Month: November 2013

Romance First Publishing; True Blood Gay Sex Scene

Romance First Publishing

An author I’ve posted about a few times before, Steph L. Danielson, has a nice small start up that I like a lot. I’ve read several titles and I’ve enjoyed them all. And I don’t see any spamming or overly aggressive marketing/promotion that’s usually a huge turn-off to most people who are serious readers. And in a day and age when more than half the publishing related things we see online are questionable at best, it’s refreshing to see something honest and real where you know the people running things really care about what they are doing…and they are doing it because they love it.

Romance First recently moved to google blogger and I think it’s not only a smart move, but also a move that makes things easier for authors and readers. When it comes to start ups of anything I think as a businessperson first and foremost. And keeping overhead cost down at all times is the first serious lesson any good businessperson learns…if they want to stay in business for any length of time. I’ve owned several successful small businesses not publishing related and they’ve always done well and I think that’s partly because I put practical reasons first all the time and didn’t focus on vanity or ego. In this case, with anything publishing related, vanity web sites look great but how cost-effective are they when it comes to making a profit? So far, from what I’ve seen, the more money a publisher saves on overhead costs the more money they save for the readers by keeping book prices down. That’s how good businesspeople think. And I even know agents who have changed their web sites to save money.

The new google blogger site for Romance First is not only pragmatic, but also extremely user-friendly. You don’t have to figure out what to do or where to go for any length of time, and everything you’ll need to know is right there in a plain and simple format. It’s also pretty and has been well-designed, which isn’t easy to do. It has a romance feel to it and that’s something that always attracts me in the very beginning at a glance.

I don’t want to turn this into a web site review, so here’s a link to Romance First Publishing where you can check things out for yourselves. You’ll notice a few familiar names on the author list, and I’ve read several of them and I’ve enjoyed their works, too. I also think RFP will be posting regular blog posts for authors and readers, which seem publishing related. Here’s an excerpt from one on rejection:

One of the worst words ever, for any writer is to see REJECTED.

I don’t know a single author out there that hasn’t been rejected at least once. It’s heartbreaking, how could they do this to you? It takes a toll, believe me. But it is definitely not the end of the line.

So how do you pick yourself up and dust yourself off after such a blow?

1. It is not a personal attack.
They have seen your words and your story, but they do not know you. It is not an attack on your person or your psyche.


We’ve all been THERE.

True Blood Gay Sex Scene

Stephen Moyer, who plays Bill Compton on True Blood, recently did an interview with Huff Po. Among other projects he’s doing he talks about the ultimate sex scene for True Blood. This is the final season of the series and I think viewers will love what Moyer considers his dream scene with Alex Skarsgard.

Do you have your own twisted fantasy about what you hope to happen?Alex (Skarsgard) and I have been pushing for an Eric-Bill love scene for a long time, but they always said no. But our dream would be for my football team, West Ham United, to play his Swedish team, and would end up in some match-up that Bill and Eric happen to be able to get to.

I don’t know what’s so twisted about that. I’ve been doing private love scenes with men all my life and I don’t consider any of them twisted. In fact, considering what some straight people I know do in bed, what I’ve done is nothing. But that’s how the media portrays gays sometimes…twisted…and we’ve learned to live with it. I’m sure Moyer wasn’t thinking along the lines of twisted when he answered the question. If anything, I think Moyer is more in touch with his viewers than his producers. In any event, my DVR will be set all season.

You can read the entire interview here. Moyer sounds like a sweet man. If there is a love scene with Skarsgard and Moyer, I want Moyer to be more submissive.

But knowing Hollywood, they’ll probably add Sookie to the scene, which I would imagine would make it a twisted scene.

New Release: "Second Chance" Gay Romance .99 E-Book

New Release: “Second Chance” Gay Romance .99 E-Book

Update: Just went live on Amazon, here.

