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Dear Andrej,
when reading one of your stories (e.g. I, the president's son), I am completely caught up in the story.
Here's what I find so far:
- I love reading your stories set in a historical context, or outside the USA. Most of the writers on Nifty seem to think only the US exists, and it is really refreshing so see someone like yourself adding this extra dimension. More writers should do that.
- As I am rather interested by history, it's interesting to see you use those historical contexts. They keep reminding me as a reader that love between men is of all ages. Although I've been doing quite some extensive reading about homosexuality through the ages, it is beautiful to see some day-to-day stories (about real life characters) unfold in this otherwise historical-scientific framework.
- Finally, it's a real thrill to the mind to read some real stories, not just descriptions of two or more guys going at it in all imaginable situations with a hint of a story woven around it. You take the time to explain the characters, their feelings, their background and their psychology. That's what I appreciate in a story. Good work! Absolutely!
Thanks so far and talk to you soon,
Warm regards,
Gunter
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Thursday, 20 July 2004 |
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Andrej,
Infamous Trade! It is another Great tale of yours.
I have Enjoyed your Beautiful tales for years. Ever since I hooked up to the internet & found your first stories on Nifty I have loved them. I then discovered your web site & began my liking & respecting you as a man not just an Authour. I have so much respect & admiration for you.
I was So happy to read about you & Matt falling in love. I pray & wish, you both, True Happiness Forever!
You have 112 stories. 76 are not translated into English yet. I have read all 36 translated into English more than once. I can't wait until more of the 76 are translated.
Each of your Beautiful adventures has taught me something valuable.
My favourite is Italian Brothers 1 The Corporal. The love between Enzo & Ruggiero is just full of such passion, devotion, loyalty, innocence, humility, strength & weakness. I have read this Love story 5 times.
I have other favourites as well.
I love Chipi, Dear Eugenio, I, The President's Son, King of Sitges, 7 Brothers For Mel Baxter, Snot Boy & We Are Presumed To Be Enemies.
In Snot Boy & Chipi I love the role or power reversal of the two main characters. I just love that it doesn't affect there love for each other.
I think we all dream & long for True Love & I had that for 15 years. Your romances touch my heart & soul.
I know that your writings have been translated by a number of different people & now Matt. If I may be so bold as to mention that you always had them translated with that certain amount of "broken English." This adds a foreign & allusive quality to your romantic adventures. For me, a Canadian, it enhances the romance.
Your web page is Absolutely Fantastic. I now visit the Hunger Site everyday to in my small way help. I found that while exploring your web site.
While trying to bring an end to my email, to you before I bore you, maybe my Favourite tale is you & Matt finding each other. That is ironic but maybe your true life romance & meeting of two souls is the Best.
Thank you Andrej for Many & Many hours of Learning & Enjoyment. I will continue reading your stories new & old. You are a Bright light in my life.
Now you & Matt are also a Bright light in my life.
Ciao.
Gary
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Tuesday, 4 July 2000 |
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Dear Andrej:
When I first read The Corporal, my heart and my soul were captured by the sheer romantic power of your narrative. As I sat at my computer I wept and I laughed as your tale wrapped its warm arms around my own wounded heart and squeezed it with the love of your own spirit, a creative spirit which can only find its nativity in the soul of one who has lived the pain and the joys depicted in your tale. Having been an executive in "religious Christian" publishing for 16 years, the skill with which you practice your craft shook me to the root of my very being. You know your audience well; its needs, its passions, its fears. You not only took us to live and love in a time and place beyond ourselves, but caused us to reexamine those loves and fears which we all harbor deep within us.
Then, when I read The President's Son, your pen touched my heart even deeper. Many years ago I simultaneously played the roles of both you and your father as I tried to deny myself and my own identity. The loneliness I felt as a gay youth deep in denial, but desperately in love and lust with most of my male friends, as I still claimed in my heart that I was the same as everyone else around me. That I was the perfect example of a well bread youth, intent on working in the church for the betterment of mankind. Then, getting married, I succeeded in betraying myself for some abstract ideals, as I moved to ** to accept a position in religious publishing. There I finally came to discover that who I was could never be changed, I was a lover of life in all of its beauty, especially men. The life of denial and deceit slowly came to an agonizing halt, eventually leading to my own exile to the insignificant town of ***, ostracized from my church, divorced from my wife and estranged from my children. I was left totally devoid of a true personal identity which I could cling to and say to the world, "I am Me."
This last two years I have wasted away as I dutifully mourned my own death. Finally I have reached that point in my journey, while reading your life's story, where I have begun to debate openly with myself, asking if I should accept my own spiritual death and allow my metamorphic rebirth in another county, culture or beautiful pair of loving arms.
