m/m romance

Review: My Hero by Max Vos

Review: My Hero by Max Vos

I would normally leave this kind of short review on Amazon and Goodreads, but I’m not sure anymore about their guidelines with respect to authors reviewing other authors in their genres. Even though none of my reviews have ever been removed from Amazon, I figured I would post it here on the blog instead of taking that chance. Authors are readers, too. Authors also read other authors within the same genre all time as well. We shop for books and sometimes we like to review them. There’s nothing wrong with that.

I heard about My Hero by Max Vos last week on social media, and I’ve read a few things by this author in the past and I’ve always enjoyed his work. So in full disclosure I did come to this book with a few set expectations. But I was pleasantly surprised in a different way this time.  This book seemed to have even more intimacy than past fiction I’ve read from the author. I love stories were fate seems to play a hidden role, and the clever way the two main characters came to know each other reminded me of past experiences I’ve had. I also like stories with football players who are typical jocks, and yet just a little bit different from the stereotypical jock.

The main characters, Johnny and Rich, meet up again after not seeing each other for a while.  (I also liked the fact that I could pronounce their names, remember their names, and that they had normal names.) Johnny is straight. Rich is gay. And the initial conflict begins when the two men find themselves in a situation that could be detrimental to Johnny’s reputation. Johnny, however, doesn’t seem as intimidated as he should be and comes off looking more interested than he probably should. This is also a quality of the story that I found highly realistic (and erotic) in the sense that these situations happen all the time and no one really knows about it. I’ve been listening to a similar story in real life recently, only with two middle aged men. My point is, without giving out spoilers, that it’s handled well and I could relate to it as a gay man, which I like to do when I’m reading gay fiction.

The book is sexy, and the sex does what it’s supposed to do: move the story forward, and help the characters grow. For me, that’s as plain and simple as good erotica gets. It’s emotional in some parts, and I found myself relating to the characters all over again. It’s a fast read, the character development continues throughout the book, and I found a few amusing/entertaining family situations, too. And it wasn’t as predictable as I thought it would be. I found myself surprised a few times when I least expected it. I would recommend this story without thinking twice, and I’ll most likely go back and read this one again down the line because the characters are already so memorable.

I purchased this book at Amazon. Here’s the link to the Amazon page. I still might leave the review there as a verified purchase eventually. If I do I’ll give it five stars.

Matt Damon’s Tan Lines; Gay Kiss "Inappropriate"; Women Who Love Gay Romance

Women Who Love Gay Romance … Cover Preview

This is actually the first time I’m seeing the cover for The Women Who Love to Love Gay Romance up anywhere. Because the majority of the book is so intimate, I opted for a cover that didn’t have a nude male torso this time. And although there are many steamy scenes in the book, and in each story, I thought the emotional aspects outweighed the sex…as far as covers go.



Matt Damon’s Tan Lines

There are so many serious things happening around the world right now, sometimes it’s important to focus on the silly things. And what could be sillier than focusing on Matt Damon’s tan lines?

For his performance as Liberace’s boy toy, Damon had to wear some pretty skimpy costumes, including several bikini-style swimsuits. Wanting to avoid noticeable tan lines in the film, he said he hiked up some bikini briefs and got spray-tanned from head to toe. The result, though, was a pretty epic tan line that was probably worse than he would have had otherwise.

Damon said the awkwardness happened the morning after his spray tan. “I start brushing my teeth and my wife kinda comes in,” he said. “And she screams, ‘What the hell happened to your ass?”

Damon thought the tan lines were so funny, he asked the director to leave them in his nude shots. Actually, I’ve read a lot of harsh things about Damon playing someone so much younger than he is, but I have to admit I think he pulled it off well. I even said to Tony the night we watched Behind the Candelabra that I was amazed at how young he looked for someone in his forties. If every forty year old ass in a bikini on the beaches in P’town looked like Matt Damon’s, I wouldn’t need dark glasses and Tums anymore.

