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Hi all! I decided to show my face around these parts again to see if I can do like my teachers taught me....learn from my mistakes and try and try and try again
So let's see what happened between February 19 - 24th.
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Trevor, through little fault of his own, finds himself with few choices. Desperate and hunted, he decides that his best chance is to head out to sea on his boat, for a circumnavigation of the Earth. His boat, Atlantis, is a fifty-five foot cruising catamaran, bequeathed to him by his mother prior to her mysterious disappearance. Come along for the ride and explore with Trevor, as he discovers many things, not the least of which is himself.
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I had to bury two parents relatively close to each other, and they were not perfect parents by any means, but when they died, it still left an aching hole in me that took several years to get past. When I started dating Jamie, though, her whole family accepted me, even LIKED me, especially her father, who is almost the greatest guy you could ever meet. He has a big heart, and an even bigger family, so there’s plenty of love to go around. I can call any of her siblings and have a good conversation with them, and feel happier getting off the phone, and if I called her father, he would beg me to come meet for lunch, or go out together just because. He told me a few nights ago that he’s very proud to have me as a son, and I had to duck out of the room for a while to keep my composure straight. It feels like the end of a fairy tale, where you live happily ever after.
Except, that doesn’t really happen.
My biological father has wandered back into my life for the past three years in some sort of vague attempt to be a father again. It seemed promising at first. He moved out west and got this well-paying job, has a fiance, custody of my sister Emily, and the all American dream because he’s in the country legally now. I even sent Noah up to Wyoming to live with him when my financial stability became ruined. My other brother left with Layla to go live there after getting hired at the same company my father works, and it left me alone in Tennessee with only one other brother who lives an hour and a half away and never calls. Before Noah and Joey left to go to Wyoming, he would call weekly, he would ask if they were still coming, I’d say yes and try some small talk, then he would hurriedly end the call. It was awkward.
I drove up to Wyoming to see him, dropping Noah off in the progress, back in November 2016. It was not a bad visit overall, his fiance seemed nice, her two kids were friendly, Emily was sullen and a typical teen, but talking to my dad seemed strained and uncomfortable. I tried to rationalize it that we are virtual strangers to each other. It made sense.
After Joey left with Layla, the only phone calls I received where in preparation to sign over custody of Noah and Layla to him. After that, the phone calls stopped. Two years later, my brother had his second child, Isabella on February 1, and my dad took a flight out to Tennessee to meet her and supposedly spend time with us. That’s when I called my brother to ask if our dad had made it yet, and he said that he’s been there for days already and everyone was having a blast. I got off the phone feeling very confused because no one had bothered to call me. I, then, called my dad acting like the phone call with my brother never happened, and he admitted he was in town and would come visit the next day. True to his word, he came to my apartment and sat at my table for an hour, chain smoking, and barely saying a word while his fiance chatted away with me, then they left.
I felt stumped at his behavior and called my sister in law and asked if he had been so quiet there. She said no, that he had been happy, out spoken, and very proud of his new granddaughter. I felt even more bewildered after that. They leave to go home, and no one has called me since. I tried to shrug it away, but my brain has been whirling nonstop since he left almost two weeks ago. I tried to rationalize it again, maybe he had been drinking and loosened up, maybe he was speaking Spanish the whole time, and felt more comfortable. Then, the question popped up: maybe he LIKED them more.
I don’t have a Facebook because I’ve been dealing with a stalker for a couple of years and I truly just don’t want one, but I did decide to go on to Jamie’s profile and look my dad up. His profile was public, so I started looking into his feed. There were pictures of him, Noah, Layla, my brothers, his recent visit to Tennessee, and everything a normal feed would have. There was also a numerous amount of anti LGBT propaganda on it too. My heart sank. He was sharing all this nonsense that gay was a lifestyle, a choice, and that trans people are freaks of natures. It literally said freaks of nature. Biological sex is the ONLY gender, etc. It made sense to me, then, why he had been so rigid.
And now I can’t seem to take it out of my mind. He’s been no father to me, so it shouldn’t bother me, but it really does. I WANT him to like me just as much as my brothers, but he thinks I’m a freak. A lot of people think I’m a freak, but HE thinks it too. I’m without words.
I should be thankful that I have Jamie’s dad instead, but I can’t get into that mindset. I look like my real father and knowing that he looks at me and is disgusted really makes my stomach churn. I’m angry because WHAT DOES HE KNOW, but the depression is stronger than the anger. I want to just let it go.
