About R V Raiment:
From the time that I was born, perhaps before the dawn of time, and
abandoned by the Mother Ship somewhere in England to be raised
as a human being, writing has always seemed to be my pathway
home, the means by which I chart my course to a different, better,
happier world.
Mine has sometimes been an odd course – the course of an
inebriate, trying to find their way back to an obscure hotel in an
unknown town and after midnight, in the dark. I have tried many
things, have learned – I hope – many things, and have much more
yet to learn. I have stumbled and fallen, taken bruises.
Since my childhood other people’s stories and images have
provided me with my greatest hopes, my best companions, my
brightest illuminations, my heroes, my longest laughs and warmest
smiles and tears. When things were at their darkest, stories and
art, and their creators, were my friends. I write my own stories and
produce my own images now in the hope that I may continue,
however modestly, that great tradition, wanting to touch lives I
cannot see and can only imagine.
If I succeed I will make you laugh, or smile, or shed a tear, and
because I love sex so I hope I will stir you, moisten you, too. And if I
succeed, even unknowing, I will become what I most want to
become, your friend, someone you turn to from time to time, when
need arises.
Nothing else matters.
R V Raiment
abandoned by the Mother Ship somewhere in England to be raised
as a human being, writing has always seemed to be my pathway
home, the means by which I chart my course to a different, better,
happier world.
Mine has sometimes been an odd course – the course of an
inebriate, trying to find their way back to an obscure hotel in an
unknown town and after midnight, in the dark. I have tried many
things, have learned – I hope – many things, and have much more
yet to learn. I have stumbled and fallen, taken bruises.
Since my childhood other people’s stories and images have
provided me with my greatest hopes, my best companions, my
brightest illuminations, my heroes, my longest laughs and warmest
smiles and tears. When things were at their darkest, stories and
art, and their creators, were my friends. I write my own stories and
produce my own images now in the hope that I may continue,
however modestly, that great tradition, wanting to touch lives I
cannot see and can only imagine.
If I succeed I will make you laugh, or smile, or shed a tear, and
because I love sex so I hope I will stir you, moisten you, too. And if I
succeed, even unknowing, I will become what I most want to
become, your friend, someone you turn to from time to time, when
need arises.
Nothing else matters.
R V Raiment
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