You can read more here.

Gay Kiss “Inappropriate”

There was a youtube video with two men kissing that was flagged as “Inappropriate,” by users, and dubbed “Age-restricted” by youtube, simply because they were two men kissing. There was no nudity; there was no foul language. Youtube claims this was “human error,” which makes sense if you know anything about how poorly most social media web sites are run when it comes to things like this. When it comes to social media, the owners missed basic US history, because on social media you are always guilty before you are proven innocent.

The artist who produced the clip, Idan Bitton, released this statement:

“‘First Kiss’ offers a view into an intimate moment between two men. The kiss does not interact with the viewers nor seeks their approval. It just is, alive and present for 84:24 minutes. For me, the video is a reflection of the gay rights struggle momentum. At this point, everyone is welcome to take a look if they choose to, yet our kiss is here to stay with no apologies.

It’s the old double standard once again. It’s OK for a man and a woman to kiss, hold hands, or even make out in a parked car, but let two gay people do anything even remotely related to these things and it’s adults only. I even see this on some blogs where gay books are discussed, where there’s an adult content warning page that pops up before I actually get to the blog. But when I do get to the blog most of the time I only see things that have basic gay content and nothing that would require an age restriction. And I usually just leave and wonder why.

As of now, after complaints, youtube has removed the age-restriction. You can read more here, and check out the video.

Facebook Bash: Time Magazine; Free Excerpt Women Who Love Gay Romance

Facebook Bash: Time Magazine

I’ve posted a few things about facebook and how I’m curious about the future of all social media. But I’ve never actually drawn any conclusions because I think it’s still too soon to do that with social media, especially as more and more people of all ages begin to navigate the web. And now with the recent announcement about how Facebook stock has grown, I think it’s even more important to tread with care when making any predictions. Evidently, Time writer, Ben Barjarin, doesn’t agree with me, and the predictions he made about facebook last June show how dangerous it is to try to predict the future of social media. And I have a feeling Mark Zuckerberg is smiling widely right now.

The article to which I’m referring is titled, “Why Am I Still on Facebook?” And you can read it in full here.  It starts out with positive comments about facebook and family and how wonderful facebook used to be as a way to keep in touch with people, and then devolves into an interesting commentary about how facebook has changed and how Ben Barjarin thinks it won’t even be around five years from now.

No predictions from me. Maybe facebook won’t be around five years from now. But I think Barjarin is wrong with this statement:

Given the nature of why people use Facebook — to stay in touch with friends and family — it seems that this is the worst possible place for ads and sponsored posts. I go to Facebook to keep up to date with people I rarely or never see anymore, not to look for products or promotions.

I’ll be the first to admit that I hate online ads of any kind, especially the video ads that start speaking to me when I go to a web site. However, last month I found a trunk organizer thanks to a facebook ad. I ordered it and love it. I also recently helped Corey Booker in his bid for the senate through facebook. I get a good deal of my news information from facebook…mostly from local news channels and reputable publications I know I can trust. During hurricane Sandy last October facebook was one of my main means of communication when I didn’t have power for over one full week. So for me, facebook is not about staying in touch with friends and family. Frankly I honestly don’t really care about their vacations and trips to the park, or what they had for dinner. I want information from facebook, and I want it fast. And I think Barjarin’s view on why we use social media is extremely limited.

The other thing he fails to mention…or doesn’t even realize yet…is that younger people are not watching TV and they are also getting their information from facebook.

This is also an interesting comment in the article:

Magazines, for example, are a much better place. When I read a magazine, like Digital Photography, I am a captive reader with a specific interest in digital photography. Therefore, that is the best place for companies within the digital-photography space to pitch me about useful products related to digital photography that I may interested in. This is the power of targeted advertising.

