Category: gay sex

Gay Marriage vs Straight Marriage; SFW Gay Adult Films; #Grindrfails

Gay Marriage Vs Straight Marriage

Of course, this is sarcasm, and you’ll need a sense of humor. But I figured I’d better mention that just to be safe.

It talks about the differences between gay marriage and straight marriage. 

Stay as traditional as you want or think out of the box. Our role models for what same-sex marriage looks like are few and far between. For this reason we can do whatever we want at our weddings. If we want to have chiseled men in shorty-shorts serving body shots it’s totally okay. Have troupe of your favorite drag queens entertain with Liza’s finest or Judy’s best is completely acceptable.

You can read the rest here.

In reality, marriage is marriage and there’s really not that much of a difference at all between straight and gay marriages, from what I’ve seen. 

SFW Gay Adult Films

I’m not so sure about this one, but it’s interesting. And they say it’s SFW.

Through the power of creative editing, gay porn is given a whole new cultural light in the below video thats been spreading across the web like wildfire.

You can check this one out here, with an example.

#Grindrfails

There’s really not much news out there right now, and I’m not posting about politics. So here’s what you’re not supposed to do when you go to hook up apps like Grindr and Scruff. If you’re like me and you know nothing about hook up apps, you’ll find it especially amusing.

To help you make the most of your Independence Day, we’ve once again compiled examples of things you should never say to someone you’re hoping to bump uglies with.

You can check this out here. It’s a series of texts. 

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The Arrangement

Steve Grand Is Perfect; Jerusalem Pride Stabbing; Gay Sex, UK Prime Minister, and KGB Agents

Steve Grand Is Perfect

Well I’m sure Steve Grand’s not perfect. No one is perfect. Not even me. However, I wanted to post something about this because I see it happen all the time with gay artists of any kind and I’ve stopped linking to web sites like Queerty because of it… unless I’m looking for pure clickbait. 

This article I’m linking to is interesting because I think of Steve Grand as the talented young openly gay artist I wish I’d seen around twenty years ago in the 90’s. He’s the ultimate inspiration. When I discuss him with other gay men we all agree that he’s one of the best we’ve seen in ages. I have never once heard a negative comment about him. He’s almost too good to be true, and I’m not talking about his looks. I’m talking about his music, the way he’s worked so hard to get where he is, and how he continues to move forward all the time. So I completely agree with him in this case…on every single count. 

Steve Grand wants us all to know he’s more than just a guy in a skimpy bathing suit.

He sings, writes songs, is good to his fans, is a staunch LGBTI activist and ‘a colorful, complex, deeply flawed, ever-evolving young man.’

Grand, who gained Internet fame when his video All-American Boy went viral, has been all over gay sites in recent days – including Gay Star News – because of an interview he did with Underwearnewsbriefs.com in which he defended his wearing of bikini briefs.

But he’s not happy about all the fuss over his skivvies.

‘I usually let things like this pass without speaking up about it. For two years I’ve trudged through it all with a smile, so hopefully I’ll get a pass for speaking up on my behalf this time,’ he wrote in a Facebook post Wednesday (29 July) evening.

‘It would be nice if any other aspect of my life/work as an artist/advocate got a fraction of the press I get for wearing a bathing suit by gay media.

You can read the rest here. Of course they try to explain themselves, because I’m linking to the gay clickbait media and they need butter for their bread. I don’t mind clickbait. I love it sometimes. I understand how important it is to gain a readership through clickbait. But all the time is getting really tired for me with gay presses. And I think Steve Grand deserves a little more respect than what he’s been getting. 

Jerusalem Pride Stabbing

I hate to be a downer on a Friday, but this is distressing. Six people were reported stabbed at Jerusalem Pride.

The incident happened on the corners of Sokolov and Keren Hayesod streets, with the victims evacuated to Shaare Zedek Medical Center and Hadassah University Medical Center in the capital’s Ein Kerem neighborhood.

The attacker is allegedly an ultra-orthadox, so once again religion and violence go hand in hand against gays.

The rest is here.  

Gay Sex, UK Prime Minister, and KGB Agents

This sounds like something from General Hospital back in the day.  UK Prime Minister David Cameron was under the impression that KGB agents tried to recruit him when he was 19 years old, but the story gets more involved.

He first told the story in 2006 on BBC Radio 4’s Desert Island Discs.

‘I traveled on the Trans-Siberian railway… and then met a great friend in Moscow,’ he said. ‘We went down to the Black Sea and were on the beach in Yalta.

‘These two Russians who spoke perfect English sort of turned up on the beach, which was mainly reserved for foreign tourists, and took us out to dinner, and interrogated us in a very friendly way about life in England and politics.’

But it turns out it wasn’t KGB agents, Russian author Gennay Solokov claims secret service sources have told him that there was no bid to recruit Cameron. And in fact, they were just a couple of gay men looking for sex.

There’s more here. There’s just something about the whole thing that leaves me wondering…

But what a great story line for a gay romance.

The Rainbow Detective Agency

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Four books in One


 

Gay Tricking and Leaving Gracefully; Gay Men And Straight Women Debacle; Top Jock This Year

Gay Tricking and Leaving Gracefully

I’ll admit a lot has changed for gay men in the past decade. There’s been a great deal of assimilation thanks to TV shows like Modern Family and aggressive gay personalities like Neil Patrick Harris who will do anything for attention and money. The gay bar is practically dead, and the gay ghetto is a place where only people over a certain age go to live…and that’s even changing. And there’s nothing wrong with all of this, not by a long shot. However, the one thing that hasn’t changed is that gay men cruise, they still pick up tricks, they still have one night stands, and they take off as soon as the sex is over. Thank you very much; I’ll call you sometime.

This article talks about how to make a graceful exit after one of those one night stands with a trick you hardly remember. In some cases I would imagine it’s the old one hour stand.

Ah, the blacked-out one night stand — a rite of passage for any self-disrespecting gay man with a penchant for destructive behavior. It’s the kind of story that kills it in the dorm cafeteria between rounds of everlasting pizza dipped in ranch, but as you get older and the story stays the same, it starts to sound a lot less cute.

There’s more here, with a video from Go-Go Boy Interrupted. I thought it was funny and it’s refreshing to see things like this that break the stereotypes everyone’s always seen on TV shows like Sex and the City. It’s also refreshing to see more gay men being represented in different ways.

Gay Men and Straight Women Friends Debacle

I want to begin this part of the post by stating I’ve always had many different types of friends. Straight women and straight men, lesbians and gay men. My friends vary in age, too. And to be honest, like most gay men, I never gave this next topic much thought. But when I saw this post today I couldn’t just ignore it. I even left my own comment at the bottom and I rarely ever do that. It just bothered me so much because it’s so wrong on so many levels. It’s not only insulting to women and gay men, it perpetuates the worst stereotypes for both.

First, the title of the post reads this way:  Why Gay Men and Straight Women Make The Best of Friends: 4 Great Reasons. The title alone screams UGH! And then the article goes into why, according to this guy, gay men and straight women are best friends.

