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Sunday, 14 December 2042

Hello World...

A warm thank you and welcome to everyone who will stumble upon this post and decide to continue reading it. What you are reading here is the first post on a site that will be filled with material provided by, as of date of this post’s first publishing, three Professional-Amateurs—C.H. Mason, BayKilla Tha GhettoSoul, and Steve Kapeni.

We all intend to fully introduce ourselves and get adequately-acquainted with all who will choose to be part of this experience. I hope we will not take too long before taking care of proper introductions of this site’s original authors.

Fully aware that there are some professional bloggers out there, a few important questions about how we are going to conduct ourselves on this site, came up when we were going over the intricacies of how the three of us intend to jointly run and contribute to it.

In the end, we—the three guys who agreed to try the best we could to bring this thing to life—agreed to conduct ourselves as amateur professional bloggers.

We don’t fully know what that means, but a fair warning to all who will stumble upon this site and choose to spend time going through the material that will be posted here, the authors of this blog will not use it as a medium to be politically-correct, yet we will reserve the right to sensor other contributors and commenters when they provide material that we will not feel to be appropriate for any among the many reasons we gave ourselves the right to operate in that manner.

So, none of the authors here will go out of their way to be politically-correct for the convenience of people with mainstream opinions, especially those that are supported by the majority in most societies. But everyone who will publish a post here, will always go out of their way to remove any content we will feel to be inappropriate. That probably is an authoritarian double standard, but, all the same, that’s how we are going to roll. Please don’t expect authors on this blog to conduct themselves in any other way.

Liberal and unmitigated use of words which are deemed inappropriate and offensive by the greater part of our society while conveying, and, or, supporting similarly controversial notions, will be present on this site. Please take note of that.

Although no author on this site can claim responsibility and ownership of another author’s work, we do support the idea of maintaining this as a place to express ourselves however we see fit. We are civilized people, so we all promise to not offend any reader for immature and uncivilized reasons.

I, C.H. Mason, was the one who drafted this message, but I did not publish it until my co-authors signed off on it as well. So this will be one of the few times we will jointly sign-off on a post (in our personalized ways of signing off, which we will fully explain in due time).

C.H. Mason’s Parting Words:

Good Morning,

From Me,

C.H. Mason

BayKilla’s Parting Words:

Until Next Time,

From Me,

BayKillla Tha GhettoSoul, a.k.a. (Chronick Bay, Ghetto Soul, BayKilla, Chronick BayKills & Pills, Tha Ghetto Soul)

Steve Kapeni’s Parting Words:

I’m glad I expressed myself this way today. There is a very good chance that you are going to hear from me again. This is it for now, though.

From Me,

Steve Kapeni

Sunday, 12 October 2042

C.H. Mason Welcomes You To Art & Opinions

Hi, my name is Charles Henry ‘C.H.’ Mason. I write, and I would like to be known as a writer and chief editor of this site.

Not that any stranger, or regular friends, really cared, but I used to have a blogger (blogspot.com) address. Actually, I’ve had two blogger addresses, and if I remember correctly, the first blog I had was titled The Sex Journal Post. With time, I shortened the title to The Journal Post, and with that, the web address of the blog also changed. The content on both blogs was the same, though—just posts related to stories I wrote to self-publish on various eBook sites.

I mostly focused on writing erotic short stories, and the posts on those old blogs were also about erotic stories I wrote and posted on a couple of adult story sites (Literotica.com and Lushstories.com mostly.) Yeah… let me pump the brakes a little bit here. I think, in this post, what I’ve already written is just about enough words and time I would like to give to discussing the stories I once wrote. More about what became of those stories and what I’m focusing on now is going to be a topic to be covered in a future post exclusively meant for that.

The mention of my old blogs in this post, and what was mostly posted on them, was meant to enable a reference about how the first post on the last blog, mentioned that I had intentions to have a different website available in future. I called it a pipeline dream at the time. So after running its course and overcoming a few obstacles I threw in the way, this is what that website idea finally came to.