The reason it’s interesting is because magazines, especially Time Magazine, are losing readership these days faster than the Titanic went down. I still get Architectural Digest and the ads in there have also dwindled. Of course Barjarin isn’t going to mention this because his post is pro-magazine and that’s not the spin he’s using this time. And while I have nothing against print magazines, they have fallen off my own personal radar in the past few years to the point where I throw my copy of Time Magazine out most weeks because I’ve already read the content online. And, many of the articles I’ve already read I found through facebook, Twitter, or some other social media source.

And at this particular point, I think it’s very dangerous to make predictions about facebook or any other social media outlet. What I do think we all have to do is regulate our own social media needs and figure out what we want and need most from social media. In my case, it’s information and communication. I also think social media in general will be around for a long time.

Free Excerpt Women Who Love Gay Romance

The indie anthology I’m releasing sometime next week, The Women Who Love to Love Gay Romance, is moving along well and I wanted to post a free excerpt today to show readers how good some of these contributing authors are. This excerpt is actually from a New Adult romance by author Bella Stanberry, titled, “My BFF and Her Boyfriend.” It is one of three short stories in the book…the first story in a trilogy that follows the unique lives of three new adults: a gay man, a bi-sexual man, and a straight woman.

I still haven’t finalized the cover yet, but that’s coming soon.

The other day my mom started talking about my younger brother and his new girlfriend. We were on the phone; this isn’t new.

It was one of those weekly chats where my mom rambles on as if she’s taken too many Lyrica pills for her bad knee and I’m on the depressing single bed in my dorm room in my underwear scratching my sack, nodding and saying yes the entire time. It’s a process; a ritual. And the less I disagree with her the faster I get off the phone.

It’s not as if she’s unhappy with me being gay. When I came out to my folks the summer after I graduated from high school they took it fairly well. They didn’t jump up and down and sing show tunes. They barely even smiled. We were in the kitchen and they remained silent for a long time while they processed the information. But they finally said what most liberal parents of college age kids say when they are faced with a child coming out of the closet: “We’re fine with this as long as you’re happy. And please practice safe sex at all times.”

In other words, they would have preferred it if I were straight, but they could learn to live with me being gay, in time. I’ve often wondered if they ever told my straight brother to have safe sex at all times. Did they mention to him that straight dudes can get cancer from cunnilingus because of the HPV virus if they aren’t careful? I never actually asked them these questions because I thought it might be too confrontational. I was so happy they didn’t freak out on me when I told them I was gay I took what I could get and hugged and kissed them both.

It’s been three years since that conversation and I’m a junior in college. My dad rarely mentions my gay lifestyle aloud. My mom has grown to accept me and she’s taken it upon herself to offer suggestions about meeting gay guys. She’s read all the books on how to be a great gay mom. When she begins these conversations, she always heads it off with a hint about my younger brother’s girlfriends. She seems to think that we all need to be paired off as couples in life, and that no one single ever lived a full or authentic life…gay or straight. And I just smile and nod while she speaks, looking at my watch, and wondering how she would react if I told her the truth.

Sometimes I play the imaginary conversation over and over in my head, wondering how she might reply if I did tell the truth. It would probably go like this:

My Mom would say, “You really should get out more and meet a nice young gay man. I’m sure there are plenty of them where you go to school.”

I would smile and say, “I’m already in a relationship, mom. I haven’t mentioned it because it’s a little unusual. I’m not sure you’d understand it.”

She would remain silent for a moment, and then ask, “What do you mean unusual?” I’m sure she would be wondering what could be more unusual than two men sleeping with each other.

“It’s different,” I would say. “It’s not conventional.”

She would become frustrated and ask, “Oh please. How different could it be?”

I would take a deep breath, exhale, and say, “I met a nice couple.”

“A couple of what?” she would ask.

After another deep breath, I would say, “I met this couple. A guy and a girl. And I’ve been seeing them both for the last several months. We’re all very fond of each other. I think you’d like them.”

Then there would be dead silence, and I would hear a crash on the other end of the line. My dad would come rushing into the room to see what had happened and I would overhear him asking my mom, “Oh my God, Joanne. What’s wrong? Why did you pass out?”

