patnelsonchilds

My name is Pat Nelson Childs. I'm a sci-fi & fantasy novelist and publisher, with two books out and a third on the way (hopefully this fall). My books all feature gay protagonists. I stay up nights and sleep days, and am always online. Other contact info available if we click. If you need financial support, try Clive Barker, cuz I'm not rich and famous yet. The best I can offer you is my bed and half of my Big Mac (or my fries if you're a vegetarian).

Here's my website: The Chronicles of Firma. Check it out.

Along with Owen Tate and the other members of PJNY.org, I'll be working to put several projects together in the next year or so, so as much as I like to get laid, what I'm mostly doing on these sites is networking. Soon I'll be starting to collect info for a talent pool database, but that's a little ways down the road. Right now we're just getting our dicks...er, our feet wet. Feel free to visit the sites to see what's going on though, or message me and I'll do my best to get back with you quickly.

On the more personal front, I'm an intelligent, romantic, thoughtful and dark-humored guy, with mad skills & my heart pinned fashionably to my sleeve. I get along better with younger guys, 18 to 28, give or take, but if you're 35, look 25 and boink like 19, we may click. If you absolutely must know how old I am, maybe I'll tell you if you ask me real nicely after sex...maybe. Mentally, I'm perpetually 22, just with a lot more experience. I'm not hooked on one particular kind of guy, but I guess I like nerds, goth, emo boys, twinks. Preppies are kind of hot too. Bulging muscles don't especially turn me on, though they don't really turn me off either. I take people as they come, and a big brain gets me hotter than a big dick any day of the week (though if you have both, I won't ask you to give one of them up).

Being friends is fine. Sex is always fun. A bf is my goal eventually, but I may test-drive a couple before I drive one off the lot. Hate mind games and anonymous1-offs. I am poz, and I play safe, because I do not want to give this "gift" to anyone else. It's so fabulous that I intend to keep it all to myself.

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A few words on my HIV status, please: If it freaks you out... whatev, but at least I have the balls to tell you the truth about it. There's tons of poz guys out there lying their asses off, some of them young and cute and happy to bareback with you. As for me, I can tell you right now, I'm never gonna be the guy that whispers into your sweaty little ear "Come on, baby. We're both clean. We don't need this thing." just when he's got you all hot & ready for it. I'm the good guy; They're the a**holes. Not sayin you have to date me, but at least considering it would be nice, AND A FEW PROPS FOR VOLUNTARILY TELLING THE TRUTH SO THAT YOU ALL CAN ASK ME SH*T, AND I CAN REASSURE YOU THAT THERE'S STILL LIFE AFTER HIV WOULD ALSO BE APPRECIATED!
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Returning to the more mellow me, I prefer chillin' at home with beer, a boy and an anime or a movie on my projector screen (I built it myself, and it kicks butt). If that sounds like fun to you, and you're at least of legal voting age, there's a place right by me on the couch. Intercourse is optional, but I do like it. I am a male, after all. I don't go out to bars that often these days unless I'm on vacay. The beer's too expensive and the entertainment's too lame.

Questions? Ask. Love my books? Love to hear it. Think I'm hot? Go for me. I'm not stuck up, just kind of shy (okay, pathetically shy). If you're not a total jerk, I'll probably like you. I like everybody until they f*ck me over, so don't okay?

Hit me up. I'm a nice guy, and I know the difference between fans, friends, f*ckbuddies, and (sh*t what's a word for husband that begins with F?), so you don't need to be afraid of me. If I add you as a friend, it's because I find you interesting, or think you might be interested in working with us, not because I'm boning over your pics. I might be, but that's incidental.

Finally, if you want to see me naked, just go about it the gentlemanly way: get me piss drunk, carry me home and rip my clothes off.