This essentially is still a blog (still published on blogger), but just one with a custom URL. Although that is the case, I will proudly say yes, when friends who are yet to find out (the only loyal readers of the last blog), ask if this site is what I am calling a result of finally going through with my plans to have a website.

So, from now on, this site will be one of the online presences I plan to devotedly maintain. I’ll be sure to keep all readers informed and tell them about all places online my work and everything else I do is found.

Good Morning,

From Me,

C.H. Mason

Saturday, 1 February 2042

The 411 On C.H. Mason's Work

This post was inspired by a conversation I (C.H. Mason) had one night on a conference call with BayKilla Tha GhettoSoul, the musician, blogger, reader, communicator, occasional writer, and traveller in our fold, and Steve Kapeni, the guy whose role on this site is better left to be defined by the man himself when he finally makes a first post. Before that I will try to describe his role in bits and pieces, but nothing much of that sort will be happening in this post, though. 

“Hey, what’s the 411 with your work? I noticed that you took it all down and I was looking to download Distant Realm again,” something along those lines was what BayKilla said to me as a brief diversion to our main topic of conversation when Steve Kapeni and I, were courting him to join this site because he was the last one to join it.

We (The Authors on This Site) promised to frequently put all cards on the table. In the spirit of that, I think this is as good as any moment to reveal that he (BayKilla) is the reason we took longer than we should have to bring this site to life. That ill motherfucker probably deserves to pay reparations for all his apprehension and keeping this thing we feel to be beautiful, at bay (no pun on his name intended). But he is such an apt fella, because now, he is calling this, A New Church in the World. In line with his Christian beliefs, wherever there is three, there is a church. So we are essentially a church like BayKilla keeps reminding us, even though he is the one who kept us at a halt when we were already eager to start releasing posts.

A brief history on the story he was looking to download:

The story is titled Distant Realm, my cleanest work available for sale on most eBook retailing sites.

The story was first published as Celestine, under the pseudonym Henry Haines.

BayKilla is the original writer of the story, and the creator of the pseudonym Henry Haines.

I bought the story from him. Our friendship developed over that story and was later strengthened by the transaction we made when I bought the title from him because he needed to focus on music more than writing, yet the story had the potential to be turned into a trilogy, at least. I have the time to do that, but he has more time for music than writing. So that’s how the transaction came to be.

When I took the story and the pseudonym and turned the story into Distant Realm and published it under the name C.H. Mason, I didn’t do much but edit the story.

Steve Kapeni likes the story as much as BayKilla and I do, and he feels there is more that can still be done to it. He convinced us both, so we are now looking to work on it again and see if there are any improvements that are required.

BayKilla and I call it our story now, and if Steve thinks that there is more that can be done do it, he will, at the end of the editing process, be able to call it his story, too, and since none of them (BayKilla and Steve) are interested in anything but playing the roles of editors, they are content with getting acknowledgements when the story is done, and I will take much of the credit since I will be the one doing much of the work, just like we all agreed.

BayKilla says that he uses the story as one of his biggest inspirations when writing his lyrics and composing his instrumentals.

I think the above is just about enough details I am comfortable sharing about the story. I am now waiting to hear BayKilla’s music, especially the tracks inspired by the story and I want to see how big an inspiration the story was because I will know the emotions and words that were inspired by the story when I hear them.

Back to the issue at hand:

For the rest of this post, I will provide an answer to BayKilla’s question about my work again, and continue turning that conversation into a post for our site. So thanks and fuck you BayKilla for making me write this post. It’s a love and hate relationship between the authors of this blog for now, and we like it just like that. We know that it’s all love, though, because there is no love without hate. So, again, lemme get back to the real reason I am writing this post. I digress, and hope this was the right place to say that I digress because I’ve always wanted to do that right (he he).

Sometime towards the end of August 2015, I unpublished all my stories (all the erotica and my non-erotic title, Distant Realm). I did it after going through an episode that made me feel like the erotic stories had to be conceptually clean like Distant Realm, and not contain themes of incest, cheating, and every other generally immoral theme that makes some of them (the erotica titles mostly), really depraved pieces of literature.