Bu these are only fantasies I replay in my head sometimes, because I’m not sure when I’ll ever tell my mom about this relationship. I don’t think she would understand, and I’m not even sure I fully understand what I’m doing with another couple half of the time. Maybe it’s a generational thing. People my age seem to be doing things a little differently than generations before them. But I could be wrong about that. Maybe we’re just doing it more openly.

This all began a few months ago. I belong to a gym a few miles from school and I go there to work out with my best friend, Gina, four or five times a week. But I should backtrack a little first. I met Gina my freshman year of college in a registration line while waiting to be approved for a history class we both wanted to take that semester. Gina was standing in front of me in line, tapping her black pumps with six inch heels and looking at her watch. I noticed her large breasts and her expensive seven shades of long blond hair. She noticed my tight jeans and my large biceps. At first, she flirted with me and I took this as a compliment. It was even more of a compliment when I mentioned I was gay and she didn’t blow me off. We started talking about how frustrating it was to get anything accomplished during registration week and found out we both had a lot in common, especially when it came to men. We started whispering about the hot guy in front of us and we’ve been best friends ever since that day. I even used to joke around that if I weren’t gay Gina would be the woman I would marry.

I had no idea how true these words would one day be.

At the beginning of our junior year Gina met a guy named Luke at the gym. I wasn’t there that night. I was in my dorm doing what I always do at the beginning of a new semester: trying to organize my schedule and working hard not to freak out about taking on eighteen credits that semester. And while I was kicking myself for taking that extra film course on Thursday evenings, wondering how I would deal with all the reading from the English class, Gina was in Luke’s Corvette giving him head in the parking lot of the gym. I will never forget the elated tone in her voice when she phoned me at midnight and told me what had happened with Luke.

Cover Preview: Cowboy In Love Bad Boy Billionaire Series

Here’s a cover preview for an upcoming book in the Bad Boy Billionaire series, Cowboy in Love.

The entire book is set in Texas, and it gets very emotional in more than one part. The main character is still grieving for his deceased husband, and doesn’t know how to move on with his life. I’ll post a release date soon.

Here’s a link to a free excerpt and a book description, and some info that explains more of the book in detail.

 

Internal Desires; Nude Channing Tatum; Jane Lynch Gay Divorce

Here’s my new book cover for the upcoming release, Internal Desires. This one is another indie, it’s a long short story that runs 13,000 words, and it will be a .99 e-book and I’ve opted into the kindle select program for the next three months. What that means is I will have a three month exclusive with Amazon because this is a lending program. I hate the exclusive as a writer, but I love the lending program as a reader, and if you don’t have a kindle app and you’re not part of the program as a reader you might want to check it out. Just a suggestion. I know everyone has an opinion about this.

In any event, here’s the book description…it’s LGBT new adult:

When young Randy’s mom and dad leave the ranch in Montana for a week long road trip, he remains home alone because of a baseball game and his job as a part time cowboy on a dude ranch. But Randy really has plans that week to experiment with his secret internal desire. It’s something he’s kept hidden for years beneath his old baseball gloves and athletic cups, and something he’s never told anyone aloud.

After gathering up all the courage he can, he sets out for an epic night of adventure only to discover the darker side of his secret fantasy that includes a misogynist idiot at a country western bar and serious brand of rape culture he’s only studied about in community college. Randy panics and he isn’t sure what to do. But when the man of his dreams shows up and turns out to be his real life hero, Randy winds up discovering internal desires he didn’t even know he had. 
 
Nude Channing Tatum
 
From the Oh No They Didn’t blog, here’s an article about Channing Tatum. If you scroll down to the bottom of the post you’ll find an excellent, artistic portrait of Channing Tatum in the nude. The article gets into an experience a guy once had with Tatum.
Back in 1998, I was spending the summer in the dorm at Glenville State College to help with the student newspaper. I met a football player who was there for summer practice. His name was Chan Tatum, and I paid him $30 to pose for my wallpaper site.

