My stories have graphic and very explicit sexual scenes in them. So they are not for the faint of heart, as far as sex goes. I fully hope that my sex scenes inspire masturbatory fantasies and activities. It will shock and anger many that I can talk so freely and openly about sexual things and in the next sentence speak of religious matters. Why this shocks anyone I can’t fathom. Even the bible has an entire book of utterly graphic sexual romantic poetry. Sex and Spirituality should have never been forced so far apart way back when, but they were. I do not believe it is a good or healthy thing and my writing is in part an attempt to correct that grievous mistake. Sex is many things to many people. It is an expression of love, lust, passion, and affection for some. It is a means of healing for others. Still for some it is a way of finding connection in a world where we are far too often isolated. For many people sex is also a sacred spiritual and often a ritualistic act. Sex to me is beautiful, and sacred and should be treated as such. Why not treat it with dignity and reverence, and also humor and irreverence all at once? What sex is not, is un-spiritual or filthy. Though it can sometimes be dirty lol. Kinky fuckery is something I am all for lol. I just wish people would stop acting like it is utterly secular with no spiritual components to it what so ever. I also would like churches to stop teaching people that sex is wrong or dirty, or that two people who happen to be of the same gender are wrong or living in sin simply for whom they love. I hope that my work inspires people to look at religion, spirituality, and sexuality differently. I also hope they will just be enjoyable to read. If you don’t like my work, well the answer is simple…don’t read it. Problem solved. If anything I have mentioned here is likely to irritate of offend you…well you can put a book down at any time after all, and find something else to read. Thank you ahead of time for giving my work a chance. Blessed Be! 

Something I believe about writing;


Writing should for the most part sound like you talking and telling your story to your friends. Part of what made the classics great and turn them into classics, was that they so wonderfully embodied the time and place from which they originated. In most circumstances we do ourselves no favor when our own voices are not to truly be found in our work, somewhere. Obviously there are exceptions to every rule, but when I read a book I like to hear the author's voice and feel like I am being told a story by an old friend. Of course this is just me and my opinion. To each their own. 









Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Poem; Courage of The Honest Queer




Courage of The Honest Queer
by L. C. Bellami
written in the year of our Lord 2014


Born this Way
Born this Gai
I’m not a sin
Not led astray

I’m not a Mistake
God did not Forsake
I’m not Confused
I am not Fake

You tell your Lies
You spread your Hate
Your Wickedness will be your Fate

I am not Hiding
I won’t live a Lie
Not for you or anyone will I Lay Down and Die
I Will Stand and I will Fight
and I will always do what I think is Right
  
I am not Weak
But you Are Blind
I see your mask
On flesh you dine

You think you speak on God’s behalf
You are nothing but a talking Ass

You say you haven’t met the right woman yet
Well you haven’t had The Right Man make you wet

So go on with your ignorant games
You do not Know, you can not say
I was born this way, born this Gai
Your sin will Not lead me astray

You say I chose, but when did you
You sit un-hearing in your Sunday pew
I’m not confused, I am not You
I am who I am, despite those with no Clue 

God Made me as I am to stay
He tells me so when I do Pray
He Loves me always, even when I’m Odd
This Truth I Know beyond all facades

I Am a child of The Living God


Sunday, January 5, 2014

News...and a new playlist!

So I am pretty much done with the editing process and re-writes for my short that I intend to put online to sell. I am still waiting on my Beta-Readers to give me some feedback and for my cover artist to get back into town so we can get the cover done. I have already made a playlist, but as you have no reference to why I would choose the eclectic collection of songs to listen to for my short story it will seem very random indeed. however you can find the play list by following the link below. It is simply titled N. F. and soon enough that will be explained! lol  


Nathan's Facade Playlist  



Monday, December 2, 2013

Blood White & Rose Red ~ A Poem by L.C. Bellami





                        ~Blood White and Rose Red~


Blood White and Rose Red
Bleeding out and left for dead
She left him there in the red of the snow
The blush of the rose now an ashen foe
Rose white and skin dead
The blue twilight covering his snowy bed
My shadow falls, the killer flees
I found him there, fell to my knees
I gathered him to me, kept him safe and warm
I carried him through darkest storm
I nursed his wounds and gave him rest
His presence in my bed, the hardest test

