Category: Lady Gaga

Goodreads 25 Million; Ken Doll Porn; Cher Marks Her Territory

Goodreads 25 Million

According to this article in galleycat,, a social network for readers, authors, publishers and anything book related, topped 25 million users this past year.

Amazon’s social reading platform Goodreads now has 25 million members, almost double the number of members that it had at this time last year.

I think this is interesting for several reasons. One, there was a firestorm over book reviews and alleged bullying over the past year and a half at goodreads and I followed it haphazardly out of curiosity. Some didn’t like what goodreads did and vowed to delete their accounts and never return. I don’t go there often so I don’t know the details. Evidently, this drama had a minor impact on goodreads or Amazon and whatever happened there didn’t seem to affect the millions of people who are just beginning to really take the Internet seriously. Many of us who have been working and blogging and interacting online for the past ten years often take for granted that everyone is just like us. But if you go into a supermarket anywhere in the US and you question people about goodreads most still won’t know what you’re talking about and I would bet none would know there was even a discussion about book reviews, bullying, and goodreads. I’m not trying to diminish either side of the argument. I’m just being realistic.

Second, I’d like to know how they gather this information about 25 millions users. Is it 25 million individual users? Or is it based upon a quarter of that amount with most users signing up with multiple accounts and fake identities? C’mon. Like that doesn’t happen? Ha!! Something doesn’t make sense to me. And if it doesn’t make sense the odds are it’s questionable.

You can read more hype here. I have nothing against goodreads. I just don’t have the time I wish I had to go there and actively participate as much as I’d like to. The few times I’ve been in book give-aways there it’s always bothered me that the US members are usually the only readers who are able to participate. Why can’t it be global? I do global give-aways here whenever I do a blog hop.

 Ken Doll Porn

The other day I reviewed the film, Don Jon, and mentioned in the review how the main character’s girlfriend went BERserk when she caught him watching porn. So when I saw this link and watched how the main character’s girlfriend in this clip reacted to him having sex with a Ken doll it reminded me of Don Jon. It could almost parody Don Jon.

Cannot stop laughing!  tipped us off to this masterpiece. This dude is one of the sexiest men we have laid our eyes on in a long time! Humor turns up the sexy factor big time.

I wonder if Joseph Gordon-Levitt saw this.

You can view it here.

Cher Marks Her Territory

I often think there must be something missing in my gay genes, because I’ve never been part of the gay male fandom with entertainers like Cher, Streisand, Garland, or even Madonna. I like them all, don’t get me wrong. I respect them all, too. But I would rather stand in line for Mumford & Sons than any of them.

Evidently, Cher isn’t too happy with the way the media makes Lady Gaga out to be a young “Cher” or a young “Madonna.” So Cher made this statement:

“You can’t be the young anybody else. That’s why Gaga is Gaga and Madonna is Madonna. All these people are themselves. You can’t be the young anybody… There is no young me. If you get to be that, if you get to a certain level, you have to be the young you … Until I’m dead. Maybe when I’m dead, someone will go, ‘Oh that’s the young Cher.’”

I get that. I like Cher even more now. I was once compared to another gay author and it didn’t sit well with me either. But I also think it’s human nature for people to do this and I’m not that sensitive about it. I’ve been compared to much worse in my time, trust me.

You can check it out here.  

Free Excerpt: Cowboy Christmas Miracle; Brian Boitano is Gay You Say; Boycott Russian Olympics

Free Excerpt: Cowboy Christmas Miracle

This Friday the free excerpt I’m putting up is from the release of my new novel, Cowboy Christmas Miracle, in the Glendora Hill series. It’s 70,000 words in length, I set the entire story in a fictional town, Glendora Hill, in Texas Hill Country, and I wanted it to be more emotional than usual because the story involves a life and death issue with one character. It was hard to do because I wrote it in August during a heat wave. But this is the one that made the copy editor cry, so I’ve been told. As with future books in the Glendora Hill series this book is a stand alone, but this series will always be set in the same small Hill Country town and most of the characters will continue to return throughout the series.

