Category: gay fiction

Harry Potter Film Ignores Gay Leading Man; Neo-Nazi Tells Court He’s Bisexual; Another Kennedy, Again

Harry Potter Film Ignores Gay Leading Man

I’m surprised at Ms. Know-It-All, J. K. Rowling. I’ve never seen a Harry Potter film, and I never plan to see one. It’s not my genre, and it never will be. So I’m only linking to this. I do, however, have one comment at the end.

When asked whether Dumbledore’s sexuality will be mentioned at all in the film, director David Yates said:

“Not explicitly. But I think all the fans are aware of that. He had a very intense relationship with Grindelwald when they were young men. They fell in love with each other’s ideas, and ideology and each other.”

Clearly, a lot of gay people are not happy about this. You can read the rest here.

You’ve seen me rant about THAT film, Call Me By Your Name. I ranted because that’s a story about a 17 year old barely legal boy having a sexual relationship with an older man. It’s the same dismal story line gay men get all the time in films. But even worse, they refer to Call Me By Your Name as a gay romance when it is anything but a gay romance. And now this, with Harry Potter. God forbid anyone should give gay people a good romance, or show kids a positive love story between two men.

As someone in the comments pointed out, at least Star Trek did it correctly. 

Neo-Nazi Tells Court He’s Bisexual

Here’s a story about a guy who allegedly planned a “murderous attack” on gay people, but was stopped before he had the chance to do anything. And now he’s denying it. It’s very twisted. 

Now Stables is denying he planned any sort of terroristic attack, telling the court he’s not homophobic at all.
He says he’d written the posts simply to get a rise out of friends, adding: “Actually I am bisexual.”
His attorney claims Stables has Asperger’s syndrome.
Here’s the rest. If nothing else, in general, I think it’s a good example of why you should never, ever post anything on social media that’s damaging or violent. Unfortunately, I see people do it all the time and frankly I’m surprised we aren’t seeing more things like this in court. 
Another Kennedy, Again
I’m sure Joe Kennedy III is a great guy, with tons of talent, and I hope he has a bright future in politics. I’m not knocking him. But as a registered Democrat all my life, I’d like to see something a little different for a change. It’s like they just keep recycling that same strategy over and over, and no one new ever gets a chance. 
The overall tenor of Kennedy’s speech was distinctly anti-Tr–p, and more than a few pundits agreed he was the wrong person to be making that argument.
You can check this out, here. He is cute. There’s that. 
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A PG Rated Gay Romance

In Their Prime by Ryan Field

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Why ALL Authors Need A Spokesperson Just In Case; The Gay Model Who Left The Priest Homeless; Why Would Anyone Slam Carson Wentz?

Why ALL Authors Need A Spokesperson Just In Case

When I worked with an e-publisher called LoveYouDivine back in the 2000s there was an author who was dealing with cancer. She didn’t tell everyone about it and she dropped out of sight for a long time. Her name was Carol McKenzie. She eventually passed away, which was devastating for a lot of people, and her husband (and I believe the publisher) made an announcement online to let her readers and all the other authors know. And that made a difference. If no one had made an announcement we never would have known what happened to her. I think I heard about it at the time through Yahoo groups.

Recently, I noticed that an author I’ve been following for at least the last five years on social media has gone missing. He just stopped posting. His fans and other authors have no idea what happened to him. And this was someone who interacted a great deal on social media. He had a good following. So it really leaves everyone wondering where he went…wondering and worrying. It’s a very helpless feeling.

So if you’re an author and you have a web presence, plan ahead for things like this. Have at least one person in your life that you trust who can share news about you in case you have to drop out of sight for a while. People build online relationships now more than ever, and they take those relationships seriously. Especially in small communities like m/m romance. You don’t want to leave people wondering and questioning what happened to you. And you can let them know through someone else.

The Gay Model Who Left the Priest Homeless

Here’s more about the alleged gay model who left his much older husband…a former Catholic priest…homeless. I still don’t believe he’s really a model. He’s not model material. I just think he’s one of those pretentious gay guys who get a model portfolio and pretend they’re really models.

The story just got worse.

 The 24 year-old male model who left his 79 year-old retired priest husband homeless after he signed their apartment over to him has pawned his wedding ring, reports Pink News.

You can read the full story, here, and if you’re not familiar with this alleged male model there’s a full update.

Why Would Anyone Slam Carson Wentz?

I don’t know much about the Benham brothers, but this article is a little annoying to me. The author of this article is known for writing things like this. He’s going after the Benham brothers and he’s doing it through Carson Wentz now. It’s totally unfair to Wentz. 

And it’s quasi news that doesn’t make sense. I’m from the Philadelphia area and I love Carson Wentz. He’s a great guy, he’s talented, and I’ve never heard him say a bad thing about anyone. 

I don’t understand this need to go after Carson Wentz. He’s just a nice guy from what I’ve seen who is dealing with his own health issues right now.  

“Submission to political correctness creates weak men,” they write. “Men who lack the courage to stand for what they believe, simply for fear someone might get ‘offended.’”
Which is why, the continue, they are so fond of Eagles quarterback Carson Wentz.

You can read it all here. This article is proof that not everyone who is gay is nice. Sadly. 


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The Projector: New Release; The Milo Yiannopoulos Court Saga; Guys Are Going Commando; Watch Them Objectify Justin Trudeau

The Projector: New Release

Here’s my newest release, The Projector, which is also part of a limited edition I’m doing with Altered Parts. But I wanted to release both separately, with different covers. They aren’t related, except for the fact that I’m offering The Projector as a free bonus story with Altered Parts, here. 

In any event, The Projector is a long story that falls a few thousand words short of a novella…it’s 15,000 words. Here’s the blurb, and here’s the Amazon link. I also have it up for sale in other places, too, like Smashwords and iTunes.

Kyle Jacobson is a perfectionist on a mission. With an important school project that must be done on a certain night, during a certain time of the year, he plans everything right down to the last detail. He keeps his secret project so carefully guarded no one other than his boyfriend knows about it, because Kyle believes this could be the most important project of his academic career.

Unfortunately, Kyle’s boyfriend disappoints him at the last minute and Kyle is left to deal with his secret project alone. It becomes a true test of professional tenacity to see if he’ll follow through with his plans or abandon them completely.