The first book in the “Second Chance” series just went live and I’ll post the links I have. It will be available at all venues where e-books are sold eventually. It’s hard to pinpoint an Amazon release because the time it takes varies from book to book. But for now it’s definitely on Smashwords and Allromanceebooks.com.

For more information you can read previous posts here, and here, where I’ve shared the blurb and a fairly long excerpt. I think the most interesting part of writing this book was that it’s set for the most part in the year 1950 when life was very different for gay men. There is more innocence, especially with sexual content. And gay men were more guarded in those days, to the point of total denial.

Stay tuned for more new releases coming soon. I have about four books with publishers that haven’t been release yet, including one that’s over 117,000 words and another that’s a Christmas romance from the Glendora Hill series.

Lesbian Rapist; FREE Gay Excerpt: Second Chance

Lesbian Rapist

This is an interesting case because it almost slipped through the cracks, at the expense of a victim who was left psychologically damaged for life. In 2010 a lesbian, Millicent Gaika, was raped because she was a lesbian. The rapist, Andile Ngcoza, claimed he raped her to “show her she was a woman.” He not only raped her, but beat, strangled and tortured her for five hours. He was convicted in 2011 but failed to show up in court for sentencing and then vanished for two years. Evidently, they caught him and he was recently sentenced to 22 years in prison.

In final court proceedings this week, prosecutors at Wynberg Magistrate’s Court not only pointed out Ngcoza had three previous sexual attack convictions including sodomy and double rape, but also presented a psychological evaluation on Gaika.

The report revealed the attack left Gaika with nightmares and alcohol abuse issues. She also reportedly nearly killed herself in 2012.

It’s a good thing I’m not a judge. He’d be in prison for the rest of his life.

You can read the entire story in detail here.

FREE Gay Excerpt: Second Chance

Here’s a free excerpt from my newest indie release, Second Chance, which will be an ongoing series for a while. The theme behind the series deals with gay men getting second chances in life…but only if they want them. It’s also about choices, and how we often wonder about them sometimes…and wonder how things might have turned out if we’d made other choices.

Here’s the blurb for the first book, a 21,000 word novella that will be priced at .99. The book will be up for sale this weekend, and I’ll post links to where it’s being sold later today.

In this first novella of the Second Chance series, an older gay man who has lived a closeted life for ninety-two years is presented with choices one last time. Who hasn’t wondered how things might have turned out if only they’d made one or two different choices in their lives? Who hasn’t contemplated what it would be like for the chance to do things all over again a different way, if only that were possible?

When ninety-two year old Andy Walker shuffles out to his beloved vegetable garden one morning in June, he gets the surprise of his life. He winds up in the last place he could ever imagine, with the man of his dreams telling him there’s still time for a second chance and there’s still time for him to choose a different path than the one he’s already followed…but only if he’s willing to take the risk and revisit one of the most pivotal and painful moments of his life. There are no guarantees or promises of happily-ever-after, and no one can make Andy’s choices for him. And if he agrees to return to the year 1950 when he was still young and strong and handsome, only he will know whether or not it’s possible to alter the course of his entire life thanks to one unusual encounter with a stranger named Chip.

Excerpt:

Even though Andy Walker would be turning ninety-three years old in a couple of weeks he wasn’t the kind of old man who could sit in a chair and stare out a window all day. In spite of numerous requests to move into one of those assisted living facilities from his only living relative, a seventy year old niece who lived in Chicago and visited two or three times a year, Andy planned to die at the ranch in Montana where he’d lived most of his life.

He still had decent eyesight, his hearing wasn’t that bad on a good day, and he only needed a cane on days when his hip really bothered him. He had a cleaning woman twice a week who did laundry, prepared meals, and went over the entire house. And a caretaker who mowed, weeded, white-washed, and handled what Andy didn’t feel safe doing anymore. He even drove into town two or three times a week in the same Jeep Cherokee he’d had for over twenty-five years.

