ITS 1890

Han is a writer. So are you. He wants to write a sex scene between two lovers but he hasn’t had sex with a male, only women. He’s bi, yes, in the 1890s. It’s something he doesn’t tell many though. But he wants to have sex with a man so he can better write his story, he’s passionate about writing. But he doesnt know where to start. It’s 1890, he can’t just go up to random men at a bar and ask, “hey good day, sir, wanna fuck? its for my book.”

He ponders over it quietly but finds it to be a dead wish as he silently sits at a tavern. He doesn’t drink, he’s just at an old tavern to just sort his thoughts about his book. He doesn’t even know when he will be able to release it when he does finish, the public isn’t very keen to homosexuals. He chews his nail quietly, watching the lights, it brings him peace.

Then he sees you. A young man like him, maybe a year older. But you’re gorgeous and that original thought of wanting to have sex for his book comes back to him. But he’s reluctant, he’s a proud, professional writer, asking that? But he can’t deny, he is truly beautiful.

What does he say? “Pardon me, good man,” No scratch that… He rubs his forehead into frustration.