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The State of Marriage; FIFA Jock Underwear Investigation; FREE Gay Excerpt: My Fair Laddie by Ryan Field

The State of Marriage

There’s a book out by Ted Olson and David Boies titled, Redeeming the Dream: The Case For Marriage Equality. This web site to which I’m linking claims the book is “ahistorical” with respect to gay marriage and that it exaggerates their role in legalizing gay marriage in the US. I’m mentioning this because the focus of this part of the post is about Vermont, Supreme Court Justice Beth Robinson, and the upcoming documentary The State of Marriage. My general focus is to show that the fight for same sex marriage has been a collaboration.

But first here’s something from the article about the two who have allegedly decided to rewrite gay marriage history. I haven’t read the book and don’t intend to read it.

But here’s the problem. Like Becker’s book, the Olson/Boies book reveals a profound ignorance of the decades of strategy, advocacy, and perseverance that made gay marriage in America possible. Its authors make the surprisingly callow mistake of participating in an important cause, seeing success around them, and arrogantly assuming they did it all by themselves. And in doing so, they, like Becker, make it harder for the world to understand what’s truly involved in successful social change.

The article goes on to talk about how these two authors did it all by themselves and those who helped were supporting THEM. It’s a fascinating piece and one I think is important to read because history is often rewritten to suit the needs of the most self-serving.

And people like Supreme Court Justice Beth Robinson who married Tony and me last January have been working to legalize both domestic partnership and same sex marriage long before most people even knew it was an issue, socially or politically. The fight to legalize gay marriage has always been, and continues to be, a collaboration of many different people and factors and no one person should be credited directly.

In any event, I think the upcoming documentary, The State of Marriage, that Tony and I were lucky enough to be part of will show a great deal of how same sex marriage began in the US and how it’s evolved, historically speaking. I’ve posted about this many times and you can read more here. Best of all, The State of Marriage had a crowdfunding campaign with Indiegogo and they reached their goal. You can read more about that here. There’s also a video clip and we’re at the end.

Jock Underwear Investigation

When I posted about the audience chanting gay slurs at a World Cup event last week I had no idea this is how things would turn out. But I guess I shouldn’t be all that surprised either. FIFA doesn’t seem to think the anti-gay chants are important enough to investigate, so they are going to worry about something far more important. They will be focused on an investigation that deals with a jock wearing the wrong kind of underwear. That’s right. Underwear.

Brazilian soccer star Neymar was spotted wearing a pair of Blue Man boxers, featuring his country’s yellow and green flag against Cameroon on Monday.

But the only problem is that Blue Man is not a FIFA World Cup sponsor.

According to Brazilian media reports, the 22-year-old soccer superstar is now being investigated by his choice of underwear with FIFA claiming it violates its disciplinary code.

You can read more here to find out how FIFA ruled on chanting the word “Puto.” There’s also a photo of the underwear and a jock.

Once again, sports trumps equality and discrimination.

FREE Gay Excerpt My Fair Laddie by Ryan Field

Here’s an unedited excerpt from a book I wrote titled, My Fair Laddie. It’s not fanfic. It’s a gay interpretation/parody of a classic storyline called Pygmalion that’s been reinvented many times by many other people. I just happened to reinvent the gay version, with highly erotic gay scenes, for people who enjoy reading gay stories. As far as I know, that was never done before I did it. Think of the way they are planning to interpret the old movie, Gay Father of the Bride.

There’s also a huge e-book sale happening over at that I didn’t know about until I looked for the link below. Prices have been greatly slashed. My .99 e-books are selling for .69. I feel like Second Hand Rose 🙂

My Fair Laddie by Ryan Field

Harlan Henderson threw two huge parties a year. One was in late springtime, where his historic Greek revival, located on an elegant Savannahsquare, was filled with fresh exotic flowers and the swimming pool overflowed with handsome young men in skimpy bathing suits. The other fell at Christmastime, where there was a fully decorated Christmas tree in every room and a lit candle placed in the middle of every windowsill.

Harlan came from an old, respected Savannahfamily. Aside from his Aunt Margaret who spent most of her time in New York, he was the only one left. 