I decided to Google his name, and I found out he’s now a famous model. I’ve drooled over his professional work for years and somehow never connected the dots to realize it was him. The closest I got was thinking the actor driving the car in the Mountain Dew commercial seemed familiar.

In retrospect, his shock that I could sell photos of him seems really really funny.

Read more at ONTD: http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/20000505.html#ixzz2W6aMyar1

 
Jane Lynch Divorce
I’ve been meaning to write a long post on gay divorce for a long time, but it’s tricky to do because from a legal standpoint there is no such thing in most states because gay marriage isn’t legal. This post about Jane Lynch getting divorced made me think about a few things I’ve seen in the past with other gay couples I’ve known. I would assume Lynch and her wife will have to follow the divorce laws in MA because marriage is legal there. But not all gay couples have that right now.
Glee star Jane Lynch has announced that she and her wife of three years, Lara Embry, are getting divorced. The couple, who were married in Western Massachusetts, met at a fundraiser in 2009. “I thought she was cute,” Embry told People magazine when she and Lynch married.
I wish I could say that all gay marriages last forever and end in HEA. But the fact is that just like straight couples, gay couples get divorced, too.
The only big difference is that straight couples who get divorced have legal rights. Gay couples in most states don’t, so they have to work it out alone. And sometimes that can get very messy…or be very unfair. I’ve seen it happen more than once.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The Women Who Love to Love Gay Romance Anthology

This is one of those posts I write to keep track of my thoughts…in true fashion of a journal, which is what personal blogging was always intended to be in the first place. Although I veer off track sometimes and post about many things, I do like to keep certain posts for my own thoughts.

When I first thought about editing and publishing a book of short stories about women who love to love gay romance, I wasn’t sure how it would play out. Would anyone be interested in submitting a story to a book like this? Would authors be willing to write fiction that gets into personal feelings? These and many other questions ran through my mind and I didn’t take this book on lightly.

One of the practical things I wanted to do with this book was give authors the time they needed to write and submit a story. That’s why I made the announcement in January and gave a deadline date of May. I didn’t want anyone to feel rushed, and this isn’t the kind of book that needs to be rushed. As far as I know, no one’s ever done a book that contained fiction all about women who love gay romance and actively participate in gay romance. If there is, I didn’t know about it. I do know there’s one non-fiction book about why women read gay romance. But this is something completely different. My book is about the women who read gay romance actually getting a chance to be part of gay romance…in fiction. And I’ve always believed that’s what fiction is all about…what if? It’s something that should take the reader away for a short time where he/she can dream and think and wonder.

And I’ve received some excellent submissions from these women authors. I’ll be honest. At first I was worried about that, too. I’ve done other anthologies and I haven’t loved every single story. It’s one of the reasons I haven’t done an anthology in a long time. But this time I’m amazed each time I start a new story and begin to edit it. The emotion is there, and so is the intimacy. The stories are sexy in different ways, and ways that I think are tasteful. Nothing is too over the top, so to speak. And the ways in which the authors approached the theme continues to surprise me.

I’m down to editing the next to the last story. Although I’ve read them all in raw form already, now that I’d editing them I’m getting a deeper appreciation as to why so many women love to love gay romance. I’m learning things I didn’t know, and these are things I want to know. And when I write my own next story or novel all of this will be something that helped me grow as a writer, too.

The Women Who Love to Love Gay Romance might even be released sooner than I thought it would. The stories that have been submitted don’t need too much editing because they’re all very neat and tight. And one thing I’ve learned as a writer is to never tamper too much with an author’s work while I’m editing. I’ve had that done to me far too many times to know how it frustrating it feels. And most of the time it was done to me it only took something away from one of my stories by an editor who didn’t know my readers as well as I know them.