Get this crap:

You see, the trusted “gay best friend” helps offset the frustration of navigating a world of bitchy girls and bozo boys, and of course we empathize with your raging, mood-swingy hormones, too. (Well, everything except those menstrual cycles. We’re not quite sure what to do with those even though we have our own version of them). So, why is a gay guy a great friend to have around? For several reasons: 

We Admire and Adore You
Let’s start with a confession … we gay men/boys dig you girls way more then we let on. We’re actually kind of jealous of you. Not because you get all the great fashion. Our jealousy comes from the fact that your feminine energy has a way of making the male species become putty in your hands. True, we can do that, too, just not as well as you can. And, we watch you a lot. We’re dying to learn all your tricks for manipulating guys into doing anything you want. (Of course, let’s be truthful girls, manipulation shouldn’t be something we’re proud of unless it means manipulating a better deal on a pair of shoes … right?)

I’ve read a lot of douchebaggery and WTF-ery in my day. I’ve seen more than my fair share of insulting discussions about gay men on book blogs that focus on romance. But this one makes the top ten of all time. “Raging, mood-swingy hormones?” “We’re dying to learn all your tricks” And that’s just a tip of what this douchecanoe, Rick Clemons, wrote on the topic of gay men and straight women.

I suggest you read it all just for the sake of seeing how the wrong people get pubbed over at Huff Po sometimes. I just hope younger gay men don’t take any of this seriously. They make us all look like a freak show. I could post pages about how wrong this is, and talk about how it insults women and promotes passive aggressive homophobia by objectifying gay men and turning them into pet poodles. But when I read the other comments I could see that sometimes it’s just best to keep it all plain and simple…here’s one comment:
  
 Wrong. Sorry, just wrong on so many levels.

Now if you’ll excuse me I have to run over to my best girlfriend’s house to braid her hair while we talk about Debbie Macomber books and cry. NOT

Top Jock This Year

This article is commenting on how gays are making headway in sports and equality…even though Michael Sam is still having his issues. There’s a list of the most popular who made headlines. And you can vote for whomever your personal favorite might be. I’m leaning toward a few I won’t mention aloud. But one of them has always been someone I admired…Billy Bean.

Is it former major league outfielder Billy Bean, who was appointed by Major League Baseball this year to level the playing field for gay players, baseball personnel and fans?

Is it Chris Kluwe, the non-gay punter and advocate who exposed the homophobia of his former team, the Minnesota Vikings?

The courageous Michael Sam, the first openly gay player drafted by the NFL?

Here’s a link to the article, where there’s another link to vote. I think you can vote every day until 11/2/14.

Ring My Bells by Ryan Field



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Dog Meat Festival; Power Bottoms; Gay Bachelors People Magazine; Cage James by Ryan Field Free Excerpt

Dog Meat Festival

Please keep in mind this is a cultural piece, and the video with the link is going to disturb you. I couldn’t finish watching it. I thought I could take a lot. But I just couldn’t watch. It’s a piece about a different kind of activism we rarely hear about in the US. It’s animal activism that many are starting to take more seriously in places like Yulin, China, where there’s an annual dog and cat meat festival. I’m posting about it because I have two new releases coming out soon and one, Cage James, deals with a very delusional character who dines on exotic meats. I didn’t use dog meat in my story for obvious reasons, but I found it interesting while doing research that so many exotic meats are perfectly legal in the US. And even those that are not legal can often be purchased for the right price.

As I said, this is cultural and animal activists in China are working to change it:

Dozens of journalists, filmmakers and photographers have come to the city in China’s southeast Guangxi province to document an event that lies at the center of a battle between deeply-ingrained tradition and the encroachment of the modern world. Activists say dogs are part of the daily diet here, with an estimated 10,000 dogs killed for the festival alone.
 
Ask a local when the tradition of eating dog meat began and you’ll likely be met with a dumbfounded expression — it is akin to asking someone when people started eating beef. For many in the city, eating dog meat is a hard habit to break, despite changing attitudes about the treatment of animals in China.
 
You can read more here. And please be advised that video will be disturbing to most westerners. I’ll post more about Cage James and the character who eats exotic meats in my story below.
 
Power Bottoms
 
Once again, here’s another piece I found interesting about sex, erotica, romance, and gay power bottoming. I’ve mentioned this in erotic m/m romance from time to time, but never in detail. I just assume that all readers know what a power bottom is, but I’ve received e-mails from some who aren’t quite sure.
 
I think this is probably one of the easiest and most comprehensive articles I’ve read on the topic, and also with regard to many references made that ring true. It mentions size queens, straight men who enjoy bottoming with their girlfriends, and power and control. What is a power bottom? Here’s how this piece answers it:
 
In gay sexuality terms, a “bottom” is understood to be the male partner who is on the receptive end of anal intercourse and enjoys being penetrated. A “power bottom” could be defined as a bottom who has a strong enthusiasm and drive for engaging in long sessions of anal penetrative sex, whether as an extended single encounter with no interruption of being “topped”, or having the desire and ability to engage in multiple instances of anal sex over a long period of time within a sexual episode. A man who can accommodate penile thrusting for long periods without stopping and shows exuberance, lack of inhibition, and active participation in the sexual encounter are characterized as “power bottoms.” Many tops (the penetrator) who have endurance and enjoy long sessions of anal intercourse commonly complain about bottoms who have to terminate penetration because of discomfort, pain, or exhaustion. Conversely, power bottoms can also be discontented with a top who ejaculates too quickly during sex and halts the sexual encounter before he has been thoroughly satisfied.
 
In some instances I’ve found that power bottoms can take on multiple tops, and their own climax is not usually something they care about. The experience of taking on these top men IS the sexual satisfaction for them. Climax in the traditional sense is not the most important thing and many prefer unreciprocated sex in that respect.
 
You can read more here. It’s a detailed account with some excellent examples. I personally like this one:
 
Gay men love penises of all shapes and sizes and despite the stereotypes about “bigger is better”, many men find these phalluses difficult to accommodate and less pleasurable than an average-to-smaller sized member. Others love the feeling of being “filled” and “stuffed” by an over-sized appendage.
 
And there you are. The next time you find yourself in a discussion about gay men, sex, romance, and bottoming you’ll know most of what you really need to know.
 
Side note: I also think there are “power tops.” Even though we don’t hear the term often I once knew a gay couple where the top in the relationship was so enthusiastic about sex with his partner he would top for hours while the bottom just watched TV. That really is a true story, and I’m sure it’s not unique.
 
Gay Bachelors People Magazine
 
I’m glad this is starting to happen. For a long time it wasn’t even a topic of discussion. But now people are questioning why People Magazine just listed famous eligible bachelors and there isn’t one gay man on the list. Ricky Martin is single. Where’s his name?
 
A wet and sexy Joe Manganiello on the cover of this week’s People Magazine assured that its annual Hollywood’s Hottest Bachelor issue would enjoy huge sales.
 
In addition to three shirtless photos in a four-page spread of the True Blood stars, the issue also features large sexy photos of such hunks as Ryan Gosling, Zac Efron, and Scott Eastwood.
 
All are straight.
 
Well, as far as we know they are all straight. One big reason there aren’t more gay bachelors is because so many famous men are still in the closet.
 
 
Cage James by Ryan Field Free Excerpt
 
As mentioned above, Cage James is an indie book I’ll be releasing at the end of this month. My other new release, Small Town Romance Writer, will be out this week and I’d like to focus on that because it’s 110,000 words and the final book in the bad boy billionaire series. I actually submitted that one a year ago and it’s finally coming out now. I’ve been rethinking release dates and how far apart to separate them.
 