            The spring party always sported a different theme. One year it was roses. The entire house had been filled with roses in every size, shade, and variety. Another year is was purple ribbons, with aubergine silk flowing from every window, sconce, and chandelier.  But the year Harlan chose a pomegranate theme was probably the springtime party Harlan would remember, in detail, for the rest of his life. And that’s because it was the party that would change his life in ways he never could have predicted.

            Though most of the pomegranate theme party hadn’t been much different from his other spring parties, the last fifteen minutes made Harlan’s eyes cross and his face turn red. While he was standing at the front door saying goodnight to the last of his guests, he moved a large cache pot filled with pomegranates away from the wall to show one of his guests the cache pot was an important Asian antique that had been in his family for years. Only he forgot to move it back against the wall when he was finished explaining, and an awkward young waiter carrying a tray of empty martini glasses tripped over it on his way from the dining room to the kitchen. The waiter lurched forward; the martini tray flew up in the air. Then the waiter pressed both palms to Harlan’s back and the tray landed on Harlan’s most important guest of the evening: a female senator from Georgia. Though for the most part the martini glasses had been empty, there had been remnants of pomegranate martini in a few of them.

            When Harlan looked up and saw his distinguished guest had two small spots of watered down pomegranate martini on her beige cocktail dress, he clenched his fists and glared at the young waiter. He didn’t bother to notice the waiter had spilled more pomegranate martini on his own white shirt, and he didn’t bother to ask if the young waiter had hurt himself during the fall.

            Harlan turned to the senator and said, “I’m so sorry. Please send me the bill for the dress. I can’t seem to find good help anywhere these days.” Then he sent the young waiter a seething glance. Harlan had seen this guy working around the house. Usually, he was working outside with the other landscapers, but Harlan had never actually met him.

            The senator wiped the drops of pomegranate with her palm and smiled at the waiter. “I’m fine,” she said. “I’m sure my dry cleaner can remove them. Don’t give it a second thought.”

            The waiter regained his balance and stepped forward. He appeared large and awkward and gangly; his pants too short and too tight and his white shirt so large the shoulder seams drooped down his arm. “I’m sorry ma’am. I been on my feet all night and didn’t see them red fruits down there in that there big ole pot. I know they wasn’t there before. Someone must a moved’em.” He looked up at Harlan and then pointed. “Them things is dangerous. Ya’ll ought to get’em out of the way before a person falls and breaks somethin important.”

            Harlan’s eyes bugged and his jaw dropped. He kicked the cache pot into the wall and said, “Them things is only dangerous when there are idiots in the room.” He wasn’t shouting, but he mocked the way the young waiter spoke. This guy had the worst, backwater drawl Harlan had ever heard. It brought chills to his spine and pain to his eardrums. And Harlan knew all about dialects. He’d been studying two distinct aspects of dialect all of his adult life: regional and social class. He not only had a doctorate in applied linguistics, he’d also written text books and given lectures about the differences between regional and social class dialects. And this waiter, as far as he was concerned, had the worst combined regional and lower class dialect he’d ever heard in the entire country. There was something unusual about it that didn’t make sense.

            The senator smiled and shook Harlan’s hand. She pointed to a section of her dress, down near the hem, where the drops of pomegranate martini had landed and said, “Look, no harm done. You can hardly see anything now.”

            “I’m so sorry ma’am,” the waiter said. “I like to die when that tray went over, I did.”

            Harlan smiled, thanked the senator for attending his party, and watched her walk down the front path. By the time Harlan turned around, his closest academic associate, Dr. Fritz Gordon, an older professor who had once been Harlan’s teacher, was grinning at him.

            “Calm down, old boy,” Fritz said. “No harm done. I saw it from across the hall. The lad tripped over the fish bowl because it was in the middle of the room. It wasn’t his fault.”

            “See,” the waiter said. “I told ya it weren’t my fault.” Then he smiled at Fritz and said, “Thanks all the same, but I ain’t no lad. Just turned twenty last week.”

            Fritz smiled and bowed. “My apologies then, young man.”  

            But Harlan wasn’t smiling. He raised an eyebrow and glared at the waiter who was now down on the floor, on his hands and knees, picking up pomegranates two at a time and placing them back in the cache pot every which way.