Although I, above, am saying that I wanted my erotica to be similar in cleanness to Distant Realm, there is a reason that work didn’t stay up on the shelves as well. There was an issue with Distant Realm as well, or rather, there were also issues with Distant Realm as well—ones which I also felt like I had to fix. The issues were some of the immoral themes that are also included in the story Distant Realm (bad language mostly). There is also a character developed with bad traits (the protagonist’s mother). I felt like I had to rewrite those parts of that mostly-clean story as well, and make it completely clean, like most verses of THE HOLY BIBLE. What’s found below will mostly explain why, so here we go.

Since I began writing, I increasingly become somewhat a perfectionist. With the passage of time, I find errors, inconsistencies, and inadequacies in my work that require to be fixed. Continuously, I fix those and I did that multiple times over the years until I reached this point—a point where I feel like I just have to go through all my work one last time, correct what needs to be corrected, and then move on to other ventures. If I am going to write more stories, so be it. If I am going to do something completely different, so be it, as well. I just know that this is the last time I am going to be editing stories that I have put on sale.

My revisions do improve my work. The way I edit my stories usually is for better ones that are more enjoyable and better than earlier editions. I have seen the evidence, and I am absolutely comfortable with being the only one who recognises it. Currently, the truth is, there isn’t much evidence of errors, inconsistencies, and inadequacies in my work that require to be fixed—the type which I talked about above, and which I probably recognise alone. But, still, I am going to edit the stories one last time because the approach that made me bring those stories to a state where I don’t see much evidence of errors, inconsistencies, and inadequacies, is the way I kept editing the stories I had already published. Again, I am probably the only one who recognises the way my stories improved with time, but that’s neither here nor there. What matters is that I am going to do it one last time—the revisions.

When I unpublished all my stories around the end of August 2015, the honest truth is that I was about to ruin what I spent years working on. I’m glad that I found my senses again before doing any detrimental editing to my stories, and none of what I initially thought of doing to the stories when I unpublished them, will be happening.

What happened when I unpublished the stories, was that I was trying to come to terms with the work I had done with the stories and BayKilla’s new-found deep religious conviction. All I can say is that emulating and imitating one of your best friends by trying to be a true Christian is hard. It was hard for me because it meant that my work was no longer appropriate when I thought about the new religion I was embracing and the person I had become. Now, I'm back to not really caring what is the truth between that way of thinking—the Christian way of thinking—and standing by what naturally appeals to me, and what I have put in some of the stories that I have self-published. I will probably burn in hell for that, but it’s better to burn for what makes me comfortable than the opposite.

BayKilla’s advice was, “My man, if this shit is not working out for you, don’t force it. Otherwise you will have hell both on Earth and in actual hell. So try to have your heaven here and when you burn in that other place, burn knowing that you burned for writing fiction that made you feel like you were accomplishing something while you were alive. Enough said. No need to keep hashing this shit out. Let’s switch the topic.” Steve Kapeni agreed with that, and it was one of the few times he doesn’t get to stretch an issue longer than it can take.

So I am done thinking about cleaning up my stories. What I do know, though, is that it’s time I share with people how some of my stories came to be, and it won’t be happening through extensively editing the stories. I will do it on this site, and this post actually is the first of many that will shed light onto my creative process and explain how some of my stories came to be.

Despite the amount of future times I will feel like cleaning up my erotica, I now know and understand that I will always come to the conclusion that some erotic fiction, especially most of what I have written, is best-served dirty. I have come up with some of the dirtiest concepts found in erotic stories. Some were original, but it doesn’t matter whether a story was original or not, from now on, most concepts I have already covered, even though they need some editing for the last time, will stay as they are. All alternative storylines will be for the website, and the title My Hot Neighbour will set the precedent for the way I am going to be editing my stories for the final time and for the future.

I see good and exhilarating times coming ahead. I don’t know what lies in other’s people’s stars. But mine have lined up pretty nicely and I am about to have a good time, again, going over my stories, prepping for the edit of Distant Realm, which I will do with two of my editor-homies, BayKilla Tha GhettoSoul and Steve Kapeni.