You can find the book here, here (it’s on sale @$4.99 there), and here. It’s also up at most places where e-books are sold and I think readers have their own preferences nowadays so I just provide links I think might be most popular. I know I shop at the same places for books.

Here’s the blurb:

In the little Texas Hill Country town of Glendora Hill, everyone decorates for the holidays as elaborately as they do for all seasons. Dr. Keith Elliot notices this his first night in town, and only moments after he also notices that his new neighbor, Judd, is the big strong cowboy of his dreams. But when Judd says something unthinkable to Keith after they make love for the first time, Keith throws him out and decides to focus on his new position at the Glendora Hill Medical Center and riding his new horse at a ranch outside of town. At the ranch, he meets Ben, another handsome young cowboy who just moved to town. Through a series of events between Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve over which Keith has no control, he finds himself falling deeply love with two cowboys at the same time. Then Keith buys the old firehouse on Main Street, his new best friend and landlord, Sebastian, develops serious medical issues, and Keith’s love life becomes even more complicated. When Keith and his two cowboys finally admit they all love each other, will they ever find the peace they all seem to want so much? And will poor sweet Sebastian get the medical miracle he needs so Christmas in Glendora Hill won’t be ruined that year?

And this is an excerpt in raw form that hasn’t been published anywhere else but here. It’s from chapter ten, where the main character goes house hunting because he wants to put down roots in Glendora Hill, and, he wants something very unusual.

It was evident to Keith that Kelly Williams had no intention of walking from the real estate office all the way up to the north end of town to the firehouse in those six-inch stilettos. So after she picked up the keys to the firehouse from a peg board, he followed her out to the back parking lot where she led him to a massive old white Cadillac convertible with the top down.

          As Kelly headed toward the driver’s side, he ran his palm along the windshield and glanced at the blue interior. “This is a great car,” he said. “It’s a 1963 Coupe De Ville, isn’t it?”

          She opened the door and said, “It’s a ’64. It was my late husband’s. I have a newer one at home, but I prefer to drive this one in nice weather. The top doesn’t work anymore and I keep meaning to get it fixed.”

          He sat down next to her and reached for the seatbelt. It was the old-fashioned kind, the type that only belted around the waist. “It’s in perfect condition.”

          She started the engine and said, “It only has fifty thousand original miles, too.” Then she put it in gear, hit the gas, and they jerked out of the parking lot so fast a gust of wind hit Keith and blew his cowboy hat right into the backseat.

          She drove so fast he didn’t bother to reach back for his hat until they reached the old firehouse. On the way, she waved at passersby, honked the horn, and barely missed one red light. Keith was amazed she could even see over the steering wheel. She’d held the top of the wheel with two hands and lifted her chin high. All the people they passed in town seemed to stop and step back when they saw her coming.

          When she pulled the keys out of the ignition, she patted the steering wheel and said, “She still drives like new, doesn’t she?”
          Keith reached for his hat in the backseat and took a quick breath. “Yes, she does, Kelly.” He was already thinking up an excuse so he could walk back to his truck.

          Kelly grabbed the keys to the firehouse and opened the car door. “You’re not going to like what you see. But it’s better for you to know than wonder. Follow me.”

          As they crossed the railroad tracks, Kelly pointed and said, “There hasn’t been a train through here in years. So at least that’s not an issue.”

          But Keith wasn’t paying attention to the railroad tracks. The first thing he noticed was the property to the right of the building, and how deep it went in back. It reminded him of the trail he’d been on with Judd yesterday, with green rolling hills, live oaks, and clusters of other trees that looked as if they’d been planted there on purpose. Yet he knew it was all natural.

          He also noticed there wasn’t a plant, tree, or shrub around the exterior of the building. The sidewalk leading to the front door was cracked and the grass had been neglected for so long anything that had overgrown had now matted into harsh clumps of brown. The building itself was red brick with white trim. The brick seemed to be in good shape, but the white trim was peeling everywhere.

