My name is Ilya Kharkow. I like polo shirts, anarcho-individualism and PrEP. I can only be presented as a rights activist if we are talking about the rights of guys during wartime. But when we talk about me as a gay guy, what is important to me is not rights, but privileges. I perceive books as real life, and therefore I try to cram real life into a book with all its unshaven armpits, smells, and stains.
Most books today are repetitions of well-working schemes. This has nothing to do with art. A book is not a plot, but an experience and impressions. This way I turned sex into my job, but did not become a prostitute. Right after I left Ukraine, I went to a flea market.
I literally fell in love with this profile, and the seller noticed it. Coins can be so beautiful, but if they cannot be spent, they are worthless. The seller advised me to keep the coin in my pocket until I met someone I really like. And then a year ago I gave the coin to an unexpected person. I accidentally met a guy in exile with whom I had been planning a date for 5 years. Then we spend 3 days in a rented apartment.
To get into our bed and find out exactly what happened there, you should read my short story. In this case, for you the title of the story is the code for the door to our bedroom. I think at the same time. Masturbation is a great scam. At first, erotic fantasies involve you in this process, but as soon as it is over, the guy immediately finds himself thrown into a hostile, uncomfortable world.
The leap from warm fantasies to a hostile world occurs in a second. I remember that I started writing in order to prolong a pleasant moment for at least a few pages. Firstly, I live in Portugal, not in Ukraine.