Kyle has no idea what lies ahead of him that night, nor is he aware of how quickly life can change in the blink of an eye. But it soon becomes apparent he made the right choice that night, because the outcome of this project changes his entire perspective and his life in a totally unexpected way.


The Milo Yiannopoulos Court Saga

While I’m not a huge fan of any political pundit, I do find this lawsuit with Milo Yiannopoulos interesting from a publishing POV. And this is getting gritty now. The notes from Milo’s editor were released in court, and Milo’s fighting back with a few interesting allegations of his own. 

I’m not going to try to parse this one, and I’m not excerpting. You can check it out here. I’m going to follow this one to see what the outcome is. 

Keep in mind that most articles about this are highly slanted in one direction or the other.  

Guys Are Going Commando

There’s not much happening this week, obviously. Some company is selling gym shorts where guys can go commando…or that’s how it feels.  

The company has released a homoerotic commercial, er, “infomercial” that shows a dude repeatedly adjusting his junk and bending over in a G-string while his fratty friends attempt to tear his clothes off in public. You know, typical “guy” stuff.

It’s worth checking out the video, and the comments. The shorts actually look kind of comfortable. I thought the video was funny, but the people who commented clearly don’t agree with me. 

You can do that, here. 

Watch Them Objectify Justin Trudeau

Whenever I see things like this I can’t help wondering how people would react if this was done to a woman. Especially a woman politician. Think about that for a moment.

But getting back to those looks, a photo quickly went viral today that shows off Trudeau’s curves in all the right ways.

What follows that comment is a close up photo of Justin Trudeau’s ass. This really bothers me because I happen to have a lot of respect for Justin Trudeau. He is the only high profile politician that I can think of in recent years who has actually apologized to gay people for what they’ve gone through.  

We should be thanking Trudeau, not gaping at him.  

You can check it out here




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PC Gone Wrong: Students APOLOGIZE For Playing "Walk On the Wild Side" – Which Ass Is Cuter? Marcon Ass Or Trudeau Ass; A Real Transphobic Joke?

PC Gone Wrong: Students APOLOGIZE For Playing “Walk On the Wild Side”

A group of students in Canada recently apologized for playing the infamous, classic song, Walk On the Wild Side, because they thought they were being transphobic. They are now claiming the song is filled with “hurtful transphobic lyrics.” 
It’s come to our attention that the playlist we had on during bus pass distribution on Thursday contained a song with transphobic lyrics (Lou Reed, Take a Walk on the Wild Side). The playlist was compiled by one of the Executives with the intent of feeling like a road trip from the 70s and 80s. The song was included solely on those terms and made in ignorance as the person making the list did not know or understand the lyrics.

We now know the lyrics to this song are hurtful to our friends in the trans community and we’d like to unreservedly apologize for this error in judgement. 

The article moves forward and shows some of these so-called “hurtful” lyrics. And then it states that this song actually helped transgender visibility back in the day.

But the group of PC students in Canada don’t want to hear anything about THAT. Those poor little offended darlings believe it’s “hurtful.”

There’s a lot more you can check out here…with comments at the end.

Which Ass Is Cuter? Marcon Ass or Trudeau Ass

There’s not much to say about this one. It is what it is. One thing is for sure, you have to wonder what these publications are thinking sometimes. In one breath they are slamming people for not being PC enough (see below), and in the next they are objectifying men in the most awful ways. It’s interesting. Can you imagine how it would look if someone did this with two women politicians? It might break the Internet.

Do they even know what they are doing, and how wrong it is?

46-year-old Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau may be everyone’s favorite man crush, admired the world over for his thick, wavy hair, liberal politics, and boyish charm. But he may have just gotten a competitor.

Last Sunday, 39-year-old Emmanuel Macron was sworn in as President of France, officially making him youngest French head of state since Napoleon. Like Trudeau, he’s also cute and liberal with an adorable smile and striking jawline. 

You can check this one out here. You know, this is one of those times when I actually feel sorry for politicians.

A Real Transphobic Joke?

The PC police is out in full force and they’re not taking this one lightly, and, they’re letting this guy have it. They’re calling him names.

Bryce Powers from the upcoming season of The Bachelorette is more than just a pretty face. He’s also kind of a dirtbag.

This week, the bios for the season 13 contestants were released and–oh, guess what?–one of the guys has already cracked a transphobic “joke.”

When asked what his what his biggest dating fear was, Bryce replied: “The chick is actually a dude.”

You can check that out here. This time there’s an interesting discussion on the comment thread, with several opinions.

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Brokeback Mountain Author Pissed Off; Bubble Butts; Don Lemon Worst Journalist List 2014

Brokeback Mountain Author Pissed Off

The author of Brokeback Mountain, Annie Proulx, is making a few strong statements about how her short story was received and how it’s been interpreted in various ways over the years. The story, which became a huge bestseller and a ground-breaking feature film that many claim spawned the m/m romance genre, has never been without controversy. And that controversy has not always come in the form of traditional homophobia. I remember back when it was released and I was interviewing and reviewing gay male bloggers for bestgayblogs.com many gay men weren’t thrilled with the story or the film.They found fundamental flaws in the storyline, but I’m not getting into that right now. I thought it was a nice story, in a general sense.

In any event, this is what Proulx said, in part:

So many people have completely misunderstood the story. I think it’s important to leave spaces in a story for readers to fill in from their own experience, but unfortunately the audience that Brokeback reached most strongly have powerful fantasy lives. And one of the reasons we keep the gates locked here is that a lot of men have decided that the story should have had a happy ending. They can’t bear the way it ends — they just can’t stand it. So they rewrite the story, including all kinds of boyfriends and new lovers and so forth after Jack is killed. And it just drives me wild.

I really don’t know what she’s talking about when she says “men” are doing this. But I may have missed that. My only comment is that after writing and getting published for many years in the concentrated genre of gay fiction I’ve found more than a few things interesting in the past ten years, since BM became so popular. One of them is that I still can’t get over how many people coming from a place of privilege can’t wait to tell gay writers how to do “it.” Another thing is how little they really know about gay men.

But I really don’t want to get off track here. I’ve done parodies of mainstream classic stories with gay characters, like An Officer and His Gentleman and Pretty Man. But frankly, the one story I always thought was off limits as a parody in this case was Brokeback Mountain. I wouldn’t parody a gay story…unless I were to do it with straight characters.  And I think I know exactly what Proulx is talking about this time. I just wish she’d been more specific in her rant. 

