A Gay Romance Without Sex; Gay Shooting In Mexico; Hot Cop of Castro Arrested; Another Gay London Pub Closes

A Gay Romance Without Sex

The topic of sex in books comes up every now and then on social media and I’m usually left on the sidelines wondering because it’s always so subjective for everyone. For me it’s about the story more than the actual sex…or whether or not there is sex in a gay romance. Or any other romance for that matter.

In other words, if the story doesn’t need sex scenes I don’t put them in. At least not in my indie books. If I think it does need sex scenes, I put them in. I think readers who buy gay romance…the majority…want sex scenes that will move the story forward.

I also add sex scenes for either sarcastic (or light humor) reasons. Sex is funny sometimes. 

With that said, I think everyone who has read anything I’ve written knows I’m no prude. And yet there are times when sex scenes just are not needed in a book and that’s what happened with Meadows Are Not Forever. It’s never an easy decision to make either because writers never really do know what’s going to resonate with readers. So when I released Meadows Are Not Forever as an indie book and I decided not to include any sex scenes I did it because the story just didn’t call for it. If anything, this particular story line called for NO sex.

You can check it out here on Amazon in both e-book or paperback.  It is free with Kindle Unlimited, and I’ve been happy with the private responses I’ve received from readers about releasing it in paperback. I never realized how many readers get frustrated because they can’t get a print copy of a digital book. I know that now.

Gay Shooting In Mexico

There’s a gay festival referred to as The Reina Gay festival in Acapulco and a gunman went on some kind of rampage. Allegedly, three are dead and five more injured.

Those killed were aged between 23 and 33.

The shooters’ motives are still unknown but their surviving victims have been hospitalized and are receiving medical attention.

However drug related violence in Mexico has killed more than 150,000 people in recent years and Acapulco has the highest homicide rate of any city in Mexico.

I don’t know much about Mexico, except what I’ve heard from Tony because he used to travel to Mexico City on corporate business all the time. In short, he always said he didn’t feel safe anywhere but inside the hotel, and even then it was questionable. 

You can read more here. 

Hot Cop of Castro Arrested

I posted about this “Hot Cop of Castro” a while back. Armistead Maupin, the old time writer, posted about this dude on facebook and hot cop gained Internet celebrity in gay circles almost to the point of Ellen’s gardener. I know, it doesn’t take much anymore. People used to need some kind of talent to become famous, not just have an ass.

Here’s the latest on hot cop…
Christopher Kohrs, 38, is being accused of allegedly running over two pedestrians at 2.2am Sunday and then fleeing the scene.

Officers arrived at the scene, where they learned the pedestrians, two men in their 40s, had been struck while crossing the street.

Both men were treated at hospital with serious but not life threatening injuries.

I actually don’t think there is anything worse any person can do than leave the scene of an accident like that. I see it all the time on the news, and Tony’s mom was actually in a terrible accident thanks to a hit and run driver who fled the scene. I would think someone’s first thought would be to get out and see if the people are okay. Evidently, not.

You can read more about the “hot cop” here. 

Another Gay London Pub Closes

This isn’t the first time this year I’ve posted about a gay venue in London shuttering its doors.

The London gay scene is suffering another loss as much-loved Shoreditch venue The George & Dragon is officially closing down.

Opened in December 2002, the East London pub has played host to a mixed scene with a big LGBTI following.

Despite seven years remaining on the lease, a recent increase in rent has forced the owners to put the pub up for sale.

On Facebook, pub owner Richard Battye said: ‘It’s almost 13 years since we opened our doors and from pretty much that night we have been blown away with the amazing response and all the amazing things which have their origins inside Number 2 Hackney Road, a former Victorian boozer, squatted and turned into a shoe shop which we reboozerified back in 2002.

There’s a list of other gay venues in London that have closed at the bottom of the article. I’ve seen the same thing right here in my small town, New Hope, where we used to have three gay bars that flourished. We have one left and I’m not sure how that one’s doing because I haven’t been there in about a year. There was a time when Sunday afternoon was tea dance for us at the gay bar…not so much anymore. It’s only the older guys we know who still do it. But I could be wrong about age as a factor…it’s just what I’m seeing personally, here.

Let’s face it, the majority of gay men out there just don’t go to gay venues the same way they did in the past. Tony and I don’t do it anymore and we met in a gay bar 23 years ago…a gay bar that has closed down. They’ve been predicting the end of the gay bar for a while and I think it’s finally happening. The only gay bars that seem to be flourishing are in gay ghettos like Wilton Manors or Provincetown, and I think that’s going to change eventually, too, because a lot of gay men don’t even want to live or vacation exclusively in gay ghettos anymore. They want to assimilate. I do, and that’s why we’ve been taking long weekend excursions to Vermont or The Hamptons in the past few years instead of Provincetown. 

You can read the rest here.  

Fangsters: Book 2

Gang Bang Fangsters


Ryan Field Books In Print; Eating Patti LaBelle’s Pie; Gay Twins Aaron and Austin Rhodes

Ryan Field Books In Print

As I explained earlier this week in a post, I’m in the process of releasing all of my indie e-book titles as print books. I’m doing this for the readers who don’t read e-books. So now people have a choice…either print paperbacks or e-books.

Below are two links for purchasing paperback copies of Meadows Are Not Forever. One is Amazon and the other is Create Space.

Amazon Link.

Create Space

I’ll continue to post more links as I get them for other books going to print.

And please don’t take this as a sign that I think e-books are disappearing. I honestly don’t think that. I would never give up my own e-reading devices. Never. Not even for chocolate. I just think now that the boom is over and everything has settled a little the lines between who reads print vs. who reads e-books are clearly drawn…for now anyway. This is me offering everyone a choice now.

Eating Patti LaBelle’s Pie

For the life of me I’ll never get why anyone is referred to as a “gay icon.” I like Patti LaBelle and her music. I live in New Hope, Bucks County, PA, in the Philadelphia news market and I’ve been hearing about Patti Labelle and her pie all week on the local news.