Snow white and blood red
His skin, eyes, lips…dance through my head
Raven hair and body fine
This man was the tempting kind
Blood snow, rose white
I fight the pull with all my might
My heart is full, my feet are lead
Dangerous beauty where angels won’t tread

Rose red and blood snow
Cupid’s arrow unleashed from bow
The shot was true, the pain so sharp
The angels played on golden harps
Silver sheets in raven night
He kissed me thus ending my fight
Our love put all the shades to flight

His kiss so strong became my plight
His body around me, oh so tight

He took me to his palace high
With spires reaching to the sky
He walked me down the rose red isle
Each step seemed a lengthy mile
On my finger he placed his ring
On my head his silver crown
His kingdom we ruled side by side
In snowy lands we did not hide
In twilight shadows we made love
Finding him, a gift from up above

Rose Red and Blood White
His love my life, his heart my light

                    ~

A Poem By L.C. Bellami
Written in the year of our Lord 2013

                    ~

"Sometimes Beauty isn't only Skin-Deep"! 

So this is your basic once upon a time fairy tale poem; about an evil witch queen who wanted and daughter to pass her power on to and first bore a son… whom she passed the majority of her power to but gave him no training. So he had power and the future crown. She then bore a daughter who had only a little power but her mother did train her. The evil bitch… I mean witch, yes witch… killed her husband and then her daughter killed her. Then the sister went after her brother to kill him. She got the jump on him in the forest and stabbed him. She was about to take his power and his crown until she heard someone coming. Scared it was the royal guard she took off like the little cowardly cunt that she was. Into the story comes the hot hunky woodsman / hunter / warrior…who nursed him back to health. The two fell in love and the prince took his lover back to the kingdom and married him, and the two live happily and gai-ly ever after!

Ps. The sister was finally hunted down and all her powers stripped from her. The she became a chamber maid for a horrible family. She died alone and miserable. That is what being wicked will get you so beware! 

This poem is what the woodsman wrote about the whole damn thing after he was the royal consort to the king.

I know…I have a warped mind…and I am proud of that! hahahahahaha



Thursday, October 17, 2013

Who is Fatherless…



Who is Fatherless…
A poem of the wounded inner child who has found healing in Spirit

 by L.C. Bellami
In the year of Our Lord 2013, October 16th, 8:20 pm;



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I come from the fatherless generation
With fatherless sons
To whose feet do I fall
Into whose arms do I run
Who will teach me to be a man
Who will help me make my stand
Who carries me when life gets rough
Who shows me how to be both open and tough

I come from the fatherless generation
With fatherless sons
On whose shoulders do I ride high
Who is there to help me spread my wings to fly
Who will listen when I speak my why
Whose voice can I hear when words fail to come
Were is the father to cause me and call me to be a son

I come from the fatherless generation
With fatherless sons
Who will teach me not to run
Who will teach me the right way to fight
Who will protect me in darkest night
Who will be there for the milestones
Who will be with me so I’m not alone

I come from the fatherless generation
With fatherless sons
Who will tell me I am more than the sum
Who will make it ok to cry
Who will point out the stars in the sky
Who will always be there to catch me when I fall
Who will push me when I stall

Where is the Father I can call my own
Where is that man who should have given me home

Only God The Father to fill this void
Only His voice can cause me to be overjoyed 
Only His voice to sing me peace each night
Only His voice to wake me with dawns early light
Only His arms to catch me and carry me through

So no one is Fatherless, not me and not you









Wednesday, October 16, 2013

My First Literary Achievement; a milestone declared!

Let it be known that as of 7:30-ish this morning your truly has completed his first finished literary work! I am now beginning the editing process in the hopes of getting it published. I am so Excited, Thrilled, Ecstatic, Luminous, and Incandescent right now!!! It feels really good to have one of my stories completed, because all of the others are works in progress. I feel Full, and Blessed, and Very Very Thankful! Today is a good day to be Alive!