For now, this is all I got.

Good Morning,

From Me,

C.H. Mason

Tuesday, 21 January 2042

Is C.H. Mason my real name or what? Part One

I already published a post inspired by a conversation I had with BayKilla Tha GhettoSoul, it’s only fair that I publish one inspired by a conversation I had with my other friend, Steve Kapeni, who is also part of this blog, even though he hasn’t yet published a post here.

Steve isn’t that good with metaphors. He knows my real name (which I will never reveal here), and before he understood why I have grown really comfortable using the name C.H. Mason, he told me that, to people who don’t know that C.H. Mason is a made-up name, the truth about my identity is like a dark cave, dark alley, or just generally a dark area. His statement came after the realisation that there were only ten people in the world I had told that I am this C.H. Mason.

I told him, “Hey Steve, I am not richer than Batman, but using him and his story as an analogy will simplify things here and help me explain things better and have a chance to be understood by you and other people who might wonder and say the same things that you have just said.”

I also told him that, “I could also try explaining myself using the help of Superman’s story because even though I do not have any abilities that Superman has, when it comes to using assumed names, our stories share a lot of similarities.”

It is for a reason that Clark Kent is known as that to people who don’t know that he is Superman. There is also a reason there are people who know Clark Kent’s secret identity as Superman. The story is the same with Batman being Bruce Wayne and many other superheroes as well. Again, I am not richer than Batman, neither am I able to do what he does in the stories, but using him and his story as an analogy, will simplify things here and help me explain things better and have a chance to be understood clearly. The same goes with any other superhero with secret superpowers that necessitates their secret identity as the superhero.

To further clarify things before we move on, I am not a superhero, and I don’t have any superpowers. C.H. Mason is an alias I created to be a writer, (now) blogger, proper boyfriend, and sometimes good friend to people who know the real me and my real name.

I will start with explaining why I created the name to be a writer and sometimes good friend to people who know the real me and my real name:

Some posts after this, including the one about My Hot Neighbour, will shed more light into what is, in Steve’s own words, a dark area, dark cave, or dark alley. Hope you will all catch up and not miss the explanations when they come.

What I mean is that this post, and a few other that will follow, will shed some light onto my preference to only be known by the name C.H. Mason in some circles, like this one. My current girlfriend doesn’t even know that I am this C.H. Mason by the way, and as already mentioned, this is the first post in a series of posts I will write, which will also explain more, and shed more light onto the question posed on the heading of this post—Is C.H. Mason my real name or what?

In the other few posts I have already talked about, I am looking forward to explaining why I created the name to be a blogger, and proper boyfriend. Enough repetition, I better just get to explaining why I created the name to be a writer and sometimes a good friend to people who know the real me and my real name.

I am naturally a very private and secretive person, and I can’t deny that part of the reason there are only ten people who know that I am this C.H. Mason, is influenced by that. I share my secrets with people who deserve to know them, so me being C.H. Mason and keeping it a secret to many people around me, including my current girlfriend, isn’t entirely about me being a private and very secretive person. There are many other reasons I do it, some of which I have already written that I will share here, but some will remain unknown, even to people who know both my real identity and the fact that I am C.H. Mason, even though they actually know more than everything I will ever reveal on this site.

On with the reason I created the persona to be a writer:

What I am is a person who has lots of free time on my hands, which I didn’t know how to use until one of my ex-girlfriends suggested, back in 2010, that I become a writer, and join the self-publishing bandwagon to stop being a trust-fund-baby who only cared about lavish parties and having a good time partying.

The girl I am talking about, wasn’t the first girl I’d ever had a deep affection to, but she was the first to return it in ways that I expected. In many ways, she loved me back and saw into my soul, so to speak. She could see through my lies. I liked that about her, and I used to torture myself over losing her. She broke my heart, though, and I am over that, though.

Time heals all wounds.

I am glad I moved on from that and am focusing on other things and another good relationship which actually promises to be bigger and better than what she and I had.