And this is a wonderful story.

I truly just don’t get the “gay icon” thing…and I’m gay!!  There’s something about the entire gay icon thing that sounds so degrading, and I’m not even sure if that’s the right way to explain it. I have to post about this sooner or later.

In any event, some guy I never heard of went to Youtube and posted a video of how much he loves eating Labelle’s pie. Evidently, you can get LaBelle’s pie in WalMart. He garnered tons of hits for being outrageous and as a show of gratitude LaBelle invited the guy to her home on Thanksgiving Day. This is the best PR LaBelle (and her pie) has had in years.

Meanwhile WalMart, where the pies are sold exclusively, the pies are selling so briskly that the retailer cannot keep them in stock. 

Grammy winner LaBelle, who has long had legions of gay fans, initially had called Wright to thank him for his video. Then she did one better by inviting the Los Angeles-based entertainer to her home in Philadelphia for Thanksgiving dinner.

So there you are. I don’t eat pie of any kind and I’ve never been to WalMart either. Maybe I should turn in my gay card because I can’t figure this one out for the life of me. 

Gay Twins Aaron and Austin Rhodes

I think I remember posting about these guys a year ago. They came out to their father online and there was a video and it went viral. This is a follow up.

‘It’s been a whirlwind,’ Aaron said during a recent chat the twins had with Gay Star News.

‘It’s definitely been an incredible experience. I remember when we first got to Hollywood and we first started this career, everyone was telling us to stay hush-hush about our sexuality. To come full circle and be in the industry and be working and be completely out and proud as a young person is really liberating and exciting for our future.’

You can read the rest here. They seem like a couple of nice guys and I’m glad they are doing what they are doing. The comment about staying quiet about their sexuality is interesting, too. I think there are lines being drawn in this case. Younger gay men in Hollywood seem to be coming out more often than not, where anyone older than 35 is still cautious about it for career reasons. And I don’t blame them for that. People have bills to pay…even gay people.

Fangsters: Book 2

Gang Bang Fangsters


The Interesting Case of Erotic Romance vs Porn Fiction by Ryan Field

The Interesting Case of Erotic Romance vs Porn by Ryan Field

I won’t be linking to anything today because I’ve been wanting to write this post for some time. A conversation I had on Twitter earlier today prompted me to get moving on it and stop putting it off. I’ve mentioned the topic before, but I don’t think I’ve gone into any detailed explanations. And I think it’s important to do this sometimes so readers understand what often motivates authors who write erotic romance…or even erotica. We don’t do these things by accident. Also, let me make it clear this is my opinion and it’s what works for me as an author, and I feel this way about all erotic romance, not just gay erotic romance. If you don’t agree with me, I respect your right to do that.

Way back when in the earlier days of the Internet, when I subtitled the blog with this…A quiet blog that discusses LGBT issues, fiction, publishing, pop culture, and happily ever after romance books with naughty guys who always have strong stories…I didn’t do it by accident. I wanted to make a point of stating that there is a big difference between erotic romance and fiction that’s considered “porn.” “Strong Stories.” I’m not going to try to define porn here because even SCOTUS hasn’t done that yet, but the one definition of erotic romance I’ve always seen is that erotic romance is a book or story that contains sex and has a story line. A strong story line. In other words, if you take the sex out of any erotic romance the story should still be able to stand on its own. In most cases erotic romance authors work even harder with their story lines to offset the sex. Yes, there are books out there with just sex. They often call them erotic romance. I don’t. And neither do most of the erotic publishers or authors I know. The story is still the main focus.

For me, the sex in an erotic romance should move the *story* forward. I never thought of my stories as moving the sex forward. And I’ve gone to great lengths at certain times to prove this with my own books.

In book 2 of the Chase series, Chase of a Dream, I purposely…not by accident…released two distinctly different versions to the public with the intention of showing that an erotic romance can stand alone without the detailed sex scenes. Here’s a link to the version that I labeled “Unabridged.” That version contains the original sex scenes. As you can see from the cover below I even stated that clearly, on the cover, so there wouldn’t be any mistakes. Of course a few people made the mistake and I quickly exchanged the books for them so they could get what they wanted without have to go through a third party.

With that said, here’s another link the to version of Chase of a Dream that I released *without* sex scenes. I repeat, no explicit sex scenes. A PG rated gay romance. It was a matter of revising the unabridged version of about 7,000 words. That’s all. 7,000 words of sex were removed. The entire book is about 60,000 words. So you see where I’m going with that. If an erotic romance with explicit sex scenes only has 7,000 words of sex in it, there must be a storyline somewhere. More important, I didn’t consider this self-censoring because I wanted both versions out there so readers could decide which one they preferred. I wanted the readers to make their own choices. It was double the work, but I still think it was worth the time, effort, and expense to publish it both ways. As far as I know, no other erotic romance out there has been released with and without the sex scenes in two different versions.

Here’s the cover of Chase of a Dream without sex scenes. Again, as you can see I made this clear to the reader by stating “Abridged version does not contain strong erotic scenes.” There were still a few people who didn’t see that and I quickly exchanged the book for them. In most cases, ironically, where there was a discrepancy, the people who accidentally made the mistake wanted the version with sex.

And to take this just one step further, when I got the rights back from a book that was released about five years ago titled The Bachelor, I revised it completely, changed the cover, and then re-released it with a new title, Meadows Are Not Forever. That book always bothered me because I didn’t like what the publisher wanted with it. So I indie pubbed it myself and I think I improved it. The MOST significant thing with that book is that this time I did self-censor, admittedly, and I did it for a reason. I wanted that book to be out there *without* sex scenes because I never thought the story line needed the sex scenes. And I’m no prude, trust me. I just wanted that book to be a sweet little romance that talked about gay relationships where sex can be more of a problem than a solution. Here’s a link to that one.