As an introspective person, I do a lot of inward looking, as you can probably imagine. There has been a fair bit of stuff going on in my life outside of GA. GA, oddly enough, has been one of the ways I've stayed sane. Well, in part. There are a bunch of things that I do on a regular schedule for GA and that helps keep my semblance of normalcy. As it looks right now, I'm down to weeks before I pick up roots and move. It'll be the first major job change I've made on purpose. It brings a raise, new things and new people. It'll also bring more hours at times. The upsides vastly outweigh the downsides and I'm moving closer to the family. This eliminates most of the other stresses in my life too.
Of course, this means for the next couple months, I'm going to be crazy busy. Between work, moving, new work and the house renovations I'll be doing, I'm going to be going crazy. I've been doing prep work though. I've been working on writing blogs ahead so that I'll stay on my posting schedule. This blog, which is posting live when I'm done, is actually the fifth blog I've written today. I'm about to get up from the computer to head out to the barn and my mancave so that I can do more prep there in anticipation of the move.
This past Wednesday marked 3 years since dad passed away. I still miss you Dad!
It is, quite possibly, the WORST feeling in the world to have poured your heart and soul into a project...ALL of your emotion...ALL of your creative energy...only to have some kind of crazy computer glitch just 'zap' it right out of existence forever. Gone. Never to be seen again. The experience is heartbreaking! I've had it happen to me quite a number of times in the past. Either the 'Save' function didn't work like it was supposed to, or the file got corrupted...my laptop fizzled out on me, or my files got hacked, or my website was shutdown without any warning...I can honestly say that I've probably LOST just as much writing as I've posted on my website over the years. And it never ever gets any easier to deal with. Because, while writing takes time and notes and a game plan set into motion ahead of time so you know what kind of story you want to make...the actual writing itself is a very emotional and spontaneous act. You sit at your keyboard with a feeling and a purpose...and you 'bleed' through your words. Right then, right there, while you're in the moment. You search for just the right words. Just the right phrases. Just the right metaphors. And with your passion and focus working together...you create moments in your writing that express exactly what you're thinking and exactly how you're feeling at that particular time in your life. Once you lose that...even by accident...you can't ever get those moments back. It's like setting fire to a photo album full of your baby pictures. It hurts. Especially when it's something that you worked really really hard on so you could get everything just the way you wanted it. Yeah, there's no feeling in the world like losing your creative expression with a technological screw up or the click of the wrong button.
BUT...that doesn't mean that you have to give up on saying what you need to say with your work. If you want to take some time before starting over, that's fine. In fact...I encourage that. But when the anger and the frustration passes, you've got to pick yourself back up, add some wood to the fire, and get your ass back in gear. If this was a story that you felt you needed to tell the first time around... you still need to tell it the second time around. What's changed? You have something in your heart that you wanted to share with the world, and chances are that the world needs to hear it. So dust yourself off and get back to work. That story isn't going to magically write itself. Get up, soldier! There's work to be done!
Having been through this sad process myself many times before, I hope this article will inspire you guys to keep going, and take steps towards starting again, despite the harsh blow that our imperfect tech might have dealt you.
Step number one...'Grieve'.
Hehehe, seriously...take a short break to get over losing all of your hard work. The reason I say this is because it's a truly aggravating experience, and there will be a sudden urgency within you to try to jump right back into your story and start typing away before you lose all of the wonderful things you had in mind before they leave you! I can tell you from experience...this is a mistake. Any writer that is truly invested in their own work and writes from the heart 'exposes' themselves in their writing. It's automatic. The emotion flows freely and it affects your every word choice and description that you put on that page, and if you charge into rewriting your story with a head full of anger and frustration and despair...those feelings are going to come through in your writing. Your readers will feel it. And unless a pissed off author who just lost a lot of hard work and had to start all over from scratch is the vibe that you're going for...you're going to end up writing a very different story from the one you intended to write initially. So...it's gonna SUCK for a while, yes...but take a few days to breathe and get all that out of your system before jumping back into it. K? Your readers will subliminally detect your frustration no matter how careful you think you are about hiding it. Or...they'll just figure out the hint from the number of 'F'-bombs and heavy exclamation marks you use in this new version!
Step number two...'Look for your notes'.
I once made the huge mistake of keeping a majority of my notes and ideas for stories online. Needless to say, I don't do that anymore. I don't trust ANY online program to keep my hard work safe unless I absolutely HAVE to! Not a server, not a word processor, not my own email, not a 'cloud'...NOTHING! I've been screwed over by every last one of them in the past. So *FUCK* the internet! Hehehe! (See? That frustration? It's still there, and it comes out in my writing. Hehehe!) I actually go out, and I buy physical notebooks and physical pens and I jot down notes on my own where I can see them and hold them in my hand. So unless my house burns down to the ground, I don't have to worry about something like...WebTV suddenly ending their service and losing a TON of my emails and saved stories in the process! Grrrrr!
Keep personal notes on your spontaneous thoughts and feelings concerning a certain story, and keep them in a place