Saint St.James
Bio
Saint St.James is a 36 year old human currently based in the Dallas, Texas area, though they were born elsewhere. Saint also enjoys creative writing, essay writing, fiction writing . . . writing in general.
Stories (13/0)
Ode to the Guy Who Stocks the Condom Machines in Sleazy Gas Station Bathrooms.
Ode to the guy who stocks the condom machines in sleazy gas station bathrooms. A friend to all men, to call him a hero would be apropos. Imagine the legions unborn saved from cold and starvation, Imagine the battalion of men avoiding masturbation.
By Saint St.James2 years ago in Poets
The Mimei
I was just a boy when the Mimei arrived in their hot, metallic-pink ships. It was autumn, I remember that, when every TV in the world had crackled to life and Lucille Ball had appeared on screen in all her black-and-white splendor and announced to the world that the Mimei had come to Earth to bring us a new era of peace, friendship, and prosperity.
By Saint St.James3 years ago in Fiction
Best Served Cold
I opened my eyes. The wind was so cold that it stung. It was a full blown blizzard out here, wherever here was. I trembled uncontrollably. I held my arms close to my body and tried rubbing them to give me warmth, but this only offered the most temporary of comforts.
By Saint St.James3 years ago in Fiction
One Wrong Turn
Today is the day! I was getting ready for the picnic. I reviewed the directions that had been provided to me by my love. Seemed like a strange place for a picnic but he’d led me on some amazing adventures already, so I trusted his intuition. I was not an innately trusting person.
By Saint St.James3 years ago in Fiction
The Iron Bull
Earth Angel by The Penguins was playing on the radio. It was the perfect song for my picnic preparations. I was going to propose to her today and I needed everything to be perfect. I’d made her favorite sandwich, roast beef on pumpernickel with just a dollop of brown mustard and a bunch of havarti cheese. I had an assortment of crudité prepared, all of her favorite vegetables and fruits: cherry tomatoes, bell peppers, radish, strawberries, pomegranate.
By Saint St.James3 years ago in Fiction
The Field Where They Found Him
The pictures were utterly idyllic and equally terrifying. A meadow of yellow marigolds that stretched out nearly to the limits of vision. There was a plaid picnic blanket that was laid out very neatly, a picnic basket. Just to the left of the basket stood two empty champagne flutes that had been set out but never used. Just to the left of the flutes was the still corked bottle of 'Veuve Clicquot Yellow Label Brut'. Just to the left of the undisturbed bottle was my uncle's body.
By Saint St.James3 years ago in Fiction
The Package on the Table
Dinner with my young protégé had gone about as well as I had expected it to go. The fool girl is meddling in forces that she does not fully comprehend. In any event, things are proceeding as has been prophesied. I watched her sporty coup drive away, she rounded a corner and was gone.
By Saint St.James3 years ago in Fiction
Dinner and Diary
The sound of breaking glass woke me from my thoughts. A waiter in the busy restaurant had just dropped an entire tray of assorted flatware onto the ornately tiled floor. Someone nearby laughed and clapped their hands in a display of sardonic schadenfreude.
By Saint St.James3 years ago in Fiction
The Raven & The Swan
I have been different my entire life. Of Cajun ancestry, I am the result of a few hundred years of French hedonism. I am not quite white but not quite black either, and people don’t like being unable to label your race. I was the kid that everyone else picked on; add to that equation that I was also a fast learner and a bit of the teacher's pet. I was, then, the school pariah.
By Saint St.James3 years ago in Motivation
On the Merits of Being Out
This essay was previously published on the website Leatherati in 2015. I wrote it and hold all rights to the content. On November 1st, 2015, Mr. Hardy Haberman presented his keynote address, “Welcome to the War on Sex,” at Leather Fiesta, an annual celebratory and educational event for kinksters, held in Albuquerque, New Mexico. In his powerful speech, Hardy claimed that now that the LGBT Rights campaign has been essentially won, those who fight us have moved on to the Transgender community as their next target. Our enemies’ goal? To instill fear into the hearts and minds of the American public. When they lose this battle, for they will lose this fight too, who will be next? Hardy predicts, and I agree with his assessment, that the next fight will be against leather folk, kinksters, and BDsM in general. With varied communities under our header, ranging from leather-clad gay men to dykes who ride on bikes, twinks in puppy gear to whip-wielding women who dominate men, and an environment that fosters openly pleasurable relationships between individuals of one, many, or no gender, individuals of differing orientations and with sexual proclivities that would shake the conservative base to the core, “they” will have much material with which to maintain the Puritanical status quo that sex is dirty, bodies are bad, and desires should be kept secret or expunged via criminal prosecution, brainwashing, or violence. Hardy offered a number of means with which we may combat this coming inquisition, and among these means was that we as a group need to be open. I have read and heard numerous diatribes from countless individuals who rail against being out for this reason and that, we all have. I am tired of hearing about all the things that we can’t do; that we are not supposed to do. I do not believe that outness is right for every person, but I am 100% out and open. I refuse to live in closets and I have had positive experiences as a result. Being out has been the best choice for me because it has given me a chance to break misconceptions, inspire those who are unsure, and protect our community.
By Saint St.James3 years ago in Pride