One book reviewer almost made me cry when he wrote this:

This is the first book by Ryan Field I’ve read, and I have to say I’m very pleasantly surprised. In Meadows Are Not Forever he introduced us to a young man on the cusp of leaving the young stud age and moving into the mature, adult age because, gasp, he’s learning there is more to life than just SEX. I know, for some of you it maybe hard to believe, but it’s true! And like many of us when we made that transition he learns what is really important in life.

This reviewer has no idea how much that meant to me. He “got it” and I never had to explain a thing and didn’t have to go into detail about sex scenes. That almost never happens. 

What prompted me to write this post was a comment I saw on a tweet earlier today about erotic romance. It was done in jest and there was no harm intended. Someone said something to the effect of “That book has too much sex for me,” and then they joked about it in a friendly way. However, my reply was that you can always skip the sex scenes and there’s still a strong story line…or should be a story line. In fact, I could take each one of any of my books or stories, now in the hundreds, and revise them without sex at all and they could still stand on their own. When writers who understand what erotic romance is, and they’ve been doing it long enough, they are always thinking and planning ahead to make sure the story line is always more important than the sex scenes. I personally think the sex does, indeed, add to the stories and move them along…I also think it creates another level of reality in a world of fantasy that’s often necessary. I like to write sex scenes and read them. But the truth is they aren’t always needed. I know there are people who disagree with that, and I’m fine with that. However, that’s why I wanted to prove, instead of just talking about it blindly, that an erotic romance can stand alone without the sex scenes.

And if these books and stories can’t stand alone without the sex they aren’t erotic romances as far as I’m concerned. I’m not judging them, not by any means. I don’t care if an author wants to just write sex scenes and make them the story line. I think that’s wonderful and more power to them. But that’s just not how it works for me with erotic romance. I’m sure this won’t end the debate of erotic romance vs porn in fiction, however, at least I explained what motivates me when I either add, or remove, sex scenes from a book.

But most important, if there’s a strong story line readers can always skip the sex scenes in an erotic romance and still enjoy the book…or least they should be able to do that. The story should always come first. 

Waldron Mercy Academy Fires Lesbian; When You Find Out Your Spouse Is Gay; 5 Star Review For Meadows Are Not Forever

Waldron Mercy Academy Fires Lesbian

I actually just saw this on the local Philadelphia news and it made me wonder how much more of this is going on in other parts of the US. We only hear about southern states and overzealous Christians discriminating against gays. We rarely hear about wealthy Main Line Philadelphia Catholic Schools doing much the same thing.

And there’s no difference between this and what’s been going on with bakeries that refuse to make gay wedding cakes or Pastors that want to reform every gay person.

Well, there is one difference in this case. The parents who spend a great deal of money to send their kids to this upscale private Parochial school are outraged this time and they are letting the administration know it.

It may be summer break at the Waldron Mercy Academy in Merion, but administrators at the private Catholic school have their hands full thanks to their decision to fire the school’s longtime director of religious eduction, Margie Winters, a gay woman who is married to her partner. 

Winters was fired in June after eight years at Waldron Mercy. The school won’t say why she was let go, citing the confidentiality of personnel matters, but the writing seems to be on the wall: Winters was apparently fired because she is in a gay marriage.

“It’s gross… I want to quit,” one Waldron Mercy teacher told us under the condition of anonymity, adding that the school generally doesn’t have an anti-gay culture. (None of the parents or teachers we spoke to for this article would allow us to use their names.) “She’s been openly gay forever. But a couple of parents found out that Margie is married and complained. It’s one thing to be gay at this school. It’s another thing to be in a gay marriage, apparently.”

The e-mail that went out to parents was was shown on the news channel I watched and it basically stated that she was let go because of lifestyle choices the school didn’t agree with. You can read the entire e-mail at the link I’m posting below.

I’d like to take this one step further. I went through 12 years of parochial school and I know what it’s like. If this is how representatives of the Catholic Church want to discriminate against a decent, honest employee I think it’s high time they started looking into their closeted gay priests living double lives. I’ve known them personally.  You can’t try to set one standard and have a double standard at the same time.

You can read the rest here.  

You can “like” the facebook page here as a show of support that has been set up by those who are outraged. There’s more to this story, and it includes funding and discrimination.

When You Find Out Your Spouse Is Gay

This article, I think, gets into a topic that I’ve always believed was highly underestimated. I’ve known many gay men and women who have not come out of the closet and they’ve married people of the opposite sex. But what happens, eventually?

“It feels almost homophobic to say anything about them. To me it’s not brave to spend 10 or 20 years with someone only to destroy and discard them,” says Emma. She found out her husband was gay a year ago.

“They may go on and have a wonderful new life while leaving a crushed wife behind. You just feel like your whole life is wasted and there’s no closure.”

One of the most difficult things for many spouses is watching their former partner being celebrated as brave for coming out, but knowing the damage they’ve left behind.

This is a tough one. However, gay men and women have been so shamed and so discriminated against they don’t get married and try to live heteronormative lives because they’re mean, evil people. They don’t set out to ruin anyone’s life or cause damage. At least not that I’ve ever seen, and I have seen it more than once. They get married to people of the opposite sex because they’re in denial in some cases and that’s what they think they’re supposed to do. I’ve also seen them forced into it. It’s a complicated situation, especially with so many gay people finally coming out.

Most of the cases I’ve seen personally end with the spouse who married the gay person finally realizing he or she was not to blame for the marriage ending. However, I do know one case where they guy left his wife because he was gay and it’s been over thirty years and she still won’t have anything to do with him…and she wouldn’t allow him to have any contact with their child. And then there was that one case where the husband came out and the wife was so thrilled she started going out to gay bars with him and they really all did live happily ever after. 

You can read the article in full here. 

5 Star Review for Meadows Are Not Forever

I’ve written a great deal of erotic romance over the years…so many novels and stories I’ve lost count at this point. And when I write a romance that isn’t erotic and one I hope will resonate with a few readers, reviews like this are golden to me. They validate what I was going for because for me it’s all about the reader and no one else.