Andy wasn’t a profound or deeply religious man. The one thing he’d noticed as he’d passed through life was the way he kept losing things that seemed so insignificant when he’d been younger, but continued to grow more important as he’d aged. He’d started out noticing he’d lost a cheap tie clip, or a pair of cuff links, or a page of sheet music he’d once enjoyed playing. Then one day he noticed he was losing his hair at the temples. By the time he noticed he’d lost the tight skin tone on his thighs and everything sagged and creased, he decided to hold on to the things over which he had control for as long as possible.

One of those things was his small vegetable garden next to the barn where Andy and his late wife had once boarded and trained horses. When Andy and Sarah June Walker had purchased the working ranch in western Montana many years earlier thanks to a cash wedding gift from his in-laws, Andy had always found time to plant a small vegetable garden in a long narrow section near the barn he’d surrounded with a white picket fence and chicken wire. The garden became his sanity sometimes. He would go there to forget about all he’d missed in life and all he’d sacrificed to do the right thing. In his case, doing the right thing had been marrying a nice girl he’d gotten into trouble one night when he’d been too drunk to remember what he’d been doing. When the baby that had changed the entire course of his life was delivered still born he was already married and there wasn’t much to do but settle into the life he’d chosen.

It wasn’t a bad life, not by any means. Although Sarah June never wanted another child, she made a good home, handled a good deal of work at the ranch that would have made most women scowl, and she had a sharp sense of humor that could always make Andy smile. He got her through breast cancer when she was in her forties; she got him through the burst appendix that almost took him at fifty-two years old. They had friends from Sarah June’s church with whom they went out to dinner, they had an annual Christmas party each year the first weekend in December, and they took a trip to Florida every winter when things were slow at the ranch.

When Sarah June first suggested they get twin beds because she claimed Andy tossed and turned too much in the middle of the night, Andy just shrugged and agreed. They’d been married fifteen years by then. He’d wanted to suggest it first but didn’t know how she’d react. A few years after that, Sarah June claimed it would be best for them to have separate bedrooms altogether because his snoring kept her up late at night. Andy didn’t mind this either. He moved into the guest room overlooking the barn that same night and never left.

It would have been a nice, easy life had it not been for the daydreams and the thoughts he often had whenever he saw one of the cowboys on the ranch wearing a tight pair of jeans move his legs a certain way. These thoughts had always been there, unnatural and cutting to the deepest part of his soul. And he’d always forced them out of his mind because he’d always been told they were wrong. And in the same respect, he’d always hired the best looking, most rugged, handsome young men to work at the ranch. Though he never actually admitted any of this aloud to anyone, he couldn’t help those strong feelings that stirred deeply in his body as he watched the rough young men lope to and from the barn with their scuffed up cowboy boots. In the summer he had to wear dark glasses a good deal of the time because the young men always removed their shirts on the hottest days, which could be both distracting and dangerous if he was working with machinery.

So Andy found two releases that kept him from acting on these strong urges: one release of a more carnal nature made him feel guilty when he was finished, the second made him feel as if he’d accomplished something worthwhile and created something no one else could. The second release was the garden, where he could turn nothing into something. It changed all the time; each year he planted a different variety of vegetables. And when he was down on his hands and knees digging in the dirt he found it was the only place he could forget all about his attraction toward other men and lose himself in something that was simple and mindless…and yet at the same time as natural as his attraction toward other men.

This particular year, he’d only planted a few tomatoes and peppers. There was only so much a ninety-two year old man could do, even if he was still as thin as he’d been when he was twenty-five. There was only so much he could eat. As it was he knew he’d wind up giving away most of the tomatoes and peppers at the end of the summer to his hired help and friends in town. But he didn’t mind because he didn’t garden to eat the vegetables. He gardened to grow and nurture and fill a void.