You can read the rest here.  

I highly suggest reading the rest of this in full. I really don’t have any strong comments on this one. I actually find it interesting when readers take my books and stories and reinterpret them in various ways. I don’t mind it in the least.

Bubble Butts

This is all about the sexy photo column at Queerty.com. I’ve been following it all year and I love some of the things they’ve done…especially about breaking body image stereotypes. I follow a pop star on social media and he posts some of the hottest photos online. But most are photo shopped. When he posts a real photo of himself, even though I think it’s hotter than the photo shopped pics, you’d be amazed at how many will criticize him. He’s absolutely adorable, yet they can’t wait to point out his flaws.   

This year, Queerty launched a new photos column, Homo Erotica, that highlighted various sexual styles and looks while celebrating sexy men of all sorts. Over the past 12 months, we’ve covered foot fetishes to armpit fetishes, hairy older hunks to twinks, with a few bubble butts and beer bellies thrown in for good measure. It’s been an interesting year, and we’re looking forward to bringing you even more homo horseplay in 2015.

You can check out the pics here. I think the cute guy with the belly is adorable.

Don Lemon Worst Journalist List 2014

I think most readers know I usually support everything LGBT. But I don’t think it’s wise to blindly support anyone just because he or she is LGBT, especially when an openly gay journalist like Don Lemon makes ridiculous comments about women and rape. Sexual orientation doesn’t give anyone a free pass to be arrogant or obnoxious. Dumb I can overlook. But I find it hard to believe anyone can reach the point of CNN anchor and be stupid. 

The worst journalist list was created by Columbia Journalism Review and those on the list are considered to have made the most “cringe-worthy” remarks during the year. 

David Uberti, the Review’s fellow wrote in a post why Lemon deserves to be ranked along with other missteps in journalism this year. 

‘As one of the most recognizable anchors on CNN, Don Lemon has helped lead the cable network’s coverage of the biggest stories of the year. Live television is exceedingly difficult to produce, of course, but Lemon’s gaffes this year offer a case study in how to choose words wisely — or not.’

 Uberti highlighted several controversial comments made by Lemon including telling an alleged rape victim of Bill Cosby, ‘You know, there are ways not to perform oral sex if you don’t want to do it… Meaning the use of teeth, right?’ 

The anchor also pondered whether Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 was swallowed by a black hole.

You can read the rest here. It gives us all hope for the future journalists coming our way. At least they nailed this one. It’s also one reason why I refuse to even watch CNN anymore.

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New Release: Chase of a Christmas Dream

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New Release: Chase of a Christmas Dream

I don’t always post about new releases this way, with a stand alone blog post. But I wanted to add something about this Christmas book in a little more detail. This is part of the Chase series I started with my first indie book, Chase of a Lifetime, and the characters have changed and evolved over the past few years in ways I couldn’t have predicted when I released the first book. In fact, I didn’t plan this to be a series at all. And the only reason I turned it into a series is because I enjoy the characters myself so much.

In the book previous to this one, Chase of a Holy Ghost, Jim Darling-Mayfield goes through several disappointing, life-changing events that I can’t post about now because of spoilers. But Chase of a Christmas Dream gives Jim a chance to fill the voids in his life…the things he is missing and the fears he’s taken on, because of all the trauma he’s experienced. He even winds up going to a fortune teller in this book, out of frustration and fear. I tried to make that part humorous, but there’s also a deeper side to it I hope people will understand.  I’m actually very interested in the metaphysical and I took a lot of my own personal experiences and added them here.

Jim also meets someone new through Doc Sharp. He’s a young man who did a tour of duty in Afghanistan as a Marine, and he’s got more than a few surprises for both Jim and Len. Again, I don’t want to give out spoilers, but I think this part of the book…and series…shows how much Jim doesn’t care about convention or what most people think of as perfection. The fundamental flaw, if it could even be referred to as a flaw, in the Marine is something that I think helps all the characters move forward. And it shows how people can beat all the odds no matter what life hands them.

In any event, here’s the blurb for the book as posted on Allromanceebooks.com. I’ll post as many links as I have, and will update as I get more. Here’s the Smashwords link. I will post more free excerpts, too.

 Although Jim and Len Mayfield have had a rough year with the death of Arturo and Radcliff’s cancer surgery, Christmas at COAL Ranch is still something everyone’s looking forward to, especially their son, Culum. The entire family is arriving for a week and Len has planned his annual Christmas Eve horse and buggy ride around the ranch. This Christmas is a little different because they’ve met a sexy, handsome former Marine who lost his leg in Afghanistan, Jim’s dad is dealing with chemotherapy, and Len’s mom is now dating a former Catholic priest.

Everything should be perfect this Christmas, however, Jim is terrified something bad might happen to ruin their plans. So he visits a dubious fortune teller in Hollywood who sells him an eight hundred dollar “magic” candle that will keep all evil and impending doom away from his family. When he leaves the fortuneteller he feels so safe he doesn’t think anything bad can ever happen to his small family again.


Then fate takes over and Jim and Len face another surprise crisis that threatens to destroy the happiness they’ve worked so hard to build. And this Christmas could turn out to be one of the worst they’ve ever shared. Will the sexy former Marine who lost his leg be able to fill the void in Jim’s life he can’t seem to figure out? And will the fortune teller’s tragic prediction actually come true?

Release Day: Cage James by Ryan Field

Release Day: Cage James by Ryan Field

I don’t normally do an individual post for a book release, but I’ve had a lot going on this summer and I wanted to make sure this post about Cage James gets out before I forget and start posting about something else.

Cage James is a m/m novella that’s not exactly a romance, but it’s not exactly a thriller either. It’s a little different from what I normally do and it has a few of the quirky aspects that I used to add all the time to short stories I wrote for LGBT presses. For one thing, I think there is a happy ending depending on how you look at it. For another, I think there are a few topics in this story that haven’t been mentioned in other m/m novels. I also get into gay marriage in a very different way this time. It’s not the typical happy courtship promoting assimilation, but it is a reality in real gay life that happens with many men, especially where one is very wealthy and one has nothing at all.

Though I’m not trying to make any political or social statements with this book, I do think the topic of gay hustlers marrying for money is relevant and common in some circles. I also wanted to break the stereotype that this sort of thing only happens with older gay men and younger gay men. The two characters in this story are both around the same age.