Yes, Andrej, your life's panorama has affected me deeply. Although the embassy parties I attended were small, and the intrigues of spying and betrayal within the church were minor, I too, found myself wondering from continent to continent in my own desperate search for freedom. I can only pray that, using your life as an example I shall soon gain the courage to relocate to either Thailand, China, Ghana or some other distant land where a support group is waiting for me, begging me to reclaim my life and end this painful exile. In the doing, reach out to find a courageous man who would allow me to truly love him. The last two years have left me with only occasional contacts with my family, and one friend back home at the university. All keeping themselves at a safe arms length, just in case they prove unable to persuade me to renounce my gay identity.
Life is now passing me by as I slowly recover from the many years of playing the role your father as I tried to deny myself before God, church, family and finally myself.
Thank you, Andrej, for reawakening in me the hope that all of us must hold close to our breasts in order to survive the cruel and hostile civilization in which we find ourselves. Thank you for blowing the sweet perfume of love's eternal roses across my soul once again.
I anxiously await your other stories as they are translated into English.
Yours affectionate reader,
Paul
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Saturday, 4 March 2000 |
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Andrej,
In the past week or so, I finished reading "Males House", "I, The President's Son", and "Happy Christmas, Neil and Norman", and I am now in the middle of "Chipi". All these stories are so wonderful, and are written in completely different styles, so each time I read a story I get a totally new and fresh perspective of the unchanging fundamental theme of love.
"Males House" makes me dream, as I am married and have a little boy. I am so happy that everything worked out for Fiore and Daniele.
Then there is the incredibly beautiful love story between "Neil and Norman", one is older, and the other is perhaps straight. Yet their almost impossible love survived everything and grew even more beautiful with age. It filled my heart with such tender and warm feelings. I can actually feel their love and happiness when I close my eyes. It also made me dream.
In the "President's Son", every trouble that Dave went through touched me in a very deep way. In a sense, perhaps I too am not able to live in a way that I really wanted, yet life goes on. Even when I closed the story, the tears on my cheeks are not dry. I can still remember the last sentence of the story, I can almost recite it "Life flows just once, unrepeatable. So we can just live it, day after day, with all the joys and the pains it presents to us, waiting for tomorrow." I know I do not need to say anything more, because everything is right there in that sentence.
With a strong tight hug and a kiss...
Love,
Matthew
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Thursday, 24 February 2000 |
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My Dearest Andrej:
I have just finished reading "I, The President's Son" and was enraptured by it as I have been with all of your stories. Of course I didn't like the sad ending, but, as in life, all does not end on a happy note.
I am now going to read "Chipi" and, someday, I hope to get back to reading "Too Many Shoes" which I started when my printer malfunctioned. I cannot read all of these stories from the computer screen as my eyes don't focus too well either.
Your loving friend,
Ed
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Sunday, 23 January 2000 |
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Hello, my name is Carlos, and I too suffer something kind of similar to that which happened to Dave in "I. the President's Son" when he was young. Well, I'm not the son of anyone important, and am not watched constantly, but am alone. I am 16 years old, and fully aware that I am gay, but the problem is that I haven't come out of the closet and for one important reason. My father is masculine, self-absorbed, macho Mexican man who is totally disgusted and revolted by gay's or gay things. I know if I ever told him I would be immediately thrown out of the house and would no longer be his son.
I read through your story with a handkerchief in hand and a teary eye, for in Dave I saw myself somehow with the courage I fear I will never have. I wish that like Dave I was courageous and daring and wild, but I am not. I cannot be that way, it's not in me to be like that and above all I wish I could feel that intense feeling that love can bring to your heart, for I know love not, and I wish that someday I will.
Well, I hope I am not boring you and please forgive me for being so silly and foolish as to write this letter and uselessly waste your time. I really enjoyed your story and hope like me, everyone else who reads it does too.
Sincerely,
Carlos
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Monday, 17 January 2000 |
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Andre,
Your beautiful and tragic story The President's Son brought tears to my eyes on more than one occasion. I can truly understand your closing thoughts regarding the fact that, even knowing the torture and eventual outcome, the beauty that Dave shared with his Khaled would lead him to revive it all, just as it occurred. Certainly under different circumstance, I too lived a life beyond dreams, only to have it suddenly, tragically and very painfully grasped away from me. And, I too would gladly suffer the pain again in order to experience it's beauty.
Dave lost his Khaled 10 years before. I lost my partner 15 years ago. I didn't deal with it very successfully for a number of years, relapsing into clinical depression after 7 years. Since then, I am living day-to-day, not expecting or hoping to ever find another relationship as deep and meaningful and beautiful as before. Yet, I realize that this is not the answer.
My heart goes out to you. I wish you the very best. And, thank you so very much for sharing your story with us.
Go in peace,
Tim
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