            The boy looked up and said, “Ya’ll are getting all worked up over nuthin when the lady already went and said them little drops weren’t botherin her. You couldn’t hardly seen’em.”

            Harlan took a quick breath. In all the years he’d been studying and writing text books and papers about regional and social class dialect, he’d never met anyone who spoke as poorly as this young man. His drawl was so thick it was difficult to understand most of his sentences. And there was an unusual hint of British cockney mixed in with the drawl. He dropped all g’s, usually ignored h’s, misused most verbs, and didn’t have a clue when it came to the differences between words like them and those. It was almost as if he were speaking a completely different language.

            “She was being gracious, you little fool,” Harlan said. “The woman is a senator and her campaign depends on large donations from people like me. She is probably in her car, right now, cursing me, not to mention my party. I’ve never been so mortified.”

            The young guy plopped the last pomegranate into the cache pot and stood up. He put his hands on his hips and frowned. “Who you callin a fool?  I like to die when them funny lookin apples damn near knocked me into the next room. If ya’ll axes me, ya’ll are the fool for leavin them there things out in plain sight where a person could kill hisself.”

            This guy didn’t just use improper grammar and speak with a drawl. He mispronounced words, too. When he pronounced sight as sot and ask as ax, Harlan rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling for help. “Where on earth did you go to school? I’d like to meet your first grade teacher and club her. I’ve never heard such a bastardization of the English language. You, my dear boy, are the reason refined and educated southern people get a bad reputation all the time. You make the rest of us look bad.”

              The waiter blinked. Though he seemed clueless, he knew Harlan was insulting him. “I’m a good kid, I am,” he said. “Never got messed up with no drugs and don’t even drink no beer likes the rest a them kids I know. Ya’ll got some nerve talkin to me as if I’m some kinda trash.”

GLAAD Awards, Gay Marriage Fundraiser, The State of Marriage

GLAAD Awards, Gay Marriage Fundraiser, The State of Marriage

Tonight the GLAAD Awards are happening in LA, and you can sign up here to view it on a livestream. Among many of the people who will be there like Linda Bloodworth Thomason (Creator of TV show Designing Women), Jeff Kaufman who is producing Vermont: The State of Marriage will also be there tonight. The documentary he’s making about gay marriage is hugely important to the LGBT community. And it needs all the support it can get. There’s a fundraiser over at Indiegogo right now and you can donate as little as five dollars to help the cause. I know how important this is to all those who read and write m/m romance. I hear from people in the genre all the time. This fundraiser is one way to participate if you don’t have the time to do anything else to help gay marriage move forward. It’s still not legal in most states in the US. And couples like Tony and me who live in states like Pennsylvania are not recognized where we live even though we are legally married in other states. Documentaries like this one help promote the cause. But it takes funding, too, and that’s the hardest part. I can personally tell you because Tony and I are in the documentary that it is all legitimate and Jeff Kaufman has many excellent film credits behind his name. Most of all, you’ll be contributing in your own way to something historical, and on the right side of history. Sometimes all it takes if five dollars to help change the world.

You can also check out the link above to see who else will be at the GLAAD Awards.

And here’s a link to donate to The State of Marriage at Indiegogo. Tony and I are at the very end of the clip exchanging wedding rings at the actual (not a fake) ceremony in Vermont this past January.

Those who follow me on this blog and read my books, know I rarely ask people to donate to anything. I recently mentioned a campaign to help authors TJ Klune and Eric Arvin because they were going through a huge medical crisis and hospital costs were adding up. The response was amazing. The support was heartfelt. So this is only the second time I’ve asked people to donate to anything, and only because I feel it’s so important.

Our Wedding Video, The State of Marriage; Rob Lowe Gay Kiss

Our Wedding Video, The State of Marriage

I heard from Jeff Kaufman yesterday about his documentary on Vermont titled, The State of Marriage. For those who don’t know, I posted about how Tony and I were lucky enough to be part of this, and to be married by Vermont Supreme Court Justice, Beth Robinson, last January when we were married in Montgomery Center, Vermont. Jeff just sent me this latest information about an interesting Indiegogo project he’s doing to raise money to finish the film. Indiegogo is basically the same type of thing as kickstarter. People who support gay marriage and are interested in how a good deal of this all started in Vermont with civil unions can leave as little as $5.00 in support. I’ll post all info below for anyone interested in checking it out. There’s also a clip at the Indiegogo page to which I’m linking where you can see Tony and me at the end, during our ceremony exchanging rings. It’s not just a documentary about equal rights, it’s also about love.