In any event, Cage James is a quirky erotic romantic suspense book that’s set in San Francisco and revolves around a dysfunctional relationship between an opportunistic gay male stripper and a sheltered young millionaire who eats nothing but the most expensive exotic meat money can buy. Here’s a short excerpt from one of the dining experiences in the book that makes one character cringe a little.
 
 
 
As Sam crossed to the other end of the table Forna entered the room pulling a cart.  He set a fresh plate of raw ground beef and a cup of tea in front of Sam and said, “Here you go, Mr.  Sam.”
“I think you should start calling me Mr.  James,” Sam said.  He sent Cage a smile.  “I’m thinking of taking Cage’s last name as my married name once Cage and I are married.”
This was news to Cage.  He hadn’t even thought that far in advance.
Forna made a face.  “I’m going to call you what I’ve been calling you since you were born until you get married.”  He sent Cage a dirty look and pulled the cart to his end of the table.
Sam took a big mouthful of raw meat and swallowed without chewing it completely.  “It’s all up in the air right now, Forna.  There’s no need to get nervous about it.  We still have to work that out.  Cage might take my last name, Woodard.  Or we might even hyphenate both of our names.  So calm yourself, my dear.”
“I’m not nervous about anything,” Forna said, as he set a plate of raw ground beef and a cup of coffee in front of Cage.  He turned back toward the kitchen and spoke in a low mumble.  “It doesn’t matter to me what you call yourself.  I’m only the hired help around here.  You want to marry a man you just met that’s fine with me.  You can call yourself Miss Dee Meanor for all I care.”
Cage glanced down at the raw meat and pressed his palm to his stomach.
Sam swallowed another big forkful of meat and said, “Don’t pay attention to Forna.  Miss Dee Meanor was a drag performer he once knew.  He’ll get used to you, Babydoll.  He’s just not used to sharing me.  It’s only been Forna and me for a long time. I think he gets jealous of you sometimes.”
“I understand,” Cage said, trying to figure out how he would deal with this raw meat in front of him.  Since he’d met Sam and moved into the mansion he’d been introduced to a lot of peculiar foods that came from all over the world.  He didn’t mind the snake meat, or bear testicles because they’d been sautéed in garlic butter.  But he’d never been fond of raw meat, especially when it was this red.
Sam noticed he wasn’t eating.  “Is anything wrong?”
“This is raw.”
“It’s the best raw elephant meat money can buy,” Sam said.  “It’s good for you.”
Elephant meat?”
Sam laughed.  “I’m only joking.  I would never eat elephant.  It’s only bison.  And it really is good for you…like snake meat and bison testicles.  Raw bison testicles are excellent for the blood, and taste wonderful with ranch dressing.”  Sam took another forkful and swallowed.  With a trickle of blood dripping down the side of his face he said, “I love exotic meat.  I have a few huge freezers in the basement devoted to nothing but exotic meats from all over the world.  And, there’s a butcher block down there, too, with a high tech grinder for the best and freshest ground meat.  I pay this one butcher very well to wrap and package the freshest kills as soon as they are delivered.  This meat is actually kind of tame, at least compared to the other meats down there.”
Cage gulped.  He didn’t know there were whole freezers full of that shit.  The thought of eating bison testicles and ranch dressing for the rest of his life made his stomach jump.
“I think this particular bison is very tasty, especially raw.  It’s the only way to eat some exotic meat.”
“Then have mine,” Cage said.  “I not that hungry right now.  I insist.”
As he stood up to carry his plate to the other end of the table, Sam said, “No.  It’s all for you, Babydoll.  Now be a good boy and eat up.”
Cage glanced down at the raw meat and forced a smile.  The monkey glared at him from the buffet table, picked up a gold ceramic pear from a fruit bowl, and hurled it across the room.  Cage looked up just in time and ducked.  The ceramic pear hit the wall and shattered into a million pieces.
Instead of scolding the monkey, Sam turned in his direction and laughed.  “Now you be a good boy, Sweetness.  We’ll have no more of that.  Cage is your new gay daddy now and you be nice to him or no filet mignon for you tonight.”
Cage blinked. The monkey got filet and Cage got raw bison.  Something was seriously wrong with all this.  At least the monkey created a distraction that Cage needed.  While Sam was looking at the monkey and laughing, Cage dumped his entire portion of raw men into the napkin on his lap and shoved it into the bathrobe pocket.
 
 
 
 
 

Bears & Gay Oral Sex; OJ Simpson Pilots Are Transgender; Gay Father of the Bride; My Fair Laddie by Ryan Field

Bears & Gay Oral Sex

Evidently, bears enjoy fellatio…real live bears. Not bear as in “Bear Week” in Provincetown.

The pair of male brown bears (who were born in the wild, but were both orphaned as cubs and now live at a sanctuary in Croatia) were seen repeatedly engaging in “vigorous penile sucking” over a period covering six years between 2008 and 2013.

You can read more here. There is actually a scientific paper out on this.

I knew a very sexually aggressive and good looking Croatian guy once when I was single. He was six feet four, had dark hair, and hands the size of dinner plates. He couldn’t speak a word of English…other than the most common curse word we all know and love. I think I even wrote about him loosely in a book once, but I could be wrong about that. I dated him a few times and the language barrier never bother either of us. There wasn’t much time to talk about anything.

OJ Simpson Pilots Are Transgender

This is just about the best kind of trivia there is. I can still remember where I was and what I was doing on the night those helicopters were chasing OJ Simpson all over LA. Tony and I were in a local gay bar…The Raven…watching everything unfold on a TV over the bar. Who knew that all these years later I’d find out the pilots of those helicopters would one day be transgender women?

This is amazing because both pilots were rivals at the time of the OJ Simpson chase. They didn’t even like each other, and neither had a clue the other was transgender.

 They were two rivals who hated each other until about a year ago when after years of not seeing each other, they discovered that each was transgender and were now living life as women, according to the radio program Off-Ramp.

Tur, now called Zoey, says: ‘When you go through something like this, it’s like going to war. It’s very, very rough, and you need people out there who understand. (Vahle) was very understanding.’

Vahle, whose name is now Dana, still disputes Tur’s claim that he was first on the scene.

‘Everybody at my station feels very strongly that we were actually there before Bob Tur was there, which, of course, is something we all wanted to do in that market at that point,’ she said.

You can read more here. There’s a photo of them as women now.

Steve Martin: Gay Father of the Bride

Steven Martin recently said there are no plans to do a Gay Father of the Bride. But I find that interesting because of all the gay parodies and gay takes I’ve done in books with movie tie-ins. They actually asked me once to do a Gay Father of the Bride and we switched it to something else for reasons I don’t even recall.

Diane Keaton was expected to return as his wife Nina. The film was reported to focus on the couple’s son, originally played by Kieran Culkin, and his upcoming nuptials to another man.

The article actually states this:

It would have been the first entirely original movie in the series.

I always thought taking a standard hetero trope and giving it a gay spin was original. But more important, don’t gays deserve to read and watch these tropes as well?

My Fair Laddie

Speaking of old tropes with a gay spin, here’s some information about my book, My Fair Laddie. It is the classic Pygmalion storyline…but with all gay characters this time. If I ever get the rights back to this particular book I will put it up for free forever. The reviews are interesting. Just interesting. I couldn’t help get the feeling that because I changed such a classic well loved storyline into a gay parody I paid a price for it. It’s not as if that storyline has never been reinterpreted before. And I also have the feeling that the people who reviewed it poorly would be the two people who wouldn’t be watching the film version if Steve Martin ever decides to do that project.

