I'm looking forward to a more modern, cosmopolitan, sort of literary fantasy: Powerful beta male runs a large non-profit organization, for which he successfully solicits hundreds of millions of dollars from kind-hearted donors for Important Social Causes. He also recruits dozens of young female sycophants from ivy league humanities departments, who surround him like a chorus of adulant nymphs, willing to work into the wee hours of the night on Important Social Causes. He finally chooses one shy newcomer to be his beau; but of course there is side drama with his trans lover, whom he keeps captive in his basement playing World of Warcraft all day. ¡Escandalo! Do you think I could get a publishing deal? There's more to the story, of course, but not too much: She falls in love; he agrees to only visit the gimp in the basement once a week; eventually she discovers he is embezzling funds earmarked for Important Social Causes; threatens to expose him unless he leaves the gimp; so they steal the rest of the money from the charity fund and abscond to Belgium, where they become glamorous communist socialites. And they have sex, which involves awkward beta-male role-playing while watching Stalingrad. The end.
I'm looking forward to a more modern, cosmopolitan, sort of literary fantasy: Powerful beta male runs a large non-profit organization, for which he successfully solicits hundreds of millions of dollars from kind-hearted donors for Important Social Causes. He also recruits dozens of young female sycophants from ivy league humanities departments, who surround him like a chorus of adulant nymphs, willing to work into the wee hours of the night on Important Social Causes. He finally chooses one shy newcomer to be his beau; but of course there is side drama with his trans lover, whom he keeps captive in his basement playing World of Warcraft all day. ¡Escandalo! Do you think I could get a publishing deal? There's more to the story, of course, but not too much: She falls in love; he agrees to only visit the gimp in the basement once a week; eventually she discovers he is embezzling funds earmarked for Important Social Causes; threatens to expose him unless he leaves the gimp; so they steal the rest of the money from the charity fund and abscond to Belgium, where they become glamorous communist socialites. And they have sex, which involves awkward beta-male role-playing while watching Stalingrad. The end.