On a Wednesday morning in early June that year, only weeks before his ninety-third birthday, he set his coffee mug in the kitchen sink and headed out to the garden to see if the rains from the night before had done any damage. No one came to the house on Wednesdays. The cleaning woman worked at another house on Wednesdays and the caretaker came on Thursdays to mow and trim. He didn’t mind being alone, because no one would be around to remind him to take the damn cane that always seemed to slow him down more than help him move faster. All the people around him seemed to be fixated with him using the cane. Even the niece in Chicago ended her weekly Sunday afternoon phone call with, “And don’t forget to use that cane, Uncle.”

As he headed out the back door that Wednesday morning, he glanced at the cane leaning against the old Formica countertop that had been there since the 1940’s and flipped his middle finger. Then he lifted his head, squared his back, and headed down to the barn on his own two feet, the way he’d been walking around all his life. He’d learned that if he concentrated on his footing and looked down while he walked he didn’t stagger and sway as much.

At least he still had his mind after all these years. And he was only going down to the barn to make sure the slope that had been forming from weeks of heavy rain hadn’t washed out his freshly planted tomatoes and peppers. He could have waited for the caretaker to do it, but Andy had always found this particular caretaker to be clumsy and reckless and Andy didn’t want this guy’s big fat fingers bending or snapping the new plants.

As he rounded the corner of the huge barn that had once held more than forty horses, he grabbed the gate and held it tightly as he opened it so he wouldn’t slip in the mud. He wasn’t worried about falling and breaking a hip as much as he was worried about falling and breaking a hip and having to listen to everyone tell him it wouldn’t have happened if he’d had his cane. So he wound up taking extra precautions that morning.

By the time he reached the small garden with the white picket fence, he walked as if he were doing a slow two-step dance. At first, everything looked okay. Then he glanced to the back end of the small garden and noticed the slope had grown deeper and filled with water to the point where most of the plants on that end wouldn’t survive if he didn’t do something fast. He turned and made his way back to the barn taking quick short steps through the slippery mud. In the barn, he found a shovel and the cut-off bottom half of an old Clorox bottle he’d once used to spread rock salt in the wintertime.

The shovel helped him walk back to the garden without making him feel as if he’d been reduced to using a cane, and the Clorox bottle would help him scoop out the excess water and give the plants time to dry out. But when he rested the shovel against the white picket fence and leaned forward with the Clorox bottle in his right hand, he lost his balance, fell face forward into the trench filled with water, and then everything around him went blank.

*****

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in the middle of a large mirrored room, with silvery white floors, an open ceiling exposing the brightest blue sky he’d ever seen, and a few puffy clouds that reminded him of snow drifts. When he glanced to his right at one of mirrored walls and realized he was naked, he pressed his palm to his throat and blinked. He wasn’t a naked old man either. He saw the nude image of what he had once looked like as a young man in his early thirties. For a moment, he just stood there and stared at his thick dark hair, his lean chest and stomach muscles, and the firm skin tone on his legs.

But when he glanced straight ahead and realized he wasn’t alone, he quickly covered his private parts and flung another naked young man a terrified glance. The other naked young man sat shamelessly atop a long white table with ornately carved cabriolet legs and ball and clawed feet swinging his legs back and forth. His expression suggested playful arrogance, as if he were ready to take on a dare. He had dark unruly hair and rough stubble. His features were a combination of rough and tender, with a strong chin and soft eyes. The lines and details on the white table were as delicate and subtle as the lines that followed the naked young man’s muscles and curves. Although Andy knew he had never met this young man, he seemed oddly familiar and couldn’t quite place him. He reminded Andy of someone he’d known many years earlier, but not exactly.


The young man sent Andy a knowing smile and adjusted his position on the desk. As he spread his legs wider, he said, “There’s no need to be embarrassed. We don’t wear clothes here. Everyone gets used to it in time.” He had a smooth even voice, the voice of a well-trained actor.

“Well I do wear clothes,” Andy said. “Can I get a robe or something?”