Here’s part of the review I’m talking about for Meadows Are Not Forever.  The reviewer actually sent me a private message about it and I’m glad he did. He’s a gay man who understood what I was going for.

This is the first book by Ryan Field I’ve read, and I have to say I’m very pleasantly surprised. In Meadows Are Not Forever he introduced us to a young man on the cusp of leaving the young stud age and moving into the mature, adult age because, gasp, he’s learning there is more to life than just SEX. I know, for some of you it maybe hard to believe, but it’s true! And like many of us when we made that transition he learns what is really important in life.

One of the things I loved most about this story is the fact that it dealt with, and focused on, real emotion’s that most people have had to face. Especially when it came to dealing with families that may or may not be accepting of their LGBT kids. This is simply put a real, honest to God old-fashion love story filled with angst, uncertainty and all the other messy things people falling in love have to go through.

You can read the rest here.  

There doesn’t always have to be sex in gay fiction. 

Trevor Donovan In Texas Rising, May 25th; Porn Purge On Twitter; Gay Pickles

Trevor Donovan In Texas Rising, May 25th

Here’s a link to a photo of the entire cast of the upcoming History Channel series, Texas Rising. Trevor Donovan is the second one in, from the right. He’s playing Kit Acklin, Texas Ranger.

Texas Rising will air this Monday, May 25th, on the History Channel at nine o’clock eastern time.
This post is just a brief reminder. I’ve posted in-depth details about it several times, here. 

Here’s a link to the History Channel web site.

Here’s a link to an excellent blog post by a personal blogger about Kit Acklin that I found fascinating. 

And, here’s a link to Donovan’s personal page with even more details about Kit Acklin:

1.- Christopher B. (Kit) Acklin who was a Texas Ranger in the 1840s.
2.- He was born in in Huntsville, Alabama. Huntsville was founded by Kit’s grandfather, Col. John Hunt.
3.- We don’t know when Kit Acklin moved to Texas. But he was one of the participants in the August 12, 1840, Battle of Plum Creek.
4.- The Battle of Plum Creek was a clash between allied Tonkawa, militia, and Rangers of the Republic of Texas and a huge Comanche war party under Chief Buffalo Hump, which took place near Lockhart, Texas, following the Great Raid of 1840 as the Comanche war party returned to west Texas.

You can find even more on Acklin, at the link provided above to Donovan’s page. And there’s really not much out there about him. Someone did his research well.

And then there’s this, which is one of the best.

Porn Purge On Twitter

Evidently, Twitter is about to take the same censorship route as Facebook when it comes to what’s considered porn. I phrased it that way because there’s never been a set definition of porn. Some people think a guy not wearing a shirt is porn, and others think that…well you know how that goes.

In any event,

According to SunTrust Robinson Humphrey tech analyst Robert Peck, Twitter is preparing to purge an estimated 10 million porn-posting users. Ditching such a large chunk of users sounds drastic until you do the math: Twitter claims to have 302 million monthly users, so getting rid of the explicit posters will only account for about 3 percent of its total—although that’s just counting the users and not their followers. Twitter is a one-stop shop for all your media needs, whether you want to catch up on news, message a celeb in real time, or browse explicit images posted by adult stars. Purging the porn will surely upset millions of users, and would certainly put a dent in Twitter’s hip freedom of speech reputation.

You can read more here. 

Obviously, I’m not fond of this kind of censorship in any form, anywhere. You can unfollow and block something you find offensive on Twitter. You don’t have to be exposed to it. I do that all the time on Twitter. As I said, what defines porn is all up to the individual. And I have seen cases where people do, indeed, consider shirtless men porn. So before you get all thrilled about this, pay attention to the bigger picture, too. It’s so bad with retail web sites that sell e-books you can’t even use the words “daddy” or “boy” innocently, without having a book taken down thanks to search engines.

Gay Pickles

Here’s a story about a gay owned and operated business that makes pickles…and other things.

The company is called Manfood…I think this is an advertorial, but I’m not sure.

The brand is the brainchild of 40-year-old Andre Dang. Born to a Malaysian mother and Vietnamese father, British-born Dang studied horticulture at Reading University.

A placement with leading department store chain M&S – which brought him into contact with buyers and food students – convinced him that he actually wanted to work in the food sector.

You can read more here. They didn’t just start pickling and selling. They both have a great deal of experience in the food industry and in PR.

I hate to sound like a dream crusher, but I knew several gay men who tried to start businesses just like this. They invested everything and worked endlessly to get it started. It didn’t end well. The fact is that most small businesses don’t. And I’ve seen that happen too many times to too many people not to mention it.

"Days of Love" Library of Congress Event; Another Brokeback Mountain; Straight Men Caught on Grindr; Free Gay Excerpt: Meadows Are Not Forever

Days of Love Library of Congress Event

2014 will go down as an “interesting” year for me for many reasons. After 22 years of being with the same person and living as if we were married, Tony and I were finally allowed to legally wed last January…in Vermont, and by a Vermont Supreme Court Justice, Beth Robinson. To add to the romance of being in Montgomeryville Center, VT, we were also part of a Hollywood documentary, The State of Marriage. I’ve posted about all that here a few times. 

Also in 2014, Tony and I had several intense family health related issues we had to deal with. I rarely post things that private in public when they first happen. I usually do eventually, but in the beginning I think it’s important to protect certain aspects of our private lives…all of us who are online, not just me.

While Tony and I were going through all this Elisa Rolle, whom I’ve met in person, was e-mailing me about a book titled Days of Love that would focus on gay couples, gay marriage, and long term gay relationships. There was so much going on at the time with family I almost didn’t participate. However, something told me this would be a book to remember someday. From a historical POV, this book would be something people could look back and reflect upon during the days when we were still fighting for legalized same sex marriage all over the world. So I put together everything Elisa asked for, I submitted it, and went back to dealing with life.