In any event, here’s the cover, and the blurb is below. I’ll continue to post links as I get them. It take a while for Amazon to upload.

Blurb:

Hot San Francisco male stripper, Cage James, needs money to pay back loan sharks or he’s in big trouble. He knows he’ll be able to get the money, plus enough to never have to work again in his life, but he has to stall them for a while. His plan is flawless and all he has to do is marry a kinky young gay billionaire legally and find out where he keeps all his cash hidden. But Cage winds up falling in love with one of the big, strong-fisted loan sharks, losing control, and then dealing with a situation he never saw coming.

Sidenote: If anyone’s interested in a complimentary review copy, please contact me here rfieldj@aol.com. I’m going to start giving out ten copies of new releases to people who are willing to review in exchange for a free book. It’s strictly for review and how you review the book is up to you. Of course I hope you love it, but that’s not a requirement in order to get an ARC. The only requirement is that you leave an authentic review somewhere. I’m not picking and choosing either. The ARCs go out to the first ten people who e-mail me about it. Please put “Review Copy: Cage James” in the subject line of the e-mail.

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FREE Gay Excerpt; Mr. Gay Europe; Cat Cafes in Europe; Dangers in Gay Cruising

Mr. Gay Europe

There’s a contest where gay men compete to become Mr. Gay Europe, and a UK man named Stuart Hatton Jr. is in the race this year. He recently discovered something hugely flattering in his own small town in the UK. They put up a roadside message supporting him.

‘I’M OVERWHELMED!’ wrote Hatton Jr. ‘The road signs in my home town of South Shields say ‘VOTE STUART HATTON’. Oh my goodness you have no idea how I’m feeling right now. It’s amazing. Thanks South Tyneside. Wish I was there to see it. Greetings from Austria. Voting closes tomorrow.’

You can read more here. There’s a photo of Hatton, too.

Cat Cafes in Europe

Who would have thought that Cat Cafes would ever become popular. May she rest in peace, our cat who lived to be 18 years old would have loved this. I can just hear the hisses and growls now. And, it seems there are long waiting lists to get into these places.

Finding it very difficult to avoid feline puns, we combed through a selection of Europe’s most popular cat cafes for some do’s and don’ts. We were unable to visit, as many have waiting lists up to two months! But don’t let that deter you from getting some face time with these furry friendlies.

You can read more here. They list a few places if you’re interested in checking them out.

Dangers in Gay Cruising

There’s a film out that’s being touted as a French gay thriller that mentions the dangers involved with gay cruising. It’s titled, Stranger by the Lake, and it won the Queer Palm award.

The film is a mix of beach sunsets, steamy encounters and brutal murders by renowned ‘bad boy’ of French cinema, director Alain Guiraudie, who won the award for Best Director at Cannes.

There’s more here, with photos and clips. I think it look interesting. The problem is figuring out how to actually see it. We used to have a very progressive video store in New Hope, for years. But like all video stores they shuttered a few years ago and it’s not easy to get access to films like this as quickly as it used to be. I doubt I’ll see this one on Verizon on demand. 

FREE Gay Excerpt Four Gay Weddings and a Funeral by Ryan Field

This is an excerpt from my book, Four Gay Weddings and a Funeral. It’s a gay parody very loosely based on the movie Four Weddings and a Funeral. It’s not fanfic. I’m not a fan of the film or the way it was done. It’s a sexy, erotic, satiric, and at times emotional take on a classic storyline done for gay people and those who like to read about gay people.

This is the unedited raw version because HTML doesn’t like converting PDF. But the content of the pubbed version is the same.

When the weight lifter left, Neil was struggling with the pants on his rented tuxedo. His hands were moving so fast he couldn’t get the suspenders on. His white shirt was still sticking out of his pants and he hadn’t even bothered with underwear. The weight lifter slapped his ass and said, “Maybe we’ll see each other around sometime. I had fun.”

            Neil fastened one of the suspenders to his pants and laughed. It was all so casual and pointless. His life had come down to nothing more than having sex with strange men and going to weddings. If he’d had the time that morning, he might have sat down and wondered what was wrong. But he smiled and said, “I had fun, too. Sorry I was in such a rush this morning. See you around, man.” He knew he’d probably never see him again and he was fine with this. It wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last.

            A few minutes after that, Neil grabbed his car keys and wallet and met Thai on the front steps. “How do I look?”

            She reached up and adjusted his tie. “You look gorgeous as usual,” she said. “No one would even know you just climbed out of bed with another Jersey Shoreguy.

            He laughed. His friends often teased him about his taste in men. They almost always looked the same…big, hot, and not too bright. Neil had a thing for macho types with dark hair. And they weren’t always that easy to find. “He bought me a drink last night. He was a nice guy.”

            “I’m sure he was,” Thai said. “How do I look?”

She was wearing a hideous yellow bridesmaid’s dress with a big white flower on the sash and a huge bow at the base of her spine. Thai had never been able to lose that punk rock-emo look from high school. And she now worked in the garment district where the dress code was loose enough to wear anything. Her bright red spiked hair and silver gothic jewelry looked so out of place with that tasteless yellow dress it caused a pull in Neil’s stomach. The long black fingernails didn’t help. But he smiled and said, “You look beautiful for someone who just woke up.”

She punched him in the chest. “I look like Little Bo Peep on fucking LSD and you know it. I’d like to know what happened to that stereo type that says all gay men are tasteful and know fashion. Because these piss yellow bridesmaid’s dresses that Kevin and Larsen chose are worse than what I wore for my cousin Tina’s wedding in New Jersey. And they were fucking lavender.”

Neil would have agreed with her if there’d been time. But it was pushing eleven o’clock and they were originally supposed to be in Sag Harbor by noonto make sure everything went smoothly. As it stood now, barring any major complications on the road, they’d get there just in time for the wedding to start. So he grabbed her by the arm and led her down the stairs. They walked so fast to Neil’s parking garage they almost ran. Thankfully, it was a cool morning in May and they didn’t have to worry about sweating. In August, this would have been a nightmare. But when they climbed into Neil’s black Jeep Wrangler and the motor wouldn’t turn over, Neil’s stomach jumped sideways.

“What’s wrong?” Thai asked. “Are you out of gas?”

Neil tried to start the Jeep again and all he heard was a soft ticking sound. “I think the battery is dead.”

