Anish Kapoor is an artist and a colossal, controlling asshole: there was that time he said that the presence of his $270M sculpture in a Chicago park gave him the right to decide who could take pictures in a public space. (more…)

via A history of artist Anish Kapoor and his assholic mission to own the color black — Boing Boing

Of course, the attention he gets from coverage like this of his jerky exploits was probably exactly what he was looking for.  We’re talking about him, right?

Cupcake Kissin’ 7 – Alex Ankarr

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Cupcake Kissin’ 7 – Alex Ankarr

‘Your aunt, my boy, has left you a bakery business,’ Mayhewlinson says, plunging in with refreshingly little fooling or futzing around. And it’s news to Caspar, but certainly it sounds like good news, little as he can remember of the fine details from half an hour ago. Even if it’s not a good going concern, Caspar thinks hopefully, a skip of something approaching elation in his chest, then surely he’ll be able to sell it off and make some coin with it. Even at auction, if the place is a wreck with no established clientèle, even –

But Mayhewlinson cuts off his speculations pretty quick, and has some relevant information for him. ‘I take it that you don’t remember the terms and conditions of the bequest, then, if you were, ahem, tired during the reading?’ And here he bends a benevolent look upon Caspar, such a look that if it were any more avuncular Caspar would be living in hopes of a bequest even from him, at some sad and gloomy occasion far in the future. ‘I won’t bother you with the technical terminology, and every single clause and side-note that we’re forced to go through on more formal occasions, then. Suffice it to say that due to your dear aunt’s feelings about this particular business – one of many she owned, but one of very few that the dear lady took a personal interest in, and even worked in on occasion, to help cover for staff shortages now and then – she was not desirous that you be able to immediately make, ah, pecuniary use of the business.’

Caspar translates this in his head as best he is able. Gertie had her lawyers draw up his nice little windfall so that he can’t sell it. God damn the old bat, fond of her as he might have been. He can feel his face sour up with a little scowl, but then a thought causes it to lighten up considerably. ‘But I still get the income from the business, right?’ Which, Caspar thinks, is almost better. God bless Gertie, in fact! With the temptation to sell off a valuable asset for the quick bucks involved removed, he’s forced to make the smart move. And pull in a – yearly? Monthly? He isn’t sure how these things work – income from Gertie’s bakery. Which should go towards easing his current financial embarrassments a fair bit.

Hopefully, he thinks cautiously. As long as the business isn’t a dying duck. ‘So,’ he tries, ‘I have to put a manager in, then I can take, like, drawings out of the profits? There are profits, right? Where is this bakery, anyhow, beyond here in good old L.A.? How’s it doing? I’m not too sure how these things work, maybe you could enlighten me…?’

© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2014

No unauthorised reproductions allowed. All rights reserved to the author. No inspirations for characters drawn from real-life individuals, no resemblance to real individuals intended.

Photo credit: Lyn Whitfield on Flickr, public domain.

Wolves: Heat & Chill – Gay Werewolf Romance!

Three platonic human buddies take a break. Skiing week-end, great idea right? So do three werewolf friends, likewise. They end up sharing a ski-lodge: and it’s cool. Until it’s very hot indeed: when one of the wolves goes into heat…

 

Cupcake Kissin’ 6 – Alex Ankarr

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Cupcake Kissin’ 6 – Alex Ankarr

He finds out quick enough. Though genial and expansive, bearing excellent aged Scotch and cigars, it seems that Mayhewlinson hasn’t the temperament to beat about the bush, to draw out the enjoyment of keeping a beneficiary in the dark. ‘Well,’ he’s saying, in quite a short while, leaning back in his fancy-pants hand-tooled leather… what the fuck, Caspar doesn’t even know. It’s nothing so vulgar as a swivel chair, not even a fancy recliner, not a regular armchair. Definitely fancy leather and hand-tooled, though. And swishing his Scotch around in the thick designer glass, nosing at it with a pleased grin.