When I saw this in my inbox today I felt a sense of gratification, and it was a surprise I hadn’t expected. 
Just in case any of you are in Washington on that date!

This talk will encompass LOC’s acquisitions of Sylvester & Orphanos Publication Archives, of Stathis’s Christopher Isherwood Collection and his photographs. And Stathis told me Days of Love, which proudly display some of those photographs, will be featured as well.

It’s a great book that I believe will be around for a long time. And to be honored this way, in a book, for everyone who participated, as well as Elisa Rolle who put it together, it is a proud humble moment, indeed.

Another Brokeback Mountain

Apparently, one Brokeback Mountain in a lifetime wasn’t enough so now there’s going to be another type of film just like BM, with a dark storyline that exploits all the most depressing aspects of gay culture. This is the blurb that was released:

The project is based upon the true story of Oregonian father-and-son Joe and Jadin Bell. Jadin, a fifteen-year-old openly gay sophomore, took his own life after being both bullied at high school and struggling for acceptance from the people closest to him. In the wake of Jadin’s suicide, Joe is plunged into a sea of remorse and regret. Attempting to work through his grief, Joe sets out on a walk across America, hoping to promote awareness about the consequences of prejudice to anyone he encounters along the way.

So far the details are sketchy. The article I’m linking to only mentions the writers and the producer of the original BM…all people coming from a place of privilege. However, the people who commented on this news made some interesting statements. It’s a gay press; I’m assuming they come from gay people.

One said:

Brokeback Mountain was absolute rubbish!

Another said this:

These films are marketed towards straight people, I’m tired of ambiguous endings, HIV and death at the end. Gay films almost never have a happy ending.

And when I posted about this on social media last night one gay male author commented about why gay fiction written by gay people is never treated as seriously as films like BM.

I have no comment at all until I know more details about it, but I’d be willing to bet there won’t be a happy ending 🙂  You can read the rest here. 

Straight Men Caught on Grindr

This is about what happens when straight men get caught on Grindr…well sort of.

Gaybriel, dressed in a flamboyant pink shirt and sunglasses, and two bikini-clad beauties teamed up to trick the guys. The ladies would go down the beach and flirt with the gents, collecting as much information about them as possible before radioing it back to Gaybriel, who was waiting up the beach. When the guys eventually passed by, he would rush over pretending to recognize them from Grindr. Hilarity (and some awkwardness) ensued.

There’s more here, with a video. For those of you who think this is in bad taste, tricking the straight guys that way. Too damn bad. Get over yourselves. When I first started going out to gay bars in college, I pulled into the parking lot of a gay club one night and there were straight frat guys standing around a guy with a blindfold over his eyes. They’d brought the guy there to trick him into going to a gay bar. These “dudes” and “bros” thought it was hilarious, a gay bar and laughing at gays. And now I think this shit is just as hilarious.
Free Gay Except: Meadows Are Not Forever

(There is a happy ending to this story, a VERY happy ending) 

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            When they called his name, Cade was one of ten people left in the room. They’d collected the information sheets at the back of the room first and those up front wound up waiting all day. It was late and Cade’s feet were killing him; he had a sharp pain in the middle of his forehead. The pain was partly caused by his mother. He’d had to call her and let her know he’d be home later than he’d expected. He felt like he’d jumped right back into high school, when he’d had to call in and let his mother know everything he was doing. But he had her car; he had to let her know where he was. He could have lived without her harping about traffic, wearing his seat belt, and not talking to strangers. He was twenty-five, he’d been on his own supporting himself in Los Angeles for seven years, and she still treated him as though he were ten years old. If he’d been under less pressure he might have enjoyed the attention. It had been a long time since anyone had cared that much about him. But after what had happened in the men’s room, all he wanted to do was get this audition over with as fast as possible.

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                 He crossed into a smaller room and sat down on a folding chair that faced a long narrow table. The two guys in saggy pants he’d seen earlier that day were sitting on the ends of the table. Anderson Randolph sat between them. They didn’t look up when Cade entered. They were huddled together, conferring about something in hushed voices. At this angle, with the light hitting Anderson’s profile from the side, Cade couldn’t help notice how attractive he was. His short brown hair was shiny and a little messy on top. His tanned skin took on a slightly bronze appeal in this light. Cade guessed he was between thirty and forty; it was hard to tell nowadays because so many gay men didn’t seem to age until the last minute. (Cade had an older friend who’d once said, “I’d know them for years and they’d look exactly the same. Then one day they’d show up at my door and they’d be old men.”)
            Anderson’s body wasn’t bulky and outrageous, but there were definite signs of muscle definition showing through his tight black V-neck shirt. Although he wasn’t the rough, athletic type that usually made Cade’s mouth water, he had an aggressive, understated masculine appeal that made Cade stop and wonder what he might be like in the sack.
            When the three of them finally looked up at Cade, they each asked him a round of basic questions almost as if this was an interview for a regular job, not an audition for a reality show. They wanted to know where he lived full time, if he’d be available for travel at a moment’s notice, and if he really was single. The guy on the right with curly brown hair said they didn’t want any fakes…guys with boyfriends who were pretending to be single just to get on to the show. He also stated that if Cade was selected they would do in-depth background checks. So if there were any surprises in Cade’s past, it was best to be honest now. 

               The guy on the left asked, “Have you ever modeled or been filmed in the nude? Have you done anything professionally in the adult entertainment industry?”
            Cade gulped. He couldn’t lie. He squared his back and said, “I’ve never modeled in the nude and I’ve never done any porn films professionally. But I do work for a web site in the valley that’s considered all male entertainment. It’s called straightguycondo.com, and I’m the production assistant.” He was surprised at how good he felt after he told them the truth. Cade didn’t have anything to hide. He didn’t count the scene he’d done with the guys because he knew his face would never be shown in public. He worked hard and did a good job for an honest day’s pay. And if they didn’t like what he did, and they judged what he did, he decided he wouldn’t want to work with them either. 