“This is a new car,” Thai said. “You just bought it last September.”

Neil shrugged. “I guess I left the lights on again.” He’d done this twice in the past month. He didn’t drive often in the city, but he liked having a car in New York so he could get out of town on weekends and visit friends in Long Island and Pennsylvania. He opened his door and said, “We’d better take your car.”

“Are you serious?” Thai asked. “I haven’t driven that car in a month. We’ll look like a couple of fucking idiots.”

Thai liked keeping a car in New York, too. But only because she’d inherited it from her grandmother and couldn’t part with it. It was a white l985 Cadillac Eldorado, with spiked chrome wheels and one of those exaggerated spare tire compartments on the trunk lid. People teased her about it all the time, partly because the car was falling apart and partly because it looked like the kind of car a pimp would have driven in l985.

Neil climbed out of the Jeep and shrugged. “We don’t have much of a choice. A taxi would cost a fortune.”

So they crossed the street and ran three blocks down to the cheaper outdoor garage where Thai parked the Eldorado. Neil took the keys from her hand and they climbed inside and put on their seatbelts. The car didn’t start on the first try. It didn’t start on the second either. But when he turned the key a third time the old motor came to life with a deep growl and he slipped it into gear.

For an old car, this one had more power than Neil’s brand new Jeep. When he made a right turn, he heard a strange growl coming from the rear end. The entire car jerked and lunged a few times before they got onto the LIE, and the brakes squeaked and squealed every time he had to stop at a traffic light. But traffic wasn’t too heavy on the LIE and Neil reached Sag Harborin record breaking time. Of course he had to drive on the shoulder a few times. And he had to weave in and out of traffic so often people flipped him the bird every five minutes. But he pulled up to the church just as the groom was getting out of the limousine and parked sideways between a black Bentley and a navy blue Jaguar. Thai said she would have parked that car behind the church where no one could see it. But Neil said they were too late to care about what anyone thought.

Kevin and Larson were one of those gay couples where the lines were clearly drawn. Kevin had the tool kit and he fixed the toaster. Larson had the cookware and he made the made the toast. And they never mixed things up. Kevin worked in the athletic department where he and Neil had gone to college. And Larson was part owner of a small floral boutique in the West Village. Kevin wore plaid shirts and lumbered down the sidewalk with heavy strides; Larson wore pale cotton prints and was so light on his feet it often looked as if they weren’t even touching the sidewalk. It was no surprise to Neil that Larson wore the pure white tuxedo that day and that he was the one walking down the aisle, holding a massive bouquet of white roses with rainbow streamers that fell to his knees.

Neil and Thai unfolded from the car and Thai asked Neil to zip up her dress. Then they jogged up to the limousine just as Larson’s mother and father were getting out. Craig and Luke, two more good friends, were already there to greet Larson. Craig and Luke had been together for a long time. Though Craig was fifteen years older than Luke and he had the silver hair and paunch to prove it, they balanced each other so well Neil often thought of them as the most perfect couple he knew, gay or straight. And whether they were legally married or not, Neil would always think of them as the perfect couple.

Neil noticed that Larson’s white groom’s tuxedo was a little too tight around his full waist and his hair had been styled with a little too much product. It looked too stiff and shiny. And he’d had it styled in that new, trendy way, where the hair on top of his head gathered to form a point that reminded Neil of a Mohawk. This was a huge mistake in Neil’s opinion. The only men who could pull off a hair style like that well were flawless male models, not floral designers who were twenty-five pounds overweight. But try telling that to a gay man on the morning of his wedding after he’d spent a small fortune getting botox injections. And the white bouquet of roses Larson held made Neil wince for a second. If Neil were getting married, which he had no intention of doing any time soon, he wouldn’t have done things this way. But he’d learned a long time ago to keep his mouth shut when it came to weddings.   

As usual, Larson was so nervous his hands were shaking, which made the streamers on the bouquet dangle like strands of wilted spaghetti. Neil overheard Larson asking people if he looked fat and the people were sending him reassuring smiles and telling him he’d never look better in his life. When Larson asked Craig if his hairstyle was too trendy, Craig smiled and said, “You have the face for it, sweetie.” Then Craig glanced at Neil and rolled his eyes. Neil wasn’t certain of this, because he was closer to Kevin than Larson, but he had a feeling the stocky woman in the light blue frilly affair was Larson’s mother. All Larson needed was a matching pill box hat and some lipstick and he could have been her twin sister.

When Larson saw Neil and Thai red-faced and out of breath, he pressed his palm to his chest and said, “Why aren’t you up there with Kevin, Neil? You’re supposed to be waiting for me. You’re the best man. I can’t believe you’re late.” Then he threw his arms up over his head and Luke jumped in and started to pat his back to calm him down.

Neil didn’t stop to talk. He didn’t want Larson asking him any dumb questions. Besides, Larson’s voice was filled with panic and Neil didn’t want to upset him. He just grabbed Larson’s arms and said, “You look gorgeous. Great hair. I’ll see you inside.” Then Neil left Thai with the other bridesmaid’s and ran into the church to stand at the alter next to Kevin.

On his way in, Neil spotted two more good friends sitting at the back of the church, Portia, a tall elegant young woman with straight blond hair who worked in publishing, and Mark, an extremely good looking guy who worked with Neil in the same school teaching the hearing impaired. Mark looked like the actor, Matt Damon, and was almost completely deaf. Neil greeted Mark by signing with his hands. He hugged and kissed Portia on the cheek and complimented her flamboyant black hat. It was an elaborate, wide-brimmed affair with a leopard ribbon. Way too much for most women. She looked more like she was going on a Greek cruise than a wedding on Long Island. All she needed were big dark sunglasses and a long cigarette holder to finish the outfit. But this is one of the reasons why she always had so many gay friends, especially gay men. For some of them, Portia was the drag queen they’d always wanted to be.  

 By the time Neil reached the alter, Kevin was talking to two other guys in the wedding party. When he glanced back over his shoulder and saw Neil approaching, he sighed with relief and said, “I was just about to get another best man. What happened to you?”

“I’m sorry, man,” Neil said. “We hit traffic.” He couldn’t say he’d overslept in the arms of a well hung weight lifter from Brooklyn. He couldn’t tell his best friend the backs of his legs were still sore from getting fucked so many times the night before by this weight lifter from Brooklyn.