In any event, I had fun writing it. And I do know from the e-mails I get a lot of people had as much fun reading it. And that’s what the book was all about: fun. I wasn’t going for the Lammie or a Pulitzer. The goal was to entertain.

Young Wilbur Munroe doesn’t know a soup spoon from a salad fork. And although he makes his living working as a manual laborer for wealthy people in Savannah, he dreams about a much better life than what he’s known.

Dr. Harlan Henderson is a world-famous teacher of applied linguistics. And in his spare time he enjoys the company of rough, working class bi-sexual men who never put emotional demands on him. At thirty-nine years old, the last thing he’s looking for is a life partner.

But when young Wilbur trips over an urn at one of Harlan’s infamous Savannah parties and spills his pomegranate martini on a Georgia senator, Harlan’s life changes forever. Though his first instinct is to fire Wilbur, he’s mesmerized by Wilbur’s wretched accent and his bold spirit.

When Wilbur returns the next day to ask Harlan to teach him to speak well and turn him into a perfect gentleman, Harlan is willing to take on the challenge. He moves Wilbur into his home, works with him night and day, and refuses to stop until he sees results.

Only he doesn’t notice Wilbur is falling in love with him. And by the time he does, it just might be too late…

Kramer vs Streisand; Hotel Asshat List; Modern Family Gay Wedding

Kramer vs Streisand

As the Memorial Day weekend air date for the film adaptation of Larry Kramer’s play, The Normal Heart, approaches, Kramer has lashed out once again at Barbra Streisand. This time he’s alleging that Streisand finds gay sex “distasteful.”

“I said, ‘I really think it’s important that after eons of watching men and women make love in the movies, it’s time to see two men do so,’” the playwright and activist told The New York Times of his desire to see his 1985 autobiographical play brought to the big screen. “I bought [Barbara] a book of very beautiful art pictures of two men making love, and she found it very distasteful.”

The back story to all this is that Kramer wanted Streisand to adapt The Normal Heart into a film (for years) and she never did it. Evidently, he’s been holding a grudge for a long time. I’ve posted about it a few times, here.

Streisand has responded quietly and with professional dignity:

Streisand — who has long been a gay icon and gay rights advocate — responded to the Times story, saying her goal is “to promote the idea of everyone’s right to love. Gay or straight!”

“Larry was at the forefront of this battle and, God love him, he’s still fighting,” added Streisand, who for a time owned the rights to “The Normal Heart.” “But there’s no need to fight me by misrepresenting my feelings. As a filmmaker, I have always looked for new and exciting ways to do love scenes, whether they’re about heterosexuals or homosexuals. It’s a matter of taste, not gender. … I was trying to reach a large audience, and I wanted them to root for these two men to get married.”

Clearly, Streisand is not only a supporter of LGBTI people, but I would imagine very deeply involved for personal reasons. Her son is gay.

I would never wish for my son to be anything but what he is. He is bright, kind, sensitive, caring, and a very conscientious and good person. He is a very gifted actor and filmmaker. What more could a parent ask for in their child? I have been truly blessed. Most parents feel that their child is particularly special, and I am no different. I have a wonderful son. My only wish for my son, Jason, is that he continues to experience a rich life of love, happiness, joy, and fulfillment, both creatively and personally.

In any event, Ryan Murphy of Glee fame picked up the option and he’s done the HBO film adaptation that will air this weekend. According to this article, in true Murphy fashion, he gathered up all of Hollywood’s most beloved “icons” to star in the film. Originally, Alec Baldwin was set to be in it, too, but that changed fast. 

There’s also an e-mail exchange between Kramer and Streisand that was leaked, here at this web site.  This comment by Kramer is interesting.

“Overnight this is going in the press? This will make her mad. But she had every opportunity to make the movie. If she had made it in 1986, it would have been out there a long time ago, doing its job. But I always sensed there was something troubling her about the play that she wouldn’t put into words. I think, maybe, she was uncomfortable directing the sex stuff. We invited her to our opening night [of last year’s revival] in New York, but she never responded.”

If you do a simple search, you’ll find even more information about the vituperative attack Kramer has launched against Streisand in public. He makes the jaded politically incorrect expression “mean old queen” look tame in his quest for publicity and attention.

Side note: if anyone is looking for an excellent, comprehensive account of what it was like for people living with AIDS in the 1980’s, John Irving’s novel, In One Person, is the best I’ve ever read…and there’s nothing self-indulgent or insulting to many gay men about it. The details and research is astounding. It won a Lambda Award last year, and I’ve reviewed it. This link has all the information you’ll need to know.  If I were Streisand I’d go after the film rights on this one, make a feature, and flip the bird to Kramer when no one else is looking, with a great big smile.

Hotel Asshat List

Here’s an interesting article involving Twitter and asshats that go to hotels and complain about them on social media.

At the taping of yesterday’s Pando “webinar” I  asked founder Sam Shank outright: By any chance does Hotel Tonight keep a list of whiny Twitter assholes to ensure they get special treatment?

“It’s not a list of assholes,” Shank insisted, thus confirming that it absolutely is.

He wouldn’t tell me precisely how many people were on Hotel Tonight’s asshole list, although he would say it’s “a few hundred.” But again he insisted the assholes on it were referred to in the company as “influencers.”

“What kind of influencers?” I asked.

Shank hesitated. “Heads of state, Victoria’s Secret models, that kind of thing,” he lied.

This is proof that nothing we say or do anymore goes unnoticed. I keep a few asshat lists myself whenever I see something on social media.

You can read more here.

Modern Family Gay Wedding

The gay wedding between Mitch and Cam on Modern Family focused more on comedy than politics and emotion. I haven’t seen it yet, but I’ve read and heard a lot of positive things about it.

‘We want emotion we want to send a message but if it’s not funny then people are going to lose interest really fast,’ show creator Steve Levitan said at a party this week celebrating the episode. ‘I think its got an abundance of heart but I also think that it’s a really funny episode.’

Eric Stonestreet (Cam) and Jesse Tyler Ferguson (Mitch) play the grooms who have been together for several years already and are raising an adopted daughter who was introduced in the show’s first episode five years ago.

Stonestreet said at the party: ‘(Our) first and foremost goal is to make an audience laugh. (The fact) that we have these two characters on our show that also get to check in and be cultural touchstones for people who may have questions or may not know what a gay wedding might be – this TV show transcends that.’

I think he makes an excellent point. Many people still are so unfamiliar with gay marriage and gay weddings it’s important to show things like this to the mainstream. It’s relevant. And what better way than to do it with comedy?

There’s more here.

"Choose" to Publish? Pat Robertson on Gay Sex; Jim Davidson on Gay Marriage

Choose to Publish?

There’s a blog post up by a blogger I’ve never heard of until yesterday, Michael Bunker, who questions whether or not publishing the traditional way is a choice. I don’t have any strong opinions to offer about this topic because I’m not sure it’s worthy of a lengthy discussion. It’s an opinion piece and I’ve learned that unless I’m literally willing to die for a cause I don’t get into online discussions (or rants) with anyone. But I do think it’s interesting to see how some self-published writers view traditional publishing these days. In other words, I’m looking at this more from a historical POV with regard to publishing in a general sense instead of actually agreeing with (or endorsing) the blogger.