From my inbox:

Today is the 5-year anniversary of the Vermont House and Senate overriding the governor’s marriage equality veto, making Vermont the first state to enact full marriage equality not through court dictate, but through the vote of the legislature – – the will of the people. It was an extraordinary accomplishment, built on decades of tireless work, that we preserve and pass on in THE STATE OF MARRIAGE.

This morning we are launching an Indiegogo fundraising campaign to cover the cost of post production for THE STATE OF MARRIAGE. We’ve completed filming, I’m now doing the script, we will start editing on May 1, and we will complete the film this summer. Please take a look at the Indiegogo site for THE STATE OF MARRIAGE. There is a new trailer (with a personal introduction), dozens of screen shots from the film, some excellent “thank you” premiums, and many ways to contribute (all tax deductible). I hope you can help, and that you will share this important effort through email, text, twitter, and any other means of communication you can think of. Post production involves editing, transcribing interviews, purchasing archival footage, composing and recording music, color correction, sound design, and other (costly) steps. All levels of support will make a difference, and will be greatly appreciated. 


THANK YOU to everyone who has been part of this amazing effort . . . and for any help you can offer.

Best – Jeff
When you check out the link above and you look at the sidebar where they’ve listed what people who donate will receive, you’ll see that I’ve offered to write an m/m romance novel for someone who donates $5,000.00. The story will feature the people who donated as the main characters, and I’ll be telling their personal story about how they met, the challenges they’ve faced, or whatever they’d like to see me write. To be clear, all this money goes toward getting this film out there. I receive no monetary compensation and I’m donating my time as a writer to the cause. This is what it says:

Novel About YOU! + BONUS

Ryan Field (, author of over 150 gay romance novels, will write a printable eBook based directly on your own story, with the name of you and your loved one as the lead characters. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to be immortalized in print – and to share the meaning of your relationship with others. Plus: a DVD or digital download of THE STATE OF MARRIAGE.
One of the interesting things about this video is that you can see how long it’s taken, and how some of the people who began the fight for equal rights have aged so gracefully during the process. This really is about so many things, from love to history in the making. And all of us, everyone reading this post right now, have been part of it. All the people who’ve been reading and writing m/m romance have been part of it. I’ve seen your updates, tweets, and read all your posts and I know how hard you’ve all worked in your own way to help support equal rights. It hasn’t just been a solitary effort, this time it really did take that whole proverbial village to pull it off. And in some cases donating only $5.00 to the cause in support of a video like The State of Marriage helps just as much as if you went out and held a picket sign in protest.
Rob Lowe Gay Kiss
I really had intended to end today’s post with the documentary information, but I noticed a headline about Rob Lowe kissing a man and could NOT ignore that. Mainly because I think Rob Lowe is now, and has always been, one of the most attractive actors in Hollywood. I’ve also read features in Architectural Digest about his home, and he knows what he’s doing in that department, too.
In any event, Lowe has a new memoir and he mentions kissing another man, a straight man…two straight men kissing.
Lowe writes: ‘I kissed a man recently, and with romantic intent. I liked and admired him very much, and professionally he is as good as anyone in his field, but truth be told he isn’t conventionally attractive. In fact, he is not tall, lacks any hair whatsoever and is a bit older than anyone I would likely be interested in kissing, regardless of gender.”
‘But I did it anyway, and not without the apprehension you would expect from someone completely new to that sort of thing.’
I guess that doesn’t sound as if Lowe was overly enthusiastic about kissing a man, especially that man in particular. I can understand this. I’d feel the same way if I had to kiss Joy Behar romantically (ugh). But I wouldn’t mind kissing Beyoncé.  
So what I’d really like to know is how Lowe would have felt if he’d kissed a hot guy.