Kevin took a closer look at him. He fixed his tie and said, “Why are your lips all swollen?”

“Allergic reaction to a peanut I ate this morning,” Neil said. “I’ll live.” He’d never been allergic to anything in his life. He’d been hearing a lot about peanut allergies lately with the kids at his school. He couldn’t tell Kevin his lips were still swollen because he’d been sucking the weight lifter’s cock all night. Being allergic to peanuts seemed plausible.

The two other guys hugged Neil and went to the back of the church. Neil knew one of them was related to Larson. But he wasn’t sure where the other guy had come from. He’d learned that weddings were like this. They huddled people who didn’t know each other together for one day and then he wouldn’t see them again until the next wedding.

When Kevin and Neil sat down in the first row, Kevin asked, “How is Larson holding up?”

Neil laughed. “You don’t want to know.”

“I was afraid of that,” Kevin said. “He’s been so high strung about this wedding.” There were beads of perspiration around Kevin’s temples and his face was bright red. He didn’t seem to be holding up too well either. “I told him we should have just gone down to city hall and kept it simple. But not Larson. He wanted a huge wedding and he wanted it to be in a gay church. He said it was the most important day of his life and he wanted the wedding he’d always dreamed about as a child.”

While Kevin was rambling on about the frustrations associated with weddings, Neil glanced back over his shoulder to see what was happening and he noticed a tall man with medium blond hair walk into the church. The man wore a light gray suit and he held his head higher than everyone else around him. Neil turned around and said, “These people who just waltz into weddings late irritate me beyond words.”

Kevin sent him a glare and blinked. Then the organist began to play Here Comes the Brideand Neil rolled his eyes. Even Cannon in D, though a cliché by now, would have been a better choice for a gay wedding. When the guests stood up and turned around, Larson was standing at the back of the church with his father. Thankfully, Larson had forgone the white veil and the white peau de soie pumps. Other than that, Larson wanted to follow tradition right down to the last letter, which included having his father give him away. Neil wasn’t so sure about this either. Even though Neil’s parents were dead, Neil would have done it differently if they’d been alive. Does anyone really need to be given away after the age of twenty-one?

When Larson and his father began to slowly walk down the aisle, keeping with the beat of the organist, Kevin leaned into Neil’s side and whispered, “You have the rings, don’t you?”

Neil felt a wave of panic rush through his body. But he smiled, patted his pocket, and said, “Right here in my pocket. No problems, buddy.”

Kevin wiped a drop of perspiration from his brow. “Well that’s a huge relief.”

Neil continued to smile. But his face grew hot and his heart started beating faster. When he’d patted his pocket, there was nothing there. And then he remembered he’d left the rings in the glove compartment of his Jeep the day before, knowing they would be safe there in case he forgot to bring them. He never did things like this. He was always responsible and dependable. Neil bit his bottom lip and glanced back and saw that Larson was now in the middle of the aisle, smiling and nodding at guests he passed along the way. If Larson hadn’t been holding the bouquet, Neil had a feeling he might have been sending people the Queen of England’s wave.

Neil gulped and swallowed. Thai and the other two bridesmaids were right behind Larson and they seemed to be gaining momentum. He had no idea what he was going to do about the rings. This was the kind of thing that could send Larson into a full fledged panic. He might even pass out right there at the alter and ruin the wedding. Neil wasn’t wearing any jewelry himself that day so he couldn’t even offer a ring of his own. Neil had to come up with something fast, otherwise Kevin would never forgive him for ruining his wedding day.
 
Four Gay Weddings and a Funeral
 
by Ryan Field
 

Porn’s Chris Harder; Death of LGBT Publishing?

Porn’s Chris Harder

Here’s a link to an article, below, that’s written by a gay porn star, Chris Harder, about the typical day of a porn star. He eats nothing but chicken all week long, goes to Duane Reade for fleet enemas (yup), and shops seventh avenue for jock strap fabric. It’s actually very well written, and far more humble (and humorous) than anything I’ve read in a long time. I don’t even know who he is and I like him already.

7:30 a.m. :
I’m up. That’s right, I’m not going to bed, I’m up and staggering into the kitchen, starting my morning ritual which almost always begins with a cup of coffee. If I’m lucky, I’ll beat my roommate into the bathroom (he works a 9-5 for a publicity agency) and if not, I’ll hop around in my Mr. Peanut’s pyjama pants trying not to focus on the dribbling sound of the percolator in the background. Today is a busy day. I have “city errands” and a training session plus a double booking in the evening. I’m also trying to wrap up a party I’m throwing next week and finalize my own bookings for the following month.

I really like pieces like this because we often get conflicting impressions about those who work in any area of the adult entertainment industry. We also get a lot of attitude and judgment from those who don’t particularly care for the adult entertainment industry and I think well written pieces like this disabuse so many of the critics by showing instead of telling. In a way I understand a lot of the things people like Harder go through because I write erotic gay romance. I have to admit that Harder sounds a lot more patient than I am.

You can read more here, and check out Chris Harder’s web site here.

Death of LGBT Publishing?

When I read pieces like this I often just shake my head and wonder WTF? Are they serious? They’re talking about the death of the LGBT publishing industry and never before has there been a better time for LGBT writers? Not longer than ten years ago the only LGBT writers who succeeded in getting a single author title published were those with the right connections and the biggest mouths…the pushiest annoying ones who knew how to work it the best. The rest of the LGBT writers were lucky if they submitted a short story to a small press anthology and got paid a $50.00 flat fee…months after the book was actually released and making money for the publisher. Oh, isn’t THAT a great system?

And what about reader choices? Well, we were limited to what “they” wanted us to read, which was usually nothing but dark, depressing quirky content that catered to those on the fringes.    

Giovanni’s Room in Philadelphia is the oldest and possibly largest LGBT bookstore in the nation. And now, after four decades, it’s closing. This news should make everyone involved in the business of LGBT literature — publishers, editors, authors, reviewers, and, of course, readers — pause and consider what this means for the future of their industry.