 Indie Michael would be sitting here today with a shitload of published titles (over thirteen titles) that sell well every day. This Indie Michael sold well over 30k books last year (probably around 35k, but I don’t have all the numbers yet.) He made enough to not have to go and get a regular job. At any one time he has over ten titles gracing about 15-30 category bestseller lists. He had three titles in the past year go up into the top 500 books sold on all of Amazon, and two that made it into the top 200. He has been interviewed dozens of times, and has readers waiting anxiously for his next release. You go Indie Michael!

You can read more here.

Once again, this is just for general information and I do not support or endorse anything associated with the link above.

And here’s a link to one of Michael Bunker’s books, Pennsylvania. The book was released in December. He has over 104 reviews as of this date, 92 of which are five star and 9 are four star. The book, from what I gather, is Amish science fiction.

I’ll have to mention this book to my Amish buddy I posted about a while back. We’re in daily communication to this day (he e-mails on the sly), and he might find this interesting. He wrote this guest post for me in 2012 and he’s taught me a great deal about Amish culture and the realities he faces all the time. He’s also disabused me of many misconceptions I once had about Amish culture.

Pat Robertson on Gay Sex

Why Pat Robertson would even comment on gay sex is amazing in itself because it’s basically a moot point where he’s concerned. Also not worthy of discussion either. But it’s also a little convoluted because Robertson claims it’s okay to be attracted to the same sex as long as you don’t act upon that attraction or desire.

‘But when you start having sex with that person…I don’t want to get graphic, that guy on Duck Dynasty got graphic and it got a little disgusting, but when you see what they do, it’s not very pretty.’

If you take anything out of context, especially anything sexual, straight or gay, it’s not very pretty and can often appear vulgar. I could give examples of hetero sex that’s just as repulsive to me as gay sex is to Robertson, but I think you get my point and I’d rather not “get” graphic.

You can read more here.

Jim Davidson on Gay Marriage

This article caught my eye because it’s not the usual thing you read. UK Celebrity Big Brother winner, Jim Davidson, who has been known to slam gays now says he supports gay marriage and he’s praising Scotland for legalizing it.

 ‘I think that’s very good. I shared a house with a gay man for a while and I also remember when one of my gay friends’ partners died a good few years back there were all sorts of problems with the will.

 ‘So of course gay people should be allowed to be married. It’s great. And why should straight people suffer on their own?’

It could have something to do with the overall shift in public opinion about same sex marriage. I’ve been seeing a lot of this kind of thing lately and I wouldn’t be surprised if we see more in the future.

You can read the rest here. There’s a photo of Davidson. I’ve posted about the reality show, Big Brother, many times here on the blog with regard to racism, gay hate, and bigotry.


Tops and Bottoms, Huh? Secret Millionaire Dies

Tops and Bottoms, Huh?

There’s an amusing article at Huff Po today, with an even more amusing video, that makes a few valid points but in the end fails to get right into the reality of the matter at hand: tops and bottoms.

One guy said this:

“I think a lot of guys are versatile or do both [positions], but I think there some people who just want to get f**ked or just want to f**ck! And so I don’t think we should take that away from them either,” said Michelson. “I agree with you that there’s probably too much of a concentration on these roles and what comes with them, but I don’t want to deny a total top the right to just top his little heart out!”

I think if he’d said the same thing about bottoms just wanting to bottom their little hearts out the entire set, including camera men, would have fallen down laughing, because I’d bet money he’s a bottom. Actually, it’s a group of bottoms talking about tops and bottoms, without top representation.

How do I know this? I have ten years on all of them and I’ve done and seen it all. I’m also past the point of PC in some cases and this is one of them. Very few bottoms will ever admit, openly, they are bottoms. But it’s not that hard to figure out. And there’s really nothing wrong with it.

I do, however, think they make some very valid points, especially when one mentioned not all gay men have anal sex. That’s very true in some cases and it’s not all that unusual for some gay men to abstain from anal sex altogether.

There is one point they missed in the quest to figure out tops and bottoms. If it weren’t such a big thing with gay men social media web sites where millions of gay men from all over the world meet wouldn’t be classifying gay men as tops or bottoms. This needs to be discussed if you’re looking to meet someone, especially for a long term relationship. Are there some who are versatile? I think there are. But not the majority. It’s been my experience the majority of versatiles are all bottoms, most are unwilling to admit it aloud because there’s a social stigma attached to being a bottom because it makes them less masculine, and most of those who claim to be versatile are using code for bottom. Trust me on this. You might not read it anywhere else. But I’ve known more than a few who claim to be versatile and when they get into bed the legs go up higher than any bottom you’ve ever seen.

And there’s nothing sadder than two bottoms trying to figure out what to do, so these things should be made clear up front so no one is disappointed. (Younger gay men who don’t know much need to know this so they don’t find out the hard way, so to speak.)

If you don’t know what a top or bottom is, you can google it. If you don’t believe anything I just wrote, you’re living in a PC dream world. But more important, this has nothing to do with gender politics…in most cases.

The comment thread is why I write these posts.

Secret Millionaire Dies

I love pieces like this next one because they come so few and far between. You have to wonder what motivates a person to make choices like this when there’s no need, and what kind of self-actuated mind set they have…or had. In this case a multi-millionaire, Jack MacDonald, lived a humble life and wore old worn clothes. The people who knew him best didn’t have a clue he was worth that much money. He guarded his privacy and a few family members knew the truth.

After the 98-year-old MacDonald died in September, however, much of that nest egg was donated to charity, with MacDonald leaving a combined total of $187.6 million to the Seattle Children’s Research Institute, the University of Washington School of Law and the Salvation Army.
 
You can read more here. It’s very inspiring.
 
 

Sen. McCain Defends Gays in Russia; FREE Excerpt

Sen. McCain Defends Gays in Russia

Sen. John McCain, a Republican who ran against President Obama in 2008, recently made strong statements against Russia, which include comments about Russian discrimination against gays. McCain spoke out in reply to a NYT editoral by Russian President Vladimir Putin. Among many things McCain slammed that include ruling through oppression, McCain said this about how Russia treats gays.

“They write laws to codify bigotry against people whose sexual orientation they condemn. They throw the members of a punk rock band in jail for the crime of being provocative and vulgar and for having the audacity to protest President Putin’s rule,” he said.

At least someone’s saying something…other than the smallest voices in the US. You can read more here.

Free Excerpt Chase of a Dream

Here’s another free excerpt from one of my indie pubbed books, Chase of a Dream. It’s the second book in the Chase series, and I released this one in both abridged and unabridged versions so that people who prefer erotic gay romance could buy the version with sex, and those who don’t like too much sex can buy the toned down version. This is from the unabridged version, and you’ll have to click the link to my Word Press blog at the end to read the adult rated parts.