          Keith glanced up at the massive garage doors that had once housed fire engines. He looked above the doors and noticed a round seal set right below where the roof arched at the highest point. He saw the image of a cowboy on the seal, riding bareback on a horse up on two hind legs in a dramatic way. Old buildings like this usually had flat roofs; this one had an A-frame, which he liked. He pointed to the round seal and asked, “What’s that?”
          Kelly looked up from the door and squinted. “I think that’s the old town seal,” she said. “It was designed by some famous artist, I think. But I can’t remember. I think his last name went something like Lexington.”

           Keith looked up again and said, “That’s an Arnold Lexington up there?” He’d been a fan of Lexington’s famous western artwork since he’d studied American fine art in college. Lexington was known for his vivid depictions of the Old West, Native Americans, and horses. Keith had never actually seen any of his work in person. That town seal had to be worth a small fortune itself.

          “That’s the name,” Kelly said, as she pushed the old front door open. “But it’s not Arnold Lexington. It’s Ashley Lexington, Arnold’s cousin.”

          He remembered reading about Ashley Lexington, too, who had never been as famous as his older cousin. His work wasn’t worth anything. But it didn’t matter to Keith. He wasn’t shopping for art. He was shopping for a home.

          Kelly went inside first and Keith followed. He glanced at the front door and had a feeling there was solid oak beneath all those layers of white paint.

          Kelly looked around and sighed aloud. “This is it. Not very impressive, I’m afraid.”
          The floor was concrete, the walls exposed brick. The windows on the sides of the building were all tall and thin. The exposed ceiling was so high Keith couldn’t even begin to predict its measure. He took a deep breath and exhaled. “I’ve never seen anything more prefect.” It reminded him of a million-dollar loft in an old factory one of his friends in medical school had shared with someone in Chicago.

          Kelly flung him a look and said, “Huh?”
          She clearly didn’t get it. He smiled and said, “It’s perfect.”

          “But the walls are just brick and the floors are concrete,” Kelly said.

          “I know,” Keith said. “I can just see these floors stained and polished. And you can’t find brick walls like that anywhere. It’s the look I’ve always wanted all my life and never thought I’d find.”

          As they walked through the rest of the building Keith kept seeing things he loved and talking about what he would do there. Kelly kept looking at him as if she was now afraid to be alone with him and shaking her head. Toward the back of the firehouse the ceiling became lower because there was a second floor back there where the firemen used to take naps. He couldn’t believe the iron circular staircase was still there, and intact. And when he saw the pole where the firemen used to slide down in emergencies from the second floor loft he almost started to cry. Nothing in the building had been touched, or renovated. There was even an old kitchen in the back that had the original gas stove and art deco refrigerator.

          Kelly figured after he saw the kitchen he would turn around and want to leave. But he just smiled and said, “I would have to renovate it all. But I love the open concept and can you imagine the dinner parties I could have here?” Best of all, though he didn’t mention this aloud, because the asking price was so low he would still have room in his budget to do the renovations without going into huge debt.

          Kelly snorted this time. “I can’t even imagine making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in this shit hole.”

          This time Keith looked at her as if she’s lost her mind.

          “I’m sorry,” she said. “But I just don’t get it.”

          He laughed. “I know, but trust me. I know what I’m talking about. This place is a dream come true.”

          “Yeah, well, wait until you see this, honey.”  

          Then she gestured to the right of the kitchen to a set of more old wooden doors that had been painted with layers of white paint. She opened one door, stepped to the side, and said, “I think I should have shown you this part of the dream first. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

          Keith frowned and walked over to the doors. He looked at Kelly for a second, and then stepped into the room expecting to see something from a horror film. It was the only room closed off from the rest of the firehouse. Kelly seemed so repulsed by this room her lips twisted and she refused to actually look inside for any length of time. For a moment, he had a feeling she was getting ready to hold her nose.

          But when he walked into the room and he looked around, he pressed his palm to his chest and gasped. He held his breath for a moment and felt like pinching himself to make sure this was all real.