‘So, your bequest, my boy,’ he begins, leaning forward a little, more businesslike. ‘You heard the bare details of it, of course, during the reading-‘

And at that, Caspar is of course really forced to interrupt with an admission. ‘Er, I think you’ll find that that’s stretching the truth, sir. I had a very long flight thirty-six hours ago, and I haven’t really caught up on my sleep yet, and, er, frankly…’

‘Oh, my dear boy, don’t worry about it,’ Mayhewlinson promptly jumps to reassure him, although Caspar is feeling rather young and foolish and extremely rude over it, for whatever silly reason. ‘You’re far from the first, and I doubt that you’ll be the last if it comes to that. Never the most scintillating occasions, will-readings, except for those who expect to be significant legatees, of course. Which perhaps was not the case with you – and you must have been very much taken aback if so, hey hey, my boy?’ he rumbles, clearly amused. Then he appears to collect himself. ‘Ah, if you’d been awake to hear anything about it, of course,’ he corrects himself.

‘Yes, hm, let’s run through it,’ he says decisively, and shuffles a couple of papers together on his desk, brings something up on the fancy-pants built-in screen on his massive desk. ‘Yeeees. Caspar Oxwalter Rockalde,’ he begins, and Caspar can’t at all restrain the wince, not one bit. His parents were good people. They would never have saddled him with a middle name quite as ghastly as that one, without feeling that they had damn good reason. And of course, with his family, the reason was a family one – an obscenely wealthy old uncle, who just might or might not have taken it into his head to leave Caspar something handsome, given some incentive.

Although when it came to the crunch – of metal on metal, it happened, since a car crash was how poor old Unka Ox met his end – he hadn’t. But it had been a nice try, for the most impecunious branch of this distinguished old family.

 

© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2014

No unauthorised reproductions allowed. All rights reserved to the author. No inspirations for characters drawn from real-life individuals, no resemblance to real individuals intended.

Photo credit: duncan johnston under Creative Commons licence modified for book cover use.

 

Spanking The Boss – Gay Employer/Employee Romance!

Adam doesn’t mind being the new guy in the company. He doesn’t mind learning new things. But what does company CEO Edmund Rotherhaithe want with him? Hint: it may involve the flat of his hand and dropped pants. Spanking, physical discipline. correction.

Cupcake Kissin’ 5 – Alex Ankarr

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Cupcake Kissin’ 5 – Alex Ankarr

At the front of the room he’s caught up again, this time by the lawyers. And he holds out a hand dutifully, expecting a handshake, and a notification of when and where he can come by and pick up the excruciatingly awful vase or whatever it might be, that Aunt Gert has sicced on him.

He gets the shake, all right. And for a grey old suave lawyer dude, Mayhewlinson’s grip is something impressive. But then it all goes haywire. Because Mayhewlinson doesn’t let go of Caspar’s hand. No, he just holds on, and then – uh-oh – he turns it into the old two-handed shake, that’s what he does. Caspar has learned to beware the two-handed shake. In his clan, it tends to mean that some jolly old uncle has marked you down as the target for his unending store of hunting stories for the evening, and is absolutely delighted to have a new victim. However, he tries to calm himself, and reminds himself that in this case, these circumstances, it probably just means that…

‘My very dear Mr Rockalde,’ Mayhewlinson goes on to say, with the most urbane Scottish smoothness Caspar has ever been undelighted to give ear to. ‘Let me invite you into my own personal office. I’ll pour you a drink, and we can have both the official, and an unofficial, discussion of your dear aunt’s charming bequest.’

Yeah. Yeah, Caspar thought that it would most probably be that. It’s still a little odd, though. Because no-one else in the family is getting, has gotten, the invite, the nod, as far as Caspar has noticed. No, they’re all filing and trickling out, singly and in little knots, waving at Caspar as they go, touching him on the arm, even now the odd, ‘Lovely to see you again, dear!’ and ‘Give me a call if you’re staying in town a while, Caspar!’ And to that, add several versions of, ‘Oh my God, the old tinker! Gertie, eh? Poor Caspar! Still, bit of a windfall!’ Yes, several variations on that, and a whole lot of teasing winks, including from people too far away to give him this congratulatory adieu.

Oh, hell, Caspar wonders, with just a shade of foreboding. Gertie, you very very sly old girl. What have you gone and left me? Not a vase, he thinks. Probably not a vase.

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© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2014

No unauthorised reproductions allowed. All rights reserved to the author. No inspirations for characters drawn from real-life individuals, no resemblance to real individuals intended.

Photo credit: Lyn Whitfield on Flickr, public domain.

Full Moon Groupie – Gay Werewolf Romance!

William is hot for werewolves, and luckily there’s a pack run every full moon in his home town. Is he going to get lucky this month? Will hot werewolf Mayot Free choose him? Wil he be mated?