“It’s all relative, man,” said the naked man. “You’ll get used to it.”

Andy kept his palms over his private parts and glanced up and down at the young naked man’s strong fuzzy legs. “Who are you and what am I doing here?”

The young man smiled again and reached back with both arms to rest the weight of his upper body on his palms. He seemed as if he wanted to show off his private parts. “Welcome to The Department of Second Chances. You can call me Rory, Andy, and I’ll be your guide for as long as you’re here.”

“My guide?”

“That’s right, Andy. I’m your guide.”

Andy felt a sting in his chest. Oh, he’d always hoped he wouldn’t lose his mind in his old age. And now his worst fear had come true. “How do you know my name?”

“I know everything about you, Andy,” Rory said. He seemed cocky now, with his head tilted sideways and one eyebrow higher than the other as if he were about to dare Andy to jump from a bridge.

“Wait a minute,” Andy said. “I know you. You’re that actor who once played James Dean, the one who was in the movie I just saw the other night on TV.” He’d always been bad with names of celebrities, politicians, and film titles. Andy had seen several of this actor’s films and he’d found him interesting in that scruffy, slightly messy way that had always attracted him the most. Although the actor was straight, he often played gay roles.

Rory laughed and shook his head. “Not really. I only look like him right now. We try to accommodate new arrivals by giving them guides that resemble people they are either attracted to or feel the most comfortable with. In your case, we decided this would be the best look since you’ve been so attracted to the young actor. We also know this actor reminds you of someone from your past.” He winked this time, as if he knew all of Andy’s deepest secrets.

Andy felt a pull in his stomach. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. No one had ever confronted him about his deepest desires for men this way and he didn’t know how to react. There was a man from Andy’s past and the young actor did remind Andy of him, but Andy had never shared this information with anyone. “I only like the guy’s movies, is all. He’s very talented. I’m not attracted to other men.”

 “Awe c’mon, Andy,” Rory said, with the slick voice of a used car salesman. “There’s no need to play games with me, buddy. We already know everything there is to know about you. We’ve been keeping records from the day you were born until the day you died.”

“I Died?”

Riverdaleavebooks.com Sale

Riverdaleavebooks Sale

I wanted to post about this separately today because sales like these don’t happen all that often. And if you’re not out pushing and shoving the crowds (like me) in stores this weekend you might be interested in stocking up on a few books at a discounted price. It’s also a simple web site to navigate just to check out for future reference. One of the owners is Don Weise who used to be senior editor at Alyson Books, long time LGBT publisher. There’s an interesting selection. The link is below.

From my Inbox:

Riverdale, New York – November 27, 2013 – Riverdale Avenue Books, the innovative hybrid publisher will offer 25% off of ebook titles starting at midnight on Black Friday. Shoppers will be able to purchase their holiday gifts and on Amazon, Barnes and Nobles, and Riverdale Avenue Books.

Deals will start after midnight on Black Friday and will last for 24 hours. This offer will apply to books priced over $2.99. Books included in the deal are the Amazon best sellers, In Bed with Gore Vidal and 50 Shades of Gay, and the critically acclaimed Spank Me, Mr. Darcy.

Riverdale Avenue Books publishes ebooks under five imprints: Riverdale Pop, pop culture titles; Riverdale/Magnus Books, a joint venture with award-winning publisher Magnus Books, LGBT titles; Riverdale HSF, a horror, science fiction and fantasy line; Riverdale Truth, an erotic memoir line; and Riverdale Desire, an erotica and erotic romance imprint.

“If you ever wanted to check out our books, this is a great opportunity,” said RAB Publisher Lori Perkins. “And everyone loves a gifted ebook! It’s a great way to give a ’stocking stuffer’ miles away.”