From the raw unedited version:

After dinner, Len and Cain went out on the veranda overlooking the Hollywood Hills and Jim put Culum to bed. Normally, both Len and Jim would have put Culum to bed together, but Jim thought Len needed a little time alone with his son. And Culum was such an easy child to deal with getting him to bed was never much of a problem.
            That night, with Clinger at Jim’s side, he gave Culum a quick bath, put on his favorite little gray sweat suit that he liked sleeping in, and tucked him into bed. There was no need for a diaper. Culum had been potty trained completely at a very early age. He’d been such an easy-going child Jim and Len didn’t even notice if he’d gone through the “terrible two” stage all parents seemed to dread.
Clinger always slept in Culum’s room, right beside Culum’s bed, on a pale blue carpet that always reminded Jim of needlepoint. It was nubby and there were flecks of white stippled between the blue fibers. The large tan dog had begun this ritual of sleeping beside Culum’s bed the first night Len and Culum moved into Jim’s house and he’d never stopped. And if anyone tried to move Clinger, he growled and refused to budge. Although they had a nanny cam and intercom in the nursery, if Culum needed them in the middle of the night Clinger usually started to bark before they heard a sound come from the speakers.
When he was all covered and snuggled in bed, Culum glanced up at Jim and said, “Who is that man, daddy?” The child hadn’t said a word up until he was about nineteen months old. Jim and Len had been concerned about this. But once he started, he spoke in full sentences without baby talk. Len told Jim that Cain had been the same way when he’d been a baby.
Jim smiled and patted Culum’s tiny shoulder. He knew Culum was asking about Cain. He and Len had agreed not to hide the truth from Culum about anything…ever. They wanted him to know who he was and where he came from and to be proud of it. They had nothing to hide, and they wanted to instill this sense of family and strength in Culum at a young age. Culum knew Len was his grandfather; he knew Jim wasn’t his biological dad but he called him dad anyway. “He’s your other dad, Culum. He’s your biological dad. We told you about him before. Don’t you remember?”
They had mentioned Cain, but not often. Jim knew the child hadn’t processed it all yet. The only reason they used large words like biological was to prepare him and get him used to the word. Baby talk wasn’t allowed in their home…at least not when Len was around. Jim often ignored this and spoiled Culum rotten when they were alone together. But Len was determined not to make the same mistakes with Culum that he’d made with Cain. Jim often thought Len took this to extremes and he tried to create a balance. 
Culum let this information sink in for a moment, and then he asked, “Where’s my mom?”
This always tugged at Jim’s heart. They tried to shower the boy with as much love and honesty as they could. They made a point of inviting Culum’s biological mom to LA to spend time with him. But Culum’s mother didn’t seem to want anything to do with him and neither Jim nor Len knew how to deal with that. The thought of a mother not wanting to know her own flesh and blood passed Jim by. But he always kept things positive for Culum’s sake and spoke well of her. “We’ve told you that a million times, Culum. Your mom lives in Texas. She’s studying to be an attorney in Austin. Your mom and your other dad were a couple, like husband and wife, and they broke up before you were born. That’s when your grandpa and I adopted you.” Jim tried to keep things simple, especially when it came to his relationship with Len. The kid didn’t know the difference between gay and straight yet. Culum was still too young to ask the serious questions, like why his biological mom and dad had given him up, and Jim dreaded the day he would have to explain this. He knew the best he could do for now was to let Culum know that they loved him more than anything else in the world.
“How long is my other dad going to be here?” Culum asked.
Jim shrugged. “I’m not sure. He said he was going to move to Los Angeles, so I’m sure you’ll be seeing a lot more of him.”
“Do you like him?”
Jim patted his shoulder again. “Of course I like him. I grew up with him back in Texas. We were best friends and we’ve known each other all our lives.” He knew this part could be tricky, especially when Culum started to realize that Jim had fallen in love with his best friend’s dad. But they believed the truth was better than keeping secrets. And though it wasn’t a normal situation, they didn’t want to make it abnormal either.
Culum thought again, and then he looked up at Jim and said, “Read me a story, daddy. The one about the bears.”
Jim laughed and reached for a book on the nightstand. Culum loved books and stories; his favorites were The Berenstain Bears. He was glad Culum had stopped asking questions. He didn’t like to answer questions like this when Len wasn’t around. Len had a way of explaining things that always made everything sound so much better than Jim did.
By the time Jim finished reading, Culum had drifted off to sleep. Jim turned out the light, patted Clinger on the head, and went back out to the veranda to see what Len and Cain were doing. He smiled as he passed through the kitchen when he saw that Len had cleaned up the dinner dishes. Though Len didn’t clean between the knobs on the range and he didn’t wipe Culum’s fingerprints off the stainless steel refrigerator like Jim did, he always did his best to put things away and help out around the house. And he did this without ever having to be asked.
When Jim opened the sliding glass door he heard Len say, “We’ve been thinking of buying a ranch out near Chatsworth.”
Jim closed the door and sent Len a frustrated glance. “We’re only thinking of moving. We’re not serious about it.” He knew Len missed his horses and he missed Texas even more. And the house they were living in now was only two thousand square feet…a cottage compared to the homes they’d both been familiar with in Texas. But they’d spent so much time renovating their home and making it perfect Jim wasn’t sure he wanted to go through all that again. But more than that, they’d always been so happy there. For superstitious reasons, Jim wanted to keep things the way they were for as long as he could.
Before Len had a chance to reply, Cain yawned and stretched his arms. “I’m exhausted from traveling all day. I think I’m going to turn in early.” Then he stood up from a lounge chair and stretched again. This time his black polo shirt went up and exposed his abdomen. Jim noticed that he had to be at least ten pounds thinner than the last time he’d seen him. His low-rise jeans hung so low on his hips the waistband of his underwear was showing.
Jim gestured to the house and said, “I put your bags in the guest room. It’s down the hall off the kitchen. The second door on the right. You can’t miss it. I’ll show you if you want.” He was glad Cain had interrupted Len. It caused a pull in Jim’s stomach when he thought about moving away from his home.
“He can find it himself,” Len said. “He’s big boy now.” He spoke with a curt tone, as if he didn’t have patience for Cain. He wouldn’t even look at him. It sounded rude, as though he didn’t want Cain around.

Cain rolled his eyes at Len and smiled at Jim. “I’ll find it. Like my dad said, I’m a big boy now.” He spoke with a snide tone, as if he wanted to say something nasty to Len but was holding back.

“There are clean towels in the guest bathroom,” Jim said. He bit his lip, hoping they wouldn’t argue his first night there. “If you need anything else let me know. I think you’ll find everything you need.”

Cain said good night and turned toward the house. Jim noticed that even though he’d lost weight, he still had that cocky swagger he’d had since he was a child. That was another difference between Len and Cain. Len walked with his head high and his back squared; Cain left a room as if he were about to go up on stage and do a striptease act.

When Cain was gone, Jim sat down in the lounge chair next to Len’s and sighed. He stretched his legs and yawned. He’d been up since six that morning and he hadn’t stopped moving all day. Though Len helped as much as he could with Culum, Len had to go to the office every day and he didn’t have the freedom Jim had. Jim’s career in public relations was thriving by then. He had an impressive list of clients that included more than a few famous names, from celebrities to technology executives in Silicon Valley. This allowed him to work from home most of the time. A good deal of the public relations work he did now focused on web presence for his clients, and online promotion. Jim had seen the importance of the Internet the first month he started working in public relations, and now he was considered one of the finest online promoters in his field. He only went into the office in Beverly Hills for meetings. And though sometimes he had to travel, it was never more than a few days at a time.

“Are you tired?” Len asked. He reached over and held Jim’s hand. It was getting cooler out; the palms below them began to sway.

“Exhausted,” Jim said. His feet tingled and his back ached. “It’s been a long day. I had one client almost melt down this afternoon. I spent an hour trying to calm her down so she wouldn’t do anything drastic and ruin her online image. She actually phoned me in tears. She’s being attacked online by some flaming lunatic with sockpuppets.”