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              After he told them this, the two guys on the end leaned in toward Anderson and they whispered to each other for a few seconds. They glanced back and forth at Cade a few times; they remained expressionless.
            Then the guy on the right asked, “Have you ever actually performed for this web site?”
            Cade couldn’t lie about that either. “Once,” he said. “But no one saw my face. The only shots the camera took were rear lower body shots, no head shots. I only filled in for an actor who didn’t bother to show up for work that day. My job has always been behind the scenes, not in front of the camera. And I’ve never used my real name. In other words, if you did a search for me on the internet, you’d come up with nothing.” 

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            They started whispering again, sending him quick glances, looking him up and down. Cade sat back and exhaled. He even smiled and extended his right leg. Anderson Randolph hadn’t asked him many questions: he seemed to be sitting back and evaluating with his tongue pressed to his cheek. Evidently, Anderson didn’t remember Cade or the cupcake incident from the airport. If he had, Cade figured he would have said something right away. For the first time that day, Cade felt so relaxed he fought the urge to yawn. All that worrying about being recognized had been for nothing.

             When they stopped whispering and turned to face him, there was a knock on the door. The guy on the right said, “Come in,” and a young woman entered the room carrying a small tray of large chocolate cupcakes. There must have been a mound of rich fudge frosting on top about three inches deep, set in perfect ridged swirls to form peaks. And each one had been topped with an expensive truffle.
            Unfortunately, the young woman didn’t notice that Cade had become so relaxed he’d stretched out his right leg. And when she entered the room with the tray of chocolate cupcakes, she tripped over his right foot. She caught her balance just in time and didn’t fall down. But the cupcake tray jerked and a half dozen chocolate cupcakes went sailing across the room toward the three men at the long table. 

             The guys on the end saw them coming and ducted just in time. But Anderson Randolph had been looking down at a stack of papers on the table he he’d missed the fall. Three cupcakes landed on the floor; two upside down on the table. And one lone cupcake flew across the table and landed right between Anderson Randolph’s legs.
            The two guys started laughing.
            The young woman apologized and bent over to retrieve the ruined cupcakes on the floor.
            Cade sat up straight and held his palm to his throat as Anderson reached down between his legs and slowly lifted the upside down cupcake from his crotch. 

            Anderson held the cupcake up and stopped moving for a second. His eyebrows furrowed as if deep in thought and he tilted his head sideways. A minute later, he flung a glance in Cade’s direction. His eyes opened wide; his lips parted. He pointed at Cade and said, “You’re the cell phone guy from the airport. I knew I’d seen you before somewhere.”


Hillary For President; Darren Criss Loves Drag; Dan Savage, Again and Again and Again

Hillary For President

I’m never actually sure how to take articles like this. Do I take them seriously and praise the content? Or do I take them realistically and just smile without comment? But more important, do they really believe this and do they expect us to believe it, too?

In any event, the big surprise: Hillary Clinton is running for President. And this article, with good innocent intentions I’m sure, mentions six things Hillary has to do to gain votes.

Here’s number one:

1. Explain why she was so late to embrace marriage equality. Clinton didn’t get around to announcing her support for marriage equality until March 2013, just three months before the Supreme Court’s DOMA decision, six months after the Democratic party included it in its platform and ten months after President Obama announced his support for it. What took so long? Republican Sen. Rob Portman announced his support for gay marriage three days before. It’s kind of sad that Clinton was so tardy that she was upstaged by a Republican, and a conservative one at that.

The odds are none of these six things will be addressed, in this election or ever. Hillary Clinton is the consummate Washington politician and she knows better when it comes to these six things. But more than that, she knows we’ll vote for her no matter what because we’ll vote the same way we always vote…by the process of elimination. That’s why I’ll most likely vote for her. And frankly, I actually would like to see a woman President in my lifetime.

You can read the rest here. This is about as political as I will get in the upcoming election. It is what it is. I’ve always believed more happens behind the scenes than what any President can actually do to make changes. Think same sex marriage and SCOTUS. 

Darren Criss Loves Drag

Speaking of water is wet, Darren Criss loves drag. Yes, you heard that here. I hope you didn’t need your smelling salts. With the Hillary Clinton announcement and then this I’m not sure how much more excitement we can take.That worries me, too. Because once same sex marriage is recognized federally everywhere, and I do believe it will be, the LGBT presses are going to have to focus on more than just Darren Criss. At least I hope so anyway.

This is one of those multi-linked articles and Criss is only a small part of it. But they seem to think it’s important to make this distinction so I thought it must be post-worthy.

Darren Criss was asked by a Broadway.com reporter how he looks in drag for his upcoming stint in Hedwig and the Angry Inch. “Mama look good,” he replied, “She’s real pretty.”

The rest is here, with a video of Criss. He’s doing that trendy caveman thing with his beard. 

This is one of those times I really wish I liked Broadway more. I must be missing that part of the gay gene.

Dan Savage, Again and Again and Again

I’ve been avoiding posting about the right-wingers who are trying to stop a new TV series that is somehow related to Dan Savage. Partly because I don’t like it when right-wingers do this, and partly because I don’t like Dan Savage either. I’d rather not give it any more attention than it’s already getting. I’m sure good old Dan is a fine man in his own right, but I actually had to stop following him on social media because I disagreed with so many things he says…and the way he says them.

I think he’s a tool.

But he is in the news again…should we doubt this with the way he self-promotes…with something different. Savage “and his team have been curating Hump.” Hump is an indie film festival I’ve posted about before that shows amateur porn all over the country. I think they are shorts, but don’t quote me. I don’t know that much about it.

Get this:

This year, “Glory Hole,” a documentary about an elderly couple who met at a cruising spot and one of Savage’s favorite submissions, was an unexpected emotional hit when it was originally screened in Seattle and Portland about how lasting relationship can surface in even the most unlikely places.