So this book is moving along nicely, and I’ll post a release date soon. Contracts are ready to go out and I’ll be getting in touch with the authors very soon. And, a huge thanks once again to everyone who did submit to this book. I can’t tell you all how much I love these stories. 

"New Adult One" by M/M Author Bella Stanberry: The Women Who Love to Love Gay Romance

I’ve been juggling my workload this week, and one thing I’ve been working on is the upcoming anthology I’m indie publishing, The Women Who Love to Love Gay Romance, with three short stories by Bella Stanberry. She did something interesting for this anthology. Instead of one short story, she submitted three stories…all with slightly different titles…as a trilogy of shorts. The first story begins the trilogy, and the final story which ends the trilogy is filled with the kind of serious emotion that made me re-read the ending twice.

She also left herself open at the end in case she wants to continue to write about these characters. If I said anything else I would be giving out spoilers. So here’s an unpublished excerpt from the first story, titled, “New Adult One.”

I don’t have a detailed description for this, but here’s the set up. The entire trilogy is told in the first person, from the POV of the gay character. And it gets into the highly emotional relationship that three unlikely people find while they are almost ready to graduate from college…one gay man, a bisexual man, and one straight woman who wind up in an intimate, monogamous, permanent relationship that works for them. And even though they are all new adults, there’s another reason why the stories were titled this way that adds more depth to the stories. But that would be another spoiler.

The photo above from wiki commons reminds me of the setting in one of the stories.

The other day my mom started talking about my younger brother and his new girlfriend. We were on the phone; this isn’t new.

             It was one of those weekly chats where my mom rambles on as if she’s taken too many Lyrica pills for her bad knee and I’m on the depressing single bed in my dorm room in my underwear scratching my sack, nodding and saying yes the entire time. It’s a process; a ritual. And the less I disagree with her the faster I get off the phone.

            It’s not as if she’s unhappy with me being gay. When I came out to my folks the summer after I graduated from high school they took it fairly well. They didn’t jump up and down and sing show tunes. They barely even smiled. We were in the kitchen and they remained silent for a long time while they processed the information. But they finally said what most liberal parents of college age kids say when they are faced with a child coming out of the closet: “We’re fine with this as long as you’re happy. And please practice safe sex at all times.”

            In other words, they would have preferred it if I were straight, but they could learn to live with me being gay, in time. I often wondered if they ever told my straight brother to have safe sex at all times. Did they mention to him that straight dudes can get cancer from cunnilingus because of the HPV virus if they aren’t careful? I never actually asked them these questions because I thought it might be too confrontational. I was so happy they didn’t freak out on me when I told them I was gay I took what I could get and hugged and kissed them both.

            It’s been three years since that conversation and I’m a junior in college. My dad rarely mentions my gay lifestyle aloud. My mom has grown to accept me, and she’s taken it upon herself to offer suggestions about meeting gay guys. She’s read all the books on how to be a great gay mom. When she begins these conversations, she always heads it off with a hint about my younger brother’s girlfriends. She seems to think that we all need to be paired off as couples in life, and that no one single ever lived a full or authentic life…gay or straight. And I just smile and nod while she speaks, looking at my watch, and wondering how she would react if I told her the truth.

            Sometimes I play the imaginary conversation over and over in my head, wondering how she might reply. It would probably go like this:

            Mom would say, “You really should get out more and meet a nice young gay man. I’m sure there are plenty of them where you go to school.”

            I would smile and say, “I’m already in a relationship, mom. I haven’t mentioned it because it’s just a little unusual. I’m not sure you’d understand it.”

            She would remain silent for a moment, and then ask, “What do you mean unusual?” I’m sure she would be wondering what could be more unusual than two men sleeping with each other.

            “It’s different,” I would say. “It’s not conventional.”

            She would become frustrated and ask, “Oh please. How different could it be?”

            I would take a deep breath, exhale, and say, “I met a nice couple.”

            “A couple of what?” she would ask.