About Riverdale Avenue Books
Riverdale Avenue Books publishes e-books and print books under seven imprints: Riverdale Pop, a pop culture imprint; Riverdale/Magnus an award-winning publisher of LGBT titles; RAB HSF, a horror, science fiction and fantasy line; RAB Truth an erotic memoir line; RAB Desire an erotica and erotic romance imprint; and RAB Sports and RAB Gaming featuring sports and gaming titles. Visit us at www.RiverdaleAveBooks.com or call us at 212-279-6418.

Joan Rivers Defends Baldwin; Gay Thanksgiving Throwback

Joan Rivers Defends Baldwin

The only reason I’m posting about either of these two is because it goes along with the next part of this post, and how gay men like Tony and I have had to deal with being gay and living in a world where gay slurs often hit so hard and with such force it can unhinge the very core of someone’s psychological well-being. The closeted gay Amish friend I have knows what I’m talking about. The gay teen from Brooklyn whose father is a macho cop and uncle a macho fireman knows what I’m talking about. Any gay man who can pass as straight and who has ever feared being exposed knows what I’m talking about.

You can call me pretty much anything now and I’ll live, trust me on that. And that’s because I’ve been called everything there is at one point or another. I might even come after you and enjoy every minute of it. But there are a lot of other gay men who aren’t as secure and when they hear a gay slur it stings hard. Harder than most people would expect. Especially when the gay slur is made with vitriol and used with other pejoratives that conjure the worst associations.

I’ve posted about Alec Baldwin and what’s been happening since he made his “alleged” gay slurs, and not for the first time. And today the elderly entertainer, Joan Rivers, came out and supported him with what I can only describe as some kind of quasi Lenny Bruce freedom of speech defense. And in her attempt to disabuse the notions of Baldwin’s critics and what happened as a result of Baldwin’s public rant she only comes off looking way out of touch with the rest of America at best.

 “Everybody just relax,” Rivers noted, before hurling a series of slurs against Italians, African-Americans, Jews and gays, among other groups. “Everybody’s something, so why don’t we all just calm down?”

I’ve also posted about Rivers before, too, and how she often treats gay men as if they are pet poodles. I understand that a good deal of her thoughts and even her comedy material is generational and she comes from a time when the only openly gay men were the poor souls who couldn’t hide in a closet even if they tried. But the world has changed in the past decade, not all gay men are the same, and many of us don’t appreciate being treated as if we are a side show at the circus. At the risk of sounding like an angry gay man, it’s time to start giving all gay people the respect other minorities receive and that includes caution with words. It’s not that we don’t have a sense of humor either. Ellen makes us laugh and she’s not hurting anyone.

You can read more about Rivers here.

Gay Thanksgiving Throwback

Tony and I have a great deal for which to be thankful and we don’t take anything for granted. We’ve been through life and death situations and survived, we’ve been through opening businesses that were risky and did well, and we’ve been through living as a couple when gay marriage was still just a concept. For the past five years or so we’ve hosted a big Thanksgiving at our home for both our families. One year we emptied our living room and rented ten large tables and chairs so everyone had a place to sit. It varies from year to year because like all families brothers and sisters go to in-laws, take vacations, or just stay home and do their own thing. This year is smaller, with only twelve people, but the fact that we actually host Thanksgiving still blows me away.

We met in 1992 in December and our first Thanksgiving was in 1993. We went to separate Thanksgiving dinners because that’s what was expected of us. We both come from similar family backgrounds and neither of us was out of the closet at that point. In my case my family knew and it wasn’t discussed. In Tony’s case they had no idea. And for the first fifteen years of our relationship/marriage, that’s how we spent Thanksgiving day. For a while we became friendly with an older gay couple who hosted Thanksgiving dinner later at night each year. So Tony would go to his family, I would go to mine, and then we would meet up in separate cars later that night to be with other gay people. At least thanks to these friends we had a chance to spend part of Thanksgiving together. But just imagine for a moment what it would be like if you weren’t able to spend major holidays with your spouse for reasons beyond your control. Sure, we could have come out totally and slammed everyone at one time. But for us that’s not how things were done. And I know we’re not the only ones who lived this way.