Well, I can certainly understand THAT. Because there is nothing darker and seedier than one of these cruising spots. Not to mention the fact that you can catch anything from herpes to hepatitis there. And to find anything even remotely connected to love and romance at a glory hole is about as unique as it gets. You’re more likely to come home with crabs than your next husband.

You can read the rest here. I’m afraid I’m siding with many of the comments this time. Here’s one that is interesting. I really don’t know anything about Dan Savage in this respect.

Look at all the idiots in the comments using selective reading to completely ignore the r@cist, transphobic, misogynist crap this white gay has pulled for decades.

FREE Gay E-Book This Weekend: Meadows Are Not Forever

FREE Gay E-Book This Weekend: Meadows Are Not Forever

I’ve been really busy with family things and a full work load this past year and I’ve been remiss about doing any freebies, which is my bad. I know how much readers enjoy these things, and I like doing them myself. It’s one of the perks of being an indie author. I get to call the shots on freebies, not the publisher.

So, I’m putting Meadows Are Not Forever up for free this weekend, until Monday, and I’m posting the links below.

I’ve also checked all links and they are stating “free”…you never know.





Google Books


I didn’t list Amazon, because Amazon prefers an exclusive in order to put up books for free. But if you check Amazon they may or may not price match and put the book up for free anyway. If not, that’s one thing that’s out of my control. I would prefer to have the book on Amazon for free, too. It’s just not that simple to do.

If anyone has a question, you can e-mail me. It’s on the sidebar in the about section.

Top or Bottom In India; Neil Patrick Harris and Oscars; Free Gay Excerpt: Meadows Are Not Forever

Top or Bottom In India

In India, it seems tops think they are superior to bottoms…at least that is what this article suggests.

“If you read most status updates on gay and bi men’s groups on social media you will find that ‘tops’ present themselves as superior to ‘bottoms,’” Indian blogger Harry Ess writes in an new op-ed titled “Why do Indian tops think they are better than bottoms?” and published on Gay Star News. “This doesn’t seem to be the situation in the West but is a very common prejudice in India.”

You can read the rest here. I’m not surprised.  I’ve heard the same things here in the West, too. The problem is the minute these so-called tops turn out the lights and hit the sheets their legs go up faster than anything you’ve ever seen.

Neil Patrick Harris and Oscars

The only thing I know about the Oscars this year is what I saw being tweeted while I was watching Downton Abbey. So I can’t comment. But here’s a statement by Neil Patrick Harris on the Oscars…and that it was probably his last time hosting them.

 “I don’t know that my family nor my soul could take it. It’s a beast. It was fun to check off the list, but for the amount of time spent and the understandable opinionated response, I don’t know that it’s a delightful balance to do every year or even again.”

There’s more here. The comments are what you would expect: not too kind. 

Free Gay Excerpt: Meadows Are Not Forever

Here’s an excerpt from Meadows Are Not Forever that I don’t think has been published anywhere before.

You can find it here, on Amazon, and in most places where e-books are sold these days.