          Kelly laughed and said, “Pretty awful, isn’t it? A real shit hole.”

          He walked to the middle of the room and glanced all the way around. He wasn’t sure where to look first; he still couldn’t catch his breath. In one corner he saw a row of old white porcelain urinals, in another he saw stalls with toilets and doors that only went partially down to the beige tiled floor. The entire room had been tiled in large beige rectangles, from floor to ceiling. There were six old sinks lined up along one wall, a couple of metal towel dispensers, and all the original fixtures were still in place. He took a deep breath and found it even smelled like a men’s room. If there was such a thing as a gay God, he’d been looking down on Keith that afternoon.

          But more than that, to the left of the urinals he found a step-down shower room that had been tiled with the same beige rectangles. There were three showerheads each on three walls and he couldn’t help imaging all those big strong naked firemen taking hot showers together. He grew so excited he turned around, lifted poor Kelly up, and spun her around. “I have to have this place. What do I have to do to get it?”
          When he set her down she laughed and said, “You can’t be serious. Please tell me you’re joking.”

          He could see she wasn’t offended when he picked her up. In fact, he had a feeling she’d liked it. “I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

          She looked around and gestured to the urinals. “It’s a men’s room, dear God. There are filthy old urinals.” She spoke as if she were ready to gag and vomit.

          He wanted to say, “It’s a dream come true.” But he smiled and said, “I can make this one of the best homes in town. Just tell me what I have to do next.” He knew she didn’t get it. He knew she never would get it. But he also knew when he told Ben and Sebastian about buying this place, and when he showed them the men’s room, they would get it. And more importantly, it felt like home. And he now he would have enough property to build a barn of his own and keep Zabar there instead of at the Marshall Ranch.

          Kelly shrugged and said, “If you’re that serious, you put in an offer, give me a deposit, and I’ll present it to the town council. Then we see how they react and take it from there. But I have to warn you. They’ve turned down other offers because they want this building to remain commercial.”

          He smiled at the urinals again and said, “I’ll do anything they want. I’ll even put it in writing. I’ll open a small bookshop on the first floor and use it as a tax write-off. Just help me get this place.”

Brian Boitano is Gay You Say

Get my smelling salts again.

In keeping with the latest trend, figure skater Brian Boitano just came out…”as gay.” That’s right “as gay.” Also in keeping with the trend, everyone who comes out now is doing it “as gay,” at least that’s how the mainstream media keeps referring to these disclosures. I’m really not trying to be snarky, or to take anything away from Boitano, but seriously. Was there ever any doubt?

“It is my desire to be defined by my achievements and my contributions,” Boitano said in a statement sent to The Huffington Post. “While I am proud to play a public role in representing the American Olympic Delegation as a former Olympic athlete, I have always reserved my private life for my family and friends and will continue to do so.”
“I am many things: a son, a brother, and uncle, a friend, an athlete, a cook, an author, and being gay is just one part of who I am,” he continued. “First and foremost I am an American athlete and I am proud to live in a country that encourages diversity, openness and tolerance. As an athlete, I hope we can remain focused on the Olympic spirit which celebrates achievement in sport by peoples of all nations.”

And now he’s gay.

Again, I really don’t want to sound snarky here. The coming out (“as gay”) process is different for everyone and when Boitano was at the height of his career it wasn’t the cool thing to do. But more important, it could have hurt his career back then. Even though he sounds a little cliche here I do know a lot of men who feel the same way he feels and I respect that completely. On the other hand, I’ll be smiling a lot more when I see Tom Cruise (or someone as famous) just show up somewhere with a man on his arm and say nothing at all.

I’m still for a full boycott. What’s going to happen is that we’ll get through these Olympics without any incidents at all. Everyone we’ve forgotten about for years will get a lot of attention, make a lot of money, and hug and kiss to the point where they might have to call the Russian schmaltz police. But what happens to the LGBT people in Russia after the Olympics? Are things going to change for them or are Russian actors from bad Russian sitcoms still going to call for gays to be burned alive in ovens?