But it started to get tired fast. Here we were living as a married couple and we didn’t even get a chance to spend holidays together because of the fact that we were gay. I never pushed Tony with the issue about his family because I knew it was a sensitive topic and I didn’t want to hurt him. You do those things for people you love and you make sacrifices. All that changed in 2007 when Tony was hospitalized and almost died. I’ve posted about that before and I’m not getting into it again. But that’s when I met Tony’s family for the first time, under the worst circumstances imaginable. Thankfully, it turned out to be a good thing and we supported each other through his illness and came out stronger because of that. I think of his family as mine now, and he’s the same way with my family. And since then life is much easier for us because of that time. It’s also better because we are living in different times and more and more gay people are coming out, getting married, and fighting for equal rights. However, I know there are other gay couples just like us doing the same things we used to do. And when I hear gay slurs, and I hear people defending gay slurs, it reminds me of all the holidays we missed and all the good times we lost when we were younger.

The first home we lived in was a town house about eight miles from where we live right now. But it wasn’t New Hope where things are more progressive, and we were smack in the middle of a cookie cutter town house development on a cul-de-sac in suburban Philadelphia, Newtown, PA. We were so busy back then we rarely took much notice of what was happening around us. But one Thanksgiving weekend in 1998 while we were putting up Christmas decorations outside our neighbor’s little boy said, “We should put up lights just like the fags next door, dad.” The father grabbed the kid and pulled him inside fast. We listed the town house the following week and moved to New Hope six months later so we’d never be placed in that particular degrading situation again.

I know I’ve told that story before somewhere, but when I heard about Baldwin and now Rivers, I felt like telling it again so people will understand the magnitude of what the word fag means to us.

Alec Baldwin Blames GLAAD; Authors Off the Shelf; 25 Questions Bisexuals Get

Alec Baldwin Blames GLAAD

I know the whole Alec Baldwin thing is getting tired, but according to this article Alec Baldwin blames GLAAD’s spokesperson, Rich Ferraro, for ending his short-lived TV show that I think was some kind of talk show. Don’t quote me on that.

Taking on the role of victim, Baldwin said this:

… You’ve got the fundamentalist wing of gay advocacy — (GLAAD spokesman) Rich Ferraro and (journalist) Andrew Sullivan — they’re out there, they’ve got you,’ Baldwin tells Gothamist. ‘Rich Ferraro, this is probably one of his greatest triumphs. They killed my show. And I have to take some responsibility for that myself.’

He also claims TMZ had something to do with it.

Ferraro disabused Baldwin’s rant once again. He thinks Baldwin should be thinking in a more positive way in the sense that Baldwin should be more focused on educating people about how damaging the word fag, or any gay slur, can be.

You can read more here… My own comment is that I do think we’ve become a little too politically correct. But in some cases we can’t go backward. Gay slurs like fag sting, and they sting hard. And if you’re in the public eye, and you’re one of the few privileged in a country like the US where wealth is no longer balanced, have the good sense to watch what you say.

Authors Off the Shelf

Authors Off the Shelf is a book pubbed by the owners of lazybeagleentertainment.com where a long list of authors collaborated to create a collection of pieces for charities they strongly believe in. It’s sort of an anthology with everything from novelettes to essays. At a glance, I see many names I often see on social media, including a few authors I’ve read several times. But more important, all proceeds from Authors Off the Shelf will be divided up four ways and distributed to four different charities.

 All 100% of the proceeds from the sales of this book will be going directly to these four charities. None of the authors, Lazy Beagle Entertainment, Rondal or Patrick will receive any profit. (Unfortunately we can’t stop the companies selling the book from receiving a profit when they sell the book.) You may also donate directly to these charities by accessing their websites.