I guess it’s all a matter of perspective, because I have personally never seen such a boom in LGBT publishing in the twenty plus years I’ve worked as an author and editor. The competition is astounding. The connection to readers is even more spectacular. I’ve met closeted Amish men reading LGBT fiction on tablets they keep hidden, straight women from the UK and other countries, and so many others I could fill this page with examples. There are LGBT presses with stables of authors writing LGBT content, all getting a chance at their dream. There are readers who are buying ten or more books each week and devouring LGBT content. I’ve even seen kickstarter campaigns raise large sums of money for LGBT indie authors working on some extremely serious social material. The only thing that’s dying is the old gatekeeper system that was designed to keep most LGBT writers out and only a select handful in…not to mention the fact that most (not all) literary agents wouldn’t even touch most LGBT writers ten years ago.

The author of the piece blames Amazon for all this, of course. But doesn’t mention how many books LGBT writers sell at allromanceebooks.com…or Smashwords…or right from the publisher’s web site. But the most shocking thing to me is this about LGBT writers in the Philadelphia area:

Local authors will be hurt. Many of these write series, such as mysteries — and readers, many of whom do not depend on the Internet for their book news, would learn of a new title in the series only by seeing it on the shelf. Ed gave local authors prominence: window displays and stacking by the register. Amazon will give them nothing, perhaps not even mention of Philadelphia. These authors will see their royalties dip significantly.

I’m a local author. I live in the Philadelphia suburb of New Hope, PA. I’ve been working so hard on novels with gay content for the past seven years Tony and I haven’t taken a vacation other than 3 days in Vermont to get married in seven years. I work with e-publishers, European publishers, and I also indie publish a lot of my own work. I’m part of an indiegogo campaign with a Hollywood studio that’s producing a documentary about same sex marriage in Vermont and I’ll be offering a novel in support. As for royalties, I recently saw a gay author on social media claim that because his last royalty check was so good he can now afford that new Mac he’s been wanting for so long. I see similar things from many other gay authors. But more important, there’s never before been a better time for straight women authors writing gay content, especially m/m romance. I know one who was able to quit her day job and write full time.

So while I am sorry to see Giovanni’s room shutter this month, I’m sorrier for nostalgic reasons because this is the end of an era we won’t see return. I do feel bad about that. But in a way it was this very same system that kept places like Givoanni’s room open for so long that also kept many LGBT writers hidden from view and silenced because they were not chosen as the select few to be published. In many cases it was a matter of luck. And now that technology has changed that, and the way people read and shop for their books has changed (in all genres), I think we’re only beginning to see a new era in LGBT publishing, with more writers and voices than we’ve ever seen before.

The death of Giovanni’s Room isn’t merely a stab at the heart of a community in Philadelphia; it’s one more victim of an ailment that sickens us all.

It’s also a good example of how times change, we all move forward, and nothing remains the same.

You can read the entire piece here. My comments were not designed as a rant, not by any means. He does make a few interesting points in some places. I only wanted to point out that in a general sense most of the changes I’ve seen in LGBT publishing have been for the best, not the worst. I actually never thought I would live long enough to see so many LGBT writers get a voice, publish their books, and sell their books. I also never thought I’d live long enough to see so many straight people reading LGBT content. And I don’t take that lightly, not for one single moment.

Depp-Kimmel Gay Kiss; FREE Gay EXcerpt; Neil Patrick Harris on Letterman

Depp-Kimmel Gay Kiss


There was a kiss between Johnny Depp and Jimmy Kimmel a short time ago that everyone seemed to find amusing, and they repeated the kiss once again this week.

Johnny Depp kissed Jimmy Kimmel on live TV on Monday – the second time in a row that the pair have kissed during an appearance by Depp on the show.

Depp came prepared with a stick of lip balm which he repeatedly applied during the interview to let Kimmel know what was coming.

You can read about it here, and see a clip.

I have to be honest. Normally I would take offense to something like this because even though it’s funny at times it does call attention to the fact that two men kissing is, and always has been, considered taboo (or laughable). There’s also the underlying hint of shame. But in this case I don’t find it offensive because it’s handled well, and because it is bringing something taboo out into the mainstream. As a kid I can still recall when it was considered taboo…or shocking…for people of different races to kiss on TV. It took time to break out of that mold. And I highly doubt that if a white man kissed Oprah Winfrey on TV now anyone would find it the slightest bit amusing. In fact, I would dare them to laugh.  

Now I’d like to see Jimmy Kimmel and Neil Patrick Harris kiss.

Neil Patrick Harris on Letterman

There were rumors going around that openly gay Neil Patrick Harris was a strong contender to replace David Letterman when Letterman retires in about a year. The rumors were put to rest recently when it was announced Stephen Colbert would replace Letterman instead of Harris.

Harris took to Twitter to congratulate the host of The Colbert Report who will take over for Letterman next year.

He tweeted: ‘I’m thrilled for @StephenatHome replacing Dave. He’s a fantastic choice. I’m a huge fan. Colbert is rad.

My first thought when I heard this was WTF? If you ask me, and not because Neil Patrick Harris is gay, I think CBS just handed Jimmy Fallon the title of King of Late Night Television on a silver platter. I would have chosen Johnny Knoxville. It’s time for something different.

In any event, you can read more here.

FREE Gay Excerpt

I have a new book coming out soon in the Bad Boy Billionaire series, Palm Beach Stud. I’ll update with links and more info as I get it, but here’s an excerpt and description. You can find it here at the publisher’s web site.

Description:

The interesting thing about true love is that it never really ends for those who know what it means to love openly and honestly with all their hearts. It’s something that’s hard to define, and yet it’s so deep in the soul it can’t be ignored. And Brady Bradley is no exception to this rule when he finds himself marrying a man he respects and admires, but doesn’t love as much as his first husband. Brady is one of those people who are damaged by love at a young age, and he’s never recovered. All he’s looking for with his second husband is trust, honesty, and a sense of emotional security he never could find with his bad boy first husband. But one week before the wedding, Brady’s ex-husband returns to Palm Beach with his new, younger boyfriend and a business partner who wants to buy Brady’s family home. Although everyone—including Brady’s family—loves his billionaire ex-husband, Brady only sees the man who cheated on him and ruined his entire life. Will Brady be able to move forward with his life and marry the sensible, practical man in a bowtie? Or will he wind up devastated again by the same brand of daydreaming that once left him wrecked?

Here’s the excerpt…raw version, but no much different than the published novel.