Cade couldn’t lie about that either.  “Once,” he said.  “But no one saw my face.  The only shots the camera took were rear lower body shots, no head shots.  I only filled in for an actor who didn’t bother to show up for work that day.  My job has always been behind the scenes, not in front of the camera.  And I’ve never used my real name.  In other words, if you did a search for me on the internet, you’d come up with nothing.”
They started whispering again, sending him quick glances, looking him up and down.  Cade sat back and exhaled.  He even smiled and extended his right leg.  Anderson Randolph hadn’t asked him many questions: he seemed to be sitting back and evaluating with his tongue pressed to his cheek.  Evidently, Anderson didn’t remember Cade or the cupcake incident from the airport.  If he had, Cade figured he would have said something right away.  For the first time that day, Cade felt so relaxed he fought the urge to yawn.  All that worrying about being recognized had been for nothing.
When they stopped whispering and turned to face him, there was a knock on the door.  The guy on the right said, “Come in,” and a young woman entered the room carrying a small tray of large chocolate cupcakes.  There must have been a mound of rich fudge frosting on top about three inches deep, set in perfect ridged swirls to form peaks.  And each one had been topped with an expensive truffle.
Unfortunately, the young woman didn’t notice that Cade had become so relaxed he’d stretched out his right leg.  And when she entered the room with the tray of chocolate cupcakes, she tripped over his right foot.  She caught her balance just in time and didn’t fall down.  But the cupcake tray jerked and a half dozen chocolate cupcakes went sailing across the room toward the three men at the long table.
The guys on the end saw them coming and ducted just in time.  But Anderson Randolph had been looking down at a stack of papers on the table he he’d missed the fall.  Three cupcakes landed on the floor; two upside down on the table.  And one lone cupcake flew across the table and landed right between Anderson Randolph’s legs.
The two guys started laughing and point at Anderson’s crotch.
The young woman apologized and bent over to retrieve the ruined cupcakes on the floor.
Cade sat up straight and held his palm to his throat as Anderson reached down between his legs and slowly lifted the upside down cupcake from his crotch.
Anderson held the cupcake up and stopped moving for a second.  His eyebrows furrowed as if deep in thought and he tilted his head sideways.  A minute later, he flung a glance in Cade’s direction.  His eyes opened wide; his lips parted.  He pointed at Cade and said, “You’re the cell phone guy from the airport.  I knew I’d seen you before somewhere.”
Cade gulped.  His heart began to race.  “I’m so sorry, Mr.  Randolph,” he said.  “I thought she saw my foot.”  He stood up and crossed to the table.  He looked down at the chocolate frosting smudged between Anderson’s legs and reached for a napkin that had fallen off the cupcake tray.  “I’ll get down on my knees and clean it off myself.  No one will ever know it happened.  I’m so sorry.”
As Cade reached across the table with the napkin, Anderson lifted his arms and said, “That won’t be necessary.  I’ll be fine.”  He set the cupcake down right side up, took a napkin from the table, and started wiping the chocolate frosting from his crotch.  But it only smeared and made the stain look worse.
Cade took a step back.  His face grew warmer.  “I’m so sorry, Mr.  Randolph.  You have my name and address and contact information on the form.  Please send me the cleaning bill.  And if there’s a stain that can’t be removed, please send me the bill for new pants.  I feel just awful about this.”
The other two guys were now laughing so hard they were doubled over and leaning sideways.  The guy with the beard said, “Let him wipe it off, Anderson.”  The other said, “I’ll pour some water on it and he can get down on his knees right now.”
Anderson stood up and smirked at his associates.  He looked at Cade and said, “Thank you very much, we’ll be in touch.”  Then he stood up and went to the men’s room alone.
Cade thought about following him, but didn’t want to make things worse.  He turned and left the room, while the two guys continued to laugh and the young woman scrambled to clean up the mess.  Cade went back to the banquet room and plopped down on a chair so he could phone Meadow.
When she answered, he said, “You’re never going to believe this.”
“Did you get the job?”
He sighed and explained everything that had happened.
“Was he mad?”  Meadow asked.  “That idiot girl should have been watching where she was going.  It’s not like you did it on purpose.”
Cade frowned.  “It was hard to tell.  I mean he didn’t scream and shout.  He’s very professional and very dignified that way.  But he had to be mad.  How would you feel if some idiot smashed you with chocolate cupcakes twice in the same week?”
“I see your point,” She said, adding a sigh.
Then he told her about all the questions they’d asked about his job with straightguycondo.com.  “I had to tell the truth.  I couldn’t lie.  For all I know that did me in before I slammed him with frosting again.”
“Did they tell you they weren’t interested in you?”  She asked.
“That’s a good sign.  They aren’t shy about that.  Maybe they want to use that angle for publicity.  You never know.  I’ve seen it before.  On the Internet they call it click-bait…something that gets attention fast.  And what’s more click-bait than a gay porn star on TV? The women alone will love it.”
“Who knows,” Cade said.  “All I do know is that it was a nightmare.  I guess some things just aren’t meant to be.”
“Well, at least you didn’t back out,” she said.  “That says something about your character.  You’re a fighter.  You’ll be okay.  There will be tons of other auditions and jobs and this will be forgotten by next month.”  Meadow didn’t sound very positive now.  In fact, it sounded as if she were trying to let him down easy.
“I’m not going home right away,” Cade said.  “I saw a nice little coffee shop near the parking garage and I’m going there to just sit and unwind for a while.  I can’t take being this depressed and being in New Jersey at the same time.  I’ll call you later tonight.”  The coffee shop he’d passed reminded him of his favorite bodega in LA.
“Don’t start obsessing about the negatives,” Meadow said.  “It was an accident.  These things happen.”
“I’ll call you later tonight.”  He couldn’t wait to get off the phone.  They’d just called another name, which meant Anderson was back in the audition room.  Cade wanted to get out of the hotel before anything else happened.
When he was on the street, he dialed his mother and said, “I ran into a few old friends, so don’t wait for me.  I’m going to have coffee with them, and I might have dinner with them, too.  I’ll be home before midnight, though.”  It was easier to lie.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to keep something warm on the stove,” Daisy asked.  “It’s no trouble, dear.”
“Thanks, mother,” Cade said.  “I’ll be fine.  If I don’t see you tonight, I’ll see you in the morning.  But I will be home before midnight.”  He wasn’t sure if he’d have dinner in the city, but he figured he’d tell her that just in case he decided to.  He didn’t want to go back to the house right away but he couldn’t tell her that.  He’d wind up sitting in his bedroom, alone and depressed, replaying the entire nightmare of a day in his head.  And he remembered the rules from high school.  As long as he was home by midnight, his parents were fine.
“Be careful, dear,” Daisy said.  “And please drive safely.  They drive like maniacs in Philadelphia and you’re not used to the roads anymore.”
“I will, mother.”  She obviously had no idea what serious traffic was like in Los Angeles.
He put his phone away and crossed the street.  The parking garage sat only a block away, and the coffee shop was right next door.  He went in and ordered a large latte.  He really wanted a good stiff drink…vodka…but he couldn’t do that because he had to drive back to New Jersey.  For Cade, caffeine had always been the next best thing to booze.  It picked him up and lifted his spirits; it gave him energy when he didn’t want to walk another step.
At that hour, the coffee shop was empty.  People were either going to dinner or going out for drinks before dinner.  He sat on a large red leather sofa with scuffed arms gazing at a flat screen TV for almost an hour and a half.  He didn’t even pay attention to what was on TV, not even Judge Judy whom he adored. He just kept replaying what had happened during the audition and cringing inside.
When a cute guy wearing glasses sent him an inviting glance from the other side of the coffee shop, he smiled and looked down at his lap fast.  He could have made eye contact with the guy and had him that night if he’d wanted him.  He was Cade’s type, too, with athletic, rugged looks, heavy five o’clock shadow, and big strong hands.  But Cade decided to ignore the guy on purpose.  The last thing he needed was another big jock type getting into his pants and telling him a pack of lies.  They always lied, or at the very least exaggerated the truth.  Cade thought about Harold and his wife again and clenched his fists.
After his third latte, Cade glanced at his watch and decided it was time to go home.  It was after seven and his mother and father had already eaten their dinner.  By the time he returned home, they’d be getting ready for bed.  Cade still hadn’t eaten anything that day, but he wasn’t hungry.  The thought of the chocolate cupcakes flying across the room kept turning his stomach, and the caffeine from the lattes had killed his appetite.
But when he flung the coffee shop door open to step onto the street, he heard thump and a man shouted, “Shit.  What the fuck?
Cade walked outside and found Anderson Randolph standing next to the coffee shop entrance hunched over, rubbing his shoulder.  Passersby stopped and gaped.  Cade reached for Anderson’s shoulder and said, “I’m so sorry, Mr.  Randolph.  I didn’t see anyone coming.  I had no idea.”

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