I wish I could be more optimistic about this. You can read more here, if you think it’s necessary to do that.

Boycott Russian Olympics

I’m not the only one who still thinks we should stop playing games and just boycott the entire thing. John Grant and Lady Gaga both think there should be a boycott, along with many others. This article is about how Grant feels:

We recently spoke with Grant about everything from Woody Allen movies to collaborating with Sinead O’Connor to that Elton shout-out being “one of the greatest nights of my life.” Additionally, Grant told us why he agrees with Lady Gaga that the U.S. is morally bound to boycott the Russian Olympics, but why it’s important for artists to keep touring Russia despite the government-sanctioned oppression.  

You can read more here. As I’ve said, it’s going to be interesting to see what happens in Russia with LGBT people six months or a year from now. A lot of people predicted the holocaust and a lot of people ignored them. I’d hate to see anything like that ever happen again in the history of the world.


Lady Gaga, Feminism; Ryan Carnes Gay Character GH; Quidditch Craze

Lady Gaga, Feminism

A person who has been a guest blogger with a pop culture review here before, David Aria, has a piece out in Spindle magazine I found interesting. It’s about feminism, women in publishing, a mix of pop culture reference, and even Lady Gaga and Truman Capote.

Biographically Porter and Gaga also share a striking array of similarities, so much to the point that one would think that Gaga is actually Porter reincarnated. Though they both came from radically different backgrounds, both were nostalgic about their family heritage, Gaga from Italian lineage and Porter of Old Southern legacy (Porter was literally granddaughter of the Confederacy), and often spoke of it with great reverence. Amusingly, both Gaga and Porter infused their social sphere and preferred the company of homosexual men (Porter’s GBFF was actually Vogue photographer George Platt Lynes). And interestingly enough, just as Gaga is public “frenemies” with Perez Hilton, Porter had a similar “frenemy” styled relationship with author Truman Capote. They both often made each other’s guest list but rarely had a kind word for one another, or at least none that didn’t come with a personal dig.

I didn’t know Porter’s best friend was George Platt Lynes, and I’ve posted about him before. I’ve read a great deal about Truman Capote (and posted about) and his socialite women friends, those he referred to as his “swans” (Babe Paley) and didn’t know Porter was his “frenemy.” But I can see now how that could happen.

In any event, it’s an interesting piece and you can read it in full here. I refrain from commenting on things like feminism because I leave that up to the women who author publishing blogs and book review sites. Feminism is their territory. Anything LGBT related is mine, so I save my comments for those topics. I’m going to try to get David Aria to do a few more book reviews here on the blog because I like his criticism. I’d like to see his opinions about mainstream hetero romances, the ones with women in long flowing gowns on the covers.

Ryan Carnes Gay Character GH

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that I watched the soap, General Hospital, all through high school and college. I haven’t seen it in about ten years, though. The gist of this story seems to be almost a little cliche. Actor makes good on daytime drama and quits daytime drama to go on to bigger and better things. Bigger and better things don’t happen; Actor returns to daytime drama ten years later to his old role with vim and vigor.

But the interesting thing about this case is that when the storyline with Ryan Carnes’s character started getting more gay back when, he left General Hospital. Now he’s back again. Some have speculated he left because he was playing two other gay roles and he didn’t want to be typecast in only gay roles. Carnes has never commented on this, and I don’t blame him. The fact is that once you are pigeonholed in any of the arts…even publishing…it’s hard to break out of the proverbial box. It can be a wonderful thing, and also sometimes frustrating.

Actor Ryan Carnes had his first day back this week to the Los Angeles set of the ABC soap General Hospital after nine years away. ‘First day back in Port Charles,’ the actor tweeted, mentioning the soap’s fictional city. ‘Twas a good day.’

I think I’ll set the DVR. I haven’t seen GH in years and I wonder if Monica is still carrying on like she used to.

You can read more here.