 

“Dude, where are you?” Lawrence said. He was shouting in the main hall now. Brady had been amazed at how much Lawrence had changed since Christmas. Lawrence had grown a few inches, his body had filled out, and his voice had taken on a stronger, deeper tone. He was now in the beginning stages of what Brady portended would be a very good looking young man with dark straight hair.
            Brady slumped down on the beige moiré wing chair to avoid being seen. He’d promised Lawrence he’d take him to the beach that afternoon and he’d been prolonging it for as long as he could. He loved his sixteen year old younger brother, but the ten year age difference between them often made Brady feel more like his dad than his brother. And all these wedding plans were starting to make Brady’s right eyelid twitch. He’d wanted a simple wedding, with just family and a few close friends. But when Michele heard he was engaged to be married to Farman, she’d insisted on a large wedding, at the house, where she could walk Brady down the aisle. For Michele it was more of a political statement than an emotional statement. She’d always supported Brady’s lifestyle as a gay man and she wanted all her friends to know this. If Brady had argued against having a large wedding with Farman, he knew this would have hurt his mother’s feelings, and she’d always been so supportive of his lifestyle he just couldn’t do that.
            Lawrence walked into the drawing room and glanced down at the sofa. He kicked the floor with his big sneaker and sighed aloud. When he turned and saw Brady in the wing chair, he frowned and asked, “When are we going to the beach?” Though he was on the verges of manhood, at that moment he still sounded like a little boy.
            “In a few minutes,” Brady said. “I have to choose a thank you note.” They had access to their own private beach, but Lawrence had insisted on going to the beach at The Breakers because there were more people his age…or at least he hoped there would be. He was straight and he’d reached that age where he’d just discovered girls. Farman’s law firm represented The Breakers and Brady now had full access to all their facilities whenever he wanted. So he’d promised to take Lawrence there at least once a week while he was home in Palm Beach.
            “How freaking hard could it be to pick a thank you note?” Lawrence asked. “Seriously, man, it’s getting late now.” He glanced down at the stack of samples and pointed to a pink affair with black letters. “Choose that one. It stands out from the rest.”
            Brady had narrowed it down to two by then. He’d been deciding between the white with gold embossed letters, and the cream with chocolate brown letters. He glanced at the sample Lawrence had just selected and made a face. “Oh, if that doesn’t scream gay wedding I don’t know what does. Maybe I should ask if they have it in bright purple.”
            “But it is a gay wedding,” Lawrence said. “What’s the big deal?” He really didn’t get it. He’d always known Brady was gay and he’d never been aware of the stereotypes Brady had faced all his life.
            “I don’t feel like explaining right now,” Brady said. He decided on the white with gold letters and stood up from the chair. “But there is no way I’m sending out hot pink thank you notes with big black letters, thank you.” Then he left Lawrence standing there with a confused expression and went to look for his mother in the conservatory.
            Lawrence followed him into the conservatory where they found Michele alone near a fountain that mimicked the infamous Manneken Pis in Brussels…the bronze statue of the little boy peeing. She’d recently had her medium length straight blond hair touched up and she was wearing a simple white dress with sensible high heels. When she heard them approach, she turned and said, “I think we’re all set with the florist. He just left and we finalized everything.” She spoke with a slight Boston accent, but nothing too pronounced.
            Brady knew if he didn’t stop her she would continue and go into a detailed explanation of the floral arrangements for the wedding, and since he didn’t really care, and he trusted her completely, he decided to change the subject fast. “I’m taking Lawrence to The Breakers. I promised him we’d use their beach today. Thanks for taking care of all this, mother. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.” Unlike a lot of the people he knew his own age, he’d always called her mother instead of mom. She’d never objected.
            Michele frowned at Lawrence. He was now standing in the doorway the led into the conservatory gaping at his smart phone. “I don’t see why he insists on going over there to use their beach. It’s so pointless when you think about how many people would love to have a private beach all their own like we have right here.”
            “I’m bored,” Lawrence said. “That’s why I want to go there. I have nothing to do, and I don’t have any friends here.”
            “Can’t you just read a book, dear,” Michele said. “When I was your age my teachers gave us a reading list for the summer that kept me more than busy.”
            “It didn’t stop you from eloping and marrying Brady’s dad at sixteen,” Lawrence said. He tended to speak without thinking first.
            Michele sighed.
            Brady said, “That’s a horrible thing to say to your mother.”
            “It’s true,” Lawrence said. “I didn’t mean it in a horrible way.”
            Before Brady could reply, Michele reached for his arm and said, “He’s right. I’m not upset about it. I’ll be the first to admit I haven’t made the best choices in husbands.” She’d been married three times so far, and each time it had ended in divorce. Brady’s father, Rick, had been the first. He’d been a semi-professional race car driver she’d met the summer she’d turned sixteen and she claimed it had been love at first sight. She’d lied about her age and she’d told him she was nineteen instead of sixteen. When her father refused to let her see Rick anymore, she talked Rick into eloping and they were married in Las Vegas. The marriage to Rick lasted about two years…until Michele found him cheating on her with another man. How could she have known? So she divorced him and married a guy named Pierre Framboise. That marriage lasted four years…until he found Michele cheating on him with Lawrence’s father, Morton Johnson. So she divorced Pierre, married Morton, and they remained together for six years…until she found him cheating on her with another woman. The cycle never seemed to end.
            Brady sighed. He put his arm around Michele and kissed her on the cheek. “I don’t have the best track record either,” he said. He rarely even mentioned Kevin’s name aloud. But he wanted his mother to feel less isolated.
            “I have a feeling all that is going to change,” Michele said. “I think Farman is the most perfect man I’ve ever met. And I think you’re going to live happily ever after with him, dear.” She hugged Brady and kissed his cheek this time.
            “Can we just go to the beach?” Lawrence said. “Or are you two going to join hands and start singing We Are the World?”
            Brady laughed and said, “You go out front and wait in the car. I have to go upstairs and change. I’ll be right down.”
            Fifteen minutes later, Brady found Lawrence leaning against his Porsche staring down at his smart phone. On his way to the car, he found his uncle, Jackson, sitting on a bench all hunched over looking at his own phone. Jackson had flown down from Maine to be there for the wedding. He was Michelle’s younger brother, and as openly gay as Brady. On that particular afternoon he wore a pair of navy shorts, a white polo shirt, and white athletic shoes. He’d been having a clandestine love affair for many years with a well-known…closeted…politician in Washington, D.C. and they often communicated through text messages now. Michele had only been eighteen years old when Brady had been born. Jackson was ten years younger, and looked more like Brady’s age.