            After another deep breath, I would say, “I met this couple. A guy and a girl. And I’ve been seeing them both for the last several months. We’re all very fond of each other. I think you’d like them.”

            Then there would be dead silence, and I would hear a crash on the other end of the line. My dad would come rushing into the room to see what had happened and I would overhear him asking my mom, “Oh my God, Joanne. What’s wrong? Why did you pass out?”

            Bu these are only fantasies I replay in my head sometimes, because I’m not sure when I’ll ever tell my mom about this relationship. I don’t think she would understand, and I’m not even sure I fully understand what I’m doing with another couple half of the time. Maybe it’s a generational thing. People my age seem to be doing things a little differently than generations before them. But I could be wrong about that. Maybe we’re just doing it more openly.

            This all began a few months ago. I belong to a gym a few miles from school and I go there to work out with my friend, Gina, four or five times a week. But I should backtrack a little first. I met Gina my freshman year of college in a registration line while waiting to be approved for a history class we both wanted to take that semester. Gina was standing in front of me in line, tapping her black pumps with six inch heels and looking at her watch. I noticed her large breasts and her expensive seven shades of long blond hair. She noticed my tight jeans and my large biceps. At first, she flirted with me and I took this as a compliment. It was even more of a compliment when I mentioned I was gay and she didn’t blow me off. We started talking about how frustrating it was to get anything accomplished during registration week and found out we both had a lot in common, especially when it came to men. We started whispering about the hot guy in front of us, and we’ve been best friends ever since that day. I even used to joke around that if I weren’t gay Gina would be the woman I would marry.

            I had no idea how true these words would one day be.

            A few months ago at the beginning of the semester, Gina met a guy named Luke at the gym. I wasn’t there that night. I was in my dorm doing what I always do at the beginning of a new semester: trying to organize my schedule and working hard not to freak out about taking on eighteen credits that semester. And while I was kicking myself for taking that extra film course on Thursday evenings, wondering how I would deal with all the reading from the English class, Gina was in Luke’s Corvette giving him head in the parking lot of the gym. I will never forget the elated tone in her voice when she phoned me at midnight and told me what had happened with Luke.

            “Fuck,” she said, “I met the hottest guy tonight at the gym. He looks like fucking Ryan Reynolds and he has a dick like a porn star.”

            I laughed and closed my lap top. I was used to her crude descriptions by then. She tended to objectify men more than most men objectify women. “How big are we talking about here?” I am a detail person.

            Before I continue, it’s important to understand that one of the reasons Gina and I get along so well is because of the way she never minces her words. Although Gina is all woman in every sense of the word, she has never been ladylike and demure. She usually uses the word fuck in every other sentence, and she loves sex more than most of the gay men I know. She actually has a shirt that reads, “Smut,” in bold back letters. In the same respect, she thinks most hardcore feminists need better hairdressers, a little lip gloss wouldn’t hurt them, and they shouldn’t wear those “hideous” flat shoes and pencil skirts that make them look like ex-nuns. Gina wears stilettos and tight tops to show off her breasts. She loves mini shirts that make construction workers whistle and catcall. She’s also a straight A student, thinks about becoming an attorney, and she belongs to Mensa. I’ve been in more than a few amusing situations with her when she’s put a few scruffy faced feminists in pencil skirts in their proverbial places. In many ways, Gina is the gay man I always wanted to be, with all the high camp included.

            “He’s like a freaking beer can,” Gina said, laughing so hard she started to snort.

            Of course I was sitting on the edge of the bed by then. “What happened?” I had a feeling this story would be interesting. She hadn’t snorted this way since the night she’d met those painfully shy twin brothers from Iowa.

            “He helped me do bench presses,” she said.

            “But you know how to do bench presses better than most of the guys there,” I said.

            She laughed. “I know that, but he didn’t.”

            “You were the damsel in distress,” I said, in a shy helpless tone.

            “Damn fucking right, dude,” she said.

            “Are you going out with him again?” I asked.
 

            “I hope so,” she said.