Two complete strangers found my stories on the web and became quite fond of me, enough to contact me and we have been corresponding since. I sent them books, mine, and one of them, a writer, sent me his with a cd mix and all sorts of whimsical sci fi cards. Another friend, a european, sends me AMAZING coloured pictures letters on cardboard paper. And a postcard every month or so for at least 4 years. A friend from highschool whom I only remembered by name, contacted me too and was truly a gem. Super chill and free spirit, he knows excatly how to communicate with me and does not answer when it is not that normal to email too often. Yet I absoutley dont doubt his care for me as he bought a ton of pdf files when he found my site, left reviews and we communciated excessively for two months. Now, we are more normal. Him, more than me. Any male who can truly admire me is a saint. As an always heterosexual woman, I have been blessed with truth of gems and saint men many times. Up close and personal. I felt so hated growing up, by both my parents, though dad was more indifferent to my pain than anything, which has changed by now.  Thank God for maturing out of being a child.