Quidditch Craze

I never saw the Harry Potter films or read the books. It’s just not my thing, so I didn’t even know what Quidditch was until I read this article. Evidently, Quidditch involves flying. But the new real life craze doesn’t do that.

This is not exactly the beginning of a regular sports match, as people weave past each other trying to avoid the smack of a hard ball into their back, or a wooden pole into their chest as they get tackled. This is a real-life quidditch match, straight out of Harry Potter. The teams are not flying, but running around with brooms between their legs, playing what is essentially a combination of rugby, dodgeball and lacrosse.

It’s being promoted as a gender-free sport. You can read more here.

Follow Up: Lady Gaga and Jamey Rodemeyer

This is one of those things where I can be a pit bull. When I see something that needs changing, it’s hard for me not to sink my teeth into it. It’s even harder to let go.

So I’m following up on Lady Gaga’s recent attempts to speak with the President about bullying. One of the few things I could find on the interwebs was this article below.

Pop star Lady Gaga attended a political fundraiser for President Barack Obama in Silicon Valley Sunday evening.

The $35,800-a-person event for about 70 people was hosted under a tent in the yard of Cheryl Sandberg, the chief operating officer of Facebook.

Gaga tweeted to her millions of followers last week that she planned to meet with the president to discuss “how to stop bullying” after a teen took his life. It wasn’t clear if they they talked at the fundraiser.

You can read more here.

I’m curious to see where all this goes. Did she meet with the President? If not, will she meet with him? What’s next?

Lady Gaga Speaks Out Against Hate…And Why Did Billie Joe Jump Off the Tallahatchie Bridge?

I posted about Jamey Rodemeyer here earlier this week.

And I heard today that Lady Gaga is now speaking out against hate and she sounds like she means business.

Here’s a link to the article.

Just so you know, folks. This isn’t something new, this thing where gay people commit suicide because they’re being bullied or they can’t accept who they are, or they feel trapped and alone. It’s not a trend and it’s not the issue of the day trending on twitter and facebook. I grew up in a small town and I remember a very effeminate gay teenager who wound up shooting himself for reasons that were never disclosed. I can remember other incidents like this, too. I was one of the luckier ones. No one knew I was gay until I decided to come out on my own terms. But it’s not like that for all gay people.

And now we’re finally seeing it for what it is. Being a gay YA shouldn’t have anything to do with luck. And we’re not willing to sit back and take the abuse anymore. I believe changing this begins with one person and grows in magnitude. And if we can get to one person, like Jamey Rodemeyer, and show him that it does, indeed, get better, we’re on our way to conquering a great deal.

Why did Billie Joe jump off the Tallahatchie Bridge?

Questions arose among the listeners: what did Billie Joe and his girlfriend throw off the Tallahatchie Bridge, and why did Billie Joe commit suicide? Speculation ran rampant after the song hit the airwaves, and Gentry said in a November 1967 interview that it was the question most asked of her by everyone she met. She named flowers, a ring, a draft card, a bottle of LSD pills, and an aborted baby as the most often guessed items. Although she knew definitely what the item was, she wouldn’t reveal it, saying only “Suppose it was a wedding ring.” “It’s in there for two reasons,” she said. “First, it locks up a definite relationship between Billie Joe and the girl telling the story, the girl at the table. Second, the fact that Billie Joe was seen throwing something off the bridge — no matter what it was — provides a possible motivation as to why he jumped off the bridge the next day.”[3]

And I found this, here:

One night at a party, however, McAllister gets drunk. In his inebriated state, he makes love to another man dressed in drag, though later he reveals he knew what he was doing.

This is all speculation about Billie Joe. We’ll probably never know the real answer as to why Billie Joe committed suicide. But I do know that a lot of young gay people have been committing suicide for many years and it’s always been covered up because of fear and hate. And it’s time that stopped.

All those “things” you hear in your small town, and the anxiety you have about being gay right now will change in time. Your minister, priest, rabbi, or whatever might think they know better, but they really don’t. They only think they do. Talk to someone who knows about being gay. It really does get better…you just have to believe this.