You can read more here. And you’ll find links to where you can purchase the book, and the charities are listed with more links. The book is also being sold at most retail web sites I mention here all the time, including allromanceebooks.com. I’ll be purchasing my copy over the weekend. This is great timing for the Thanksgiving weekend.

25 Questions Bisexuals Get

I’ve always found bisexuals fascinating. Before I met Tony I always seemed to draw bisexual men to me without even trying to do this. It’s not like I actively went out looking for bisexual men. They always seemed to pick me out of the crowd, and one thing I do remember is they weren’t shy. Some of the questions below are interesting, and some are dumb. But I would imagine a lot of people are curious about bisexuals, so no question is really that dumb when you think about it.

#19 is amusing:

19) ‘Can I watch you have a threesome? No, seriously. Can I watch you have a threesome? Please. I’ll pay.’ (Georgia Stoke)

The assumption so many people make about bisexuals really being gay but not willing to admit it is something that’s always bothered me. What’s so hard to understand about being attracted to both sexes? But, in the same respect, the other thing that bothers me about bisexuals is that some of the ones I’ve met seem to think that because they are bisexual it gives them a free pass to not be monogamous. I’m not saying all, so please don’t get the wrong impression. I’m sure there are bisexuals out there who are in monogamous relationships/marriages, with either men or women, and they are living happy healthy lives. But with some of the bisexual men I’ve met I’ve found they are usually married to women and they often fool around with men on the side. In some cases they had open marriages and the wives knew all about it. No problem there. But in other cases they weren’t in open relationships and everything they did with men was on the down low. In other words, many of the bisexual men I’ve known seem to think that because they are attracted to both sexes they deserve to have sex with both sexes all they want. Kind of like having that proverbial cake and eating it, too. And that’s not how it works for me. If you’re a bisexual man and you’re either married to a man or a woman, stick with that one husband or wife just like the rest of us.  

Gay Waitress Scam; Gay Sex in UK; Alec Baldwin Canceled

Gay Waitress Scam

Not too long ago it made headlines when a gay waitress claimed a family left her a vicious note about her lifestyle instead of leaving the poor sweet thing a tip. Unfortunately, the waitress allegedly lied.

On the Gallop Asian Bistro check, there was no tip and a note saying: ‘Sorry, I cannot tip because I do not agree with your lifestyle and the way you live your life.’

As expected, people thinking the worst sent donations to the alleged liar and she made a small bundle. However, the family who was accused of doing this is fighting back and challenging the allegations she made against them. As well they should.

Two things to remember here: one, gays can lie and scam just like everyone else (I’ve known a few winners in my time who would rob you blind). Two, don’t send money to anyone on the Internet unless you know for certain it’s going to a viable cause. There are plenty of legit charities that need donations.

You can read more here.

Gay Sex in UK

This is one of those pieces you read for pure entertainment purposes. And sometimes we all need that.

British women who have had a same-sex experience has quadrupled since the sex survey was done in 1990, jumping from 4% to 16%.

In comparison, the numbers of men who have reported a same-sex experience has remained virtually unchanged since 1990 – around 7%.

These things are so speculative it’s impossible to really know, because I would bet bangers to beans most of the gay sex happening in the UK is on the down low just like it is all over the world.

You can read more here.

Alec Baldwin Canceled

First, I honestly can’t believe MSNBC would give Alex Baldwin a TV show at all, aside from the gay slurs he recently made. Who is in charge of boosting the ratings over there? It really doesn’t make sense, and you have to wonder how out of touch they are with America.

The low-rated Up Late With Alec Baldwin has been canceled in the aftermath of an incident in which an angry Baldwin was caught on video calling a photographer a ‘cocksucking fag’ because he got too close to his wife and baby.

 ‘We are jointly confirming that Up Late will not continue on MSNBC,” Baldwin and the network said in a statement.

You can read more here. And if you’re a fan of photo shop check out Baldwin’s photo with this article. I’m not sure if that’s shadowing or he’s sucking a lemon to strike that proverbial pose.