Her suggestion that I become a writer worked and helped me get here, and if she knew that I am C.H. Mason, I would thank her. She doesn’t know, though, and she will never know because she is one of the people I promised myself to never reveal my identity as C.H. Mason to, even though she is also one of the people who know that I am a writer, too.

For people who know that I am a writer, but don’t know that I am C.H. Mason, I have other pennames to take care of their curiosity when they bug me about my work. The work I do under those pennames is what I show them. I won’t comment on my plan’s cleverness. All I can say is that I like how effective it is.

Still on the girl who suggested that I become a writer:

The truth at the time she made the suggestion that I should become a writer, was that, I was already tired of the party life, even though I seemed to enjoy it a lot. Believe it or not, we both knew that, and that I truly had no other options I could seriously focus on, and it was such a shame because she also knew that the other truth about the wild and party life, was that, I was already tired of it before I even began living it.

As already said, I was also tired of that life when I was living it. I still live it, but I’m grateful for the advice my girlfriend (at the time), a writer, too, gave me after reading a letter I had written her. She said, “Baby, you are such a good writer, if only you had time to write and not party all the time, the world could enjoy some, I’m not saying all, but some of what you might have to say”. That is how the idea of me being a writer came to be, but I didn’t become one until she (that girlfriend who told me to be a writer) and I had broken up for a few years.

What happened when I finally chose to be a writer back in 2012, was that I was thinking about her a lot. She had just got married and I knew that it was too late to get her back, despite my realisation that she was, at the time, the only sensible girlfriend I’d had all my life. So I finally took her advice as some form of consolation. I could never get her again, but I still could take the best advice someone (she) had given me and use some of my time to write instead of partying all the time.

So, if you ever get to read this and figure out this web of lies, thank you so much for your advice that I could find something worthwhile in pursuing writing. I took it as consolation for losing you and it has done wonders for me, especially allowing me to meet other artists and special people who make my life a breeze these days. BayKilla and Steve, I see you. They helped me get over the heartbreak that almost killed me. I’m over that and have found someone new and special. I could say more, but that will threaten my veil of secrecy, so enough said. If you are ever going to figure this shit out, trust me, I won’t be the one to help you with that. All the help I can be is what I have written above, and will also write in future posts, as already said.

Now, onto why I created the C.H. Mason persona to be a good friend to people who know the real me and my real name.

Criticism improves writing skills. (I wish I could hear novice writers saying Amen here).

When people like you, it’s hard for them to point out your weaknesses because most people, at least those who exist in my circles, are courteous, and take precaution when giving advice and opinions. They are too nice. Too nice to tell me that my writing is bad when it is. So when I give them the work with an author name they are not familiar with, they tend to be more honest.

I do that a lot, and it has helped me a lot. I can take one or two nasty criticisms without creating an acrimonious atmosphere. So at the end of the day, I get to maintain my associations with the added benefit of helpful advice that turns me into a better writer without my critics knowing and worrying about hurting their friend’s feelings by saying that he is not such a good writer. Now, isn’t that being a good friend?

I could say more, but the above, just about covers enough reasons to justify why I think keeping my identity as C.H. Mason hidden from my friends and other people I associate with, isn’t ill-advised.

I promise to dig a little deeper into this web of lies in forthcoming posts, but, for now, this is what I got.

Good Morning,

C.H. Mason

Friday, 10 January 2042

Is C.H. Mason my real name or what? The Last Part

Who the fuck in the world cares about that? I found myself asking myself that question in the middle of writing what was going to be the second post in the series Is C.H. Mason my real name or what? The post was going to fulfill a promise I made in the first post in the series, but now that promise isn’t worth anything because I ended up killing off the idea of trying to explain why I created the C.H. Mason persona to be a blogger and proper boyfriend.

Who cares?

Who cares that my girlfriend doesn’t even know that I also write as C.H. Mason. Really, who the fuck in the world cares? So this is it. I didn’t fulfill an obligation I made to myself. Who the fuck cares?

Good Morning,

From Me,

C.H. Mason