“What’s a sockpuppet?” Len asked, as he ran his fingers up and down Jim’s forearm. He always did this when he was getting horny. Jim didn’t pull away from him.

Jim smiled. A lot of the new jargon on the Internet seemed so foreign to Len. He worked in a bank all day, where people in the real world weren’t exposed to these things…yet. “An Internet sockpuppet is kind of like when someone has multiple identities on the Internet and they abuse those identities. In this case, my client, a smaller client who runs a furniture business on the Internet is being harassed by some fruitcake with multiple identities. The fruitcake is leaving vicious reviews and defaming my client and her products with these fake identities. She knows exactly what she’s doing. It looks like twenty five different people left bad reviews, and discussed them together, but it’s really only one person.”

“Do you know who it is?”

“We’re not sure yet,” Jim said. “But we’re taking legal action and trying to get a court order that will allow us to get to the bottom of this. Our attorneys are working hard on it.”

“Is it legal to sockpuppet?” Len asked.

“I don’t know,” Jim said. A lot of this was new to him. “It’s certainly not ethical. I’m still learning as I go. But it is illegal to defame anyone, and that’s what this nutcase is doing. And my client is sick and tired of dealing with it. Trust me; we’re going to hear a lot more about these things in the future as more and more people start using the Internet for business. Right now there really aren’t many ethics and standards on the Internet.”

“Why on earth would anyone torment another human being that way?” Len asked. “It’s insane and counterproductive.”

Jim laughed. “Because my client is this lunatic’s biggest online competitor, and when it comes to money people will do anything.” He yawned again and closed his eyes. “Let’s talk about something else. The whole thing is so creepy I’ll have nightmares if we keep talking about it. The fact that someone could stalk, harass, and defame someone else makes me want to triple lock the doors.”

“Did Culum get off to sleep okay?” Len asked.

“He’s fine,” Jim said. “He asked a few questions about Cain, but nothing we haven’t already discussed before. I read him a story and Clinger is right next to him. How did things go with Cain while I was gone? I hope you guys didn’t argue. I really think it’s time to make peace.”

Len sat up and rubbed his eyes. He seemed as tired as Jim. “I just don’t get him. He was always on the wild side, but I thought he’d grow up eventually. He always got such good grades in school, and he was captain of all the sports teams. It’s like after he graduated from Stanford he went berserk and I don’t know how to get through to him. He told me he’s moving to LA and he wants to open one of those stores where they sell marijuana legally with a prescription from a doctor. Did you ever hear of such a thing?”

“You’re joking,” Jim said. He turned and leaned closer to Len.

“I wish I were,” Len said. “He didn’t ask me tonight, but I have a feeling he’s going to ask for money to help get this business going. He was just setting things up tonight. I know him too well. And frankly I don’t want to be associated with a business like that. I would gladly give him the money to go back to grad school, or to law school, or to do anything normal. But this idea of opening a storefront to sell pot just isn’t something I can support.”

Jim laughed. Len could be very conservative when it came to things like this. Though Jim had smoked pot in Princeton, and he would have liked a joint once in a while to wind down at night, Len wouldn’t allow it in the house. “They are called Medical Marijuana Dispensaries, not pot stores. And it’s all perfectly legal in some states. California is one of them. In California you’re allowed to have up to a certain amount of plants, more, I think, if you get permission from a doctor. It’s complicated and there are a lot of rules to follow. But it might not be a bad idea for Cain. At least he has a goal.”

Len turned and flung Jim a glance. “Dispensaries? How on earth do you know all this?”

Jim shrugged. “I have a client who owns a dispensary. I guess I never mentioned it before.” Because Jim worked at home, he liked to leave work behind when he shut down his office for the day. He rarely discussed his clients unless Len asked him specific questions.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Len said. “Let’s go to bed early.” He reached over, put his hand between Jim’s legs, and squeezed his ass.

On any other night, Jim would have spread his legs wider so Len’s fingers could go deeper. Their love-making had calmed down in the past year, and Jim often wondered if the proverbial honeymoon was over. When they’d first fallen in love, Len had been more aggressive, almost sleazy in his love-making. Now he yawned in front of the TV most nights and Jim couldn’t blame him. He was just as tired. Working full time, raising a child, and dealing with the everyday realities in their lives wasn’t always easy.

But that night Jim sat up and blinked. “Len, don’t do that.” He smacked Len’s hand and clamped his knees shut. “Cain could walk out here at any moment and see it. I’m still not sure he accepts the fact that you’re gay, let alone that I’m your husband.” Sometimes even Jim had trouble believing he was his best friend’s stepdad. They’d had a small marriage ceremony with a few close friends. And though same sex marriage wasn’t federally recognized, they referred to each other as husband and husband.

“He’s had three years to process all this,” Len said. “It’s time for him to grow up and realize that I’m gay, we’re married, and that it’s not going to change. If he were gay I would feel the same way.”

“I know,” Jim said. “But I’d feel more comfortable while he’s here if we remained discreet. And it’s not like we’re the kind of couple that holds hands while walking down the street.” Neither one of them had ever been overly affectionate in public. And it had nothing to do with them being gay. Len was a very discreet man in every aspect of his life. He didn’t drive a flashy car to let people know he had money; he still wore the same cowboy hat he’d had for the past ten years. Len and Jim didn’t have anything to prove to anyone, nor did they feel the need to put on a show or a display in public for the sake of shock value. They kept their passion and emotion for the privacy of their own bedroom.

Len stood up and scratched his crotch; he yawned. He was wearing those baggy short pants that Jim always thought looked so cute on him. “I’ll go take a shower and wait for you in bed.”

Jim glanced at him and smiled. “Don’t take a shower; just wait for me in bed. I’ll be there in a minute. I just want to do a few things in the kitchen first.” Jim preferred Len to smell natural, like a man, when they made love. He didn’t want him to smell soft and powdery and sweet.

“But I went to the stables and rode for an hour this afternoon,” Len said. “I really should shower.” Twice a week, without fail, Len put on his cowboy hat, his cowboy boots, and drove to a ranch in Chatsworth where he could ride horses. Sometimes Jim went with him if he had time. But for the most part it was Len’s private time, to be alone with his thoughts and release all the stress that had built up from working as an investment banker.

Jim glanced back to make sure Cain wasn’t standing in the kitchen. Then he ran his hand up the side of Len’s strong leg, up through his baggy short pants and boxer shorts, and he grabbed Len’s dick. He squeezed it and said, “I’d rather you didn’t shower first. We can both shower afterward.”

Chapter Three

While Len was waiting for Jim in the bedroom, Jim pulled a few of his favorite cleaning supplies out from under the sink and touched up a few things in the kitchen. When he walked into the kitchen every morning sparkling appliances made him smile. He liked the black granite counters to shine and he used a special product for this. He liked to see his reflection in the stainless steel appliances, and he had another special product for that. He’d always believed that if he kept up with things daily he wouldn’t have to spend long hours cleaning during his spare time. In other words, he never actually spent a full day house-cleaning. He cleaned as he went along.

Len had offered to hire a cleaning person to come in once or twice a week but the house was small enough for Jim to handle on his own. And it wasn’t as if Len didn’t pitch in. He would have done more around the house if he’d had time. Their relationship may have been defined in the bedroom in very specific ways, but around the house they were both equals. There were times when nothing turned Jim on more than seeing Len push the dust mop across the hardwood floors.

Before Jim put the stainless steel cleaner away, he spotted a few smudges on the bottom of the refrigerator. So he quickly went down on his hands and knees and sprayed the surface. But while he was down there wiping, he glanced up and saw a pair of naked legs in front of him. When he looked up, his head jerked back and he stood up so fast he dropped the cleaner.

Cain was standing there stark naked, with wet hair and a ridiculous grin. He smiled and said, “I was wondering if you have a hair dryer I could borrow. I left mine in Hawaii and I didn’t see one in the bathroom.” Then he bent down slowly, picked up the cleaner, and set it on the counter.

Jim started rubbing the clean counter, pretending to be busy so he wouldn’t have to look at Cain. “There’s one in the closet in the guest room,” he said, with a nervous lilt in his voice. “It’s hanging on a hook. You can’t miss it.” His head went down and he started rubbing the counter faster.

“Okay, man,” Cain said. “Thanks. Sorry to bother you. I guess you’re going to bed now. I guess when you’re with someone my dad’s age you go to bed earlier.”

“I was just ready to turn out the lights, and don’t be cute,” Jim said. “Your dad can run circles around me when it comes to energy.” He wanted to tell Cain to go back and put on a robe. He didn’t think it was appropriate for Cain to be walking around naked that way. But he decided not to say anything at all. He’d grown up with Cain. They’d been best friends all through school. They’d showered together in locker rooms, they’d undressed in front of each other without thinking twice about it, and they’d even gone skinny dipping on hot summer nights. There had never been anything sexual between them. Of course there were times when Jim had been attracted to Cain. Back when Jim was still in the closet and very frustrated sexually he used to secretly long to be with Cain. He’d sniffed his underwear and socks more than once. But none of this had ever led to anything sexual.

Cain crossed to where Jim was standing, loping in his bare feet. While Jim was still cleaning the counter, Cain put his arms around him and said, “Thanks for taking me in this way. I just want you to know that in spite of everything that’s happened I still consider you my best friend in the entire world.”

Jim stopped moving. He didn’t try to put his arms around Cain. He nodded and said, “I feel the same way about you.” He didn’t feel even slightly attracted to Cain. He felt more awkward than anything else and he couldn’t wait for Cain to go back to bed and leave him alone.

Cain squeezed him hard and then stepped back. He turned and said, “I’ll see you in the morning, man. I guess you want to get to bed. I’m sure my dad, with all his extra energy, is waiting for you right now.”

Jim ignored that remark. It sounded innocent enough. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He knew Cain too well not to suspect there wasn’t a slight hint of sarcasm between the lines. Cain was insinuating that Len was waiting for Jim in the bedroom for sex, not sleep. He obviously still had problems with the fact that Jim and Len were lovers and partners in every sense of the word. But Jim let that remark go on purpose. He had gay friends at work that actually slept in separate bedrooms when their families came to visit them. For some reason, they thought it was inappropriate for their families to see them go into the same bedroom. Len and Jim didn’t do this, not even when Jim’s mom and dad visited from Texas.

As Cain loped back to the guest room with the same cocky swagger he had when he walked down the street fully dressed, he sent Jim a backward glance and said, “Sweet dreams, baby-boy.” Jim hadn’t been called baby-boy in years. It was a nickname Cain’s mom used to call Jim when he’d been a child. He’d never liked it.

Jim looked up and caught a glimpse of Cain’s naked back. The lights were low. From that distance it could have been Len walking back to the guest room instead of Cain. Their naked bodies were almost identical. “Unless you want to be up early, you’d better close your bedroom door. We’re all up around seven in the morning. I take Culum to pre-school at eight, and your dad leaves for the office around the same time.”

“No problem, dude,” Cain said. “I’m an early riser.”

Jim watched him turn the corner. Before he turned, he reached down and scratched his dick. Jim closed his eyes and shook his head. If Cain continued to walk around naked in the house he’d have to say something to him. This wasn’t a frat house; Len and Jim wore clothes at all times, especially with Culum around. If he was going to live with them indefinitely he had to conform to their rules.

 

Gay Porn and Johnny Hazzard; The Lazy Beagle for Authors and Readers

 

Thanks to social media, I found a fascinating article written by gay porn star known as Johnny Hazzard. From the way it appears, he’s written the article as Frankie Valenti. The post to which I’m linking does contain adult material, so you’ve been warned. The photo above is not Hazzard it’s from wiki commons. I don’t like to post photos unless I have permission or I know it’s safe.

A good deal of the article gets into how Hazzard has managed to survive in the adult entertainment industry, specifically gay porn.

Then, most recently, writer and friend Brett Edward Stout asked me, “Johnny, how did you survive?” I was speechless. I had no answer.

I still can’t totally explain why I survived.

While I do think there are other industries that are just as competitive as adult entertainment (trust me, I work in one), I also think that porn stars across the board deal with a few more intense issues than others. And the adult entertainment industry has changed like everything else in the past few years and I’m not even certain it’s possible to reach the heights of stardom it once was. This statement backs up something I’ve been wondering about for a while.

 There are no “porn stars” anymore. And that could be a huge reason why we are losing some of the “big guys.” Many didn’t have a way out or didn’t have goals for when the title stopped meaning as much. I can relate. You have this title, this crown that acts like currency, like armor. When the money stops, that diminished title is all you have left. Today there are hundreds of boys flaunting the moniker “porn star” but getting paid a fraction of what they were five years ago.

You can read more here.

Valenti is also in a new non-porn indie film titled, Where We Belong, which I’ll post about very soon. The film seems to get into gay brothers. I have a gay brother and I’m interested in seeing how this was handled. I’m also interested in seeing how Valenti does crossing into something more mainstream. Most porn stars don’t fare well. For some reason it’s almost impossible to lose the image of porn star once it’s been established. I understand this all too well as an erotic romance author. It’s the same for authors who write erotic romance or anything dealing with strong sexual content…which is why the less courageous authors (and clever) use fake names when writing erotica. There’s one who won’t even be associated with his own pen name, which I find amusing. Frankly, I couldn’t care less. I love what I do and I personally regret nothing I’ve done…even that burping penis.

The Lazy Beagle for Authors, Readers, and Publishers

I’ve posted about a lot of great web sites for authors, readers, and publishers in the past, but I’ve never come across one that is this unique. It’s called Lazy Beagle: Bringing Readers and Authors of all Genres Together in One Location.

I added a few of my books last week, and I’m in the process of getting more to them. It’s simple to do, and it’s another way for people to connect through social media that isn’t daunting and requires very little time.

This is from the home page:

Welcome to Lazy Beagle Entertainment founded by author Patrick Wendling-Markwell and husband, and sometimes co-author, Rondal D. Markwell. Ever find it hard to find self-published books and other books not promoted with a million dollar advertising budget. Looking for that hidden gem? Well here at LBE we will link you with your favorite published and self-published authors, and give authors a prominent place to link their work and promote themselves, so they are no longer hidden gems but displayed diamonds! We will provide links to all locations the book is available for purchase, and all available sites where you can follow the author. This page was started originally to be for self-published authors, but we have opened it up to any and all authors, self-published or not.

I especially like the fact that they put an emphasis on self-published authors and books. I can’t even count the times I’ve wished there were a place where I could browse through a list of self-published books and authors as a reader.

Here’s the home page link.

Here’s the page where you can add books.

And here’s my page once again. My full list of titles isn’t up yet, but I’m getting there.

Like I said, it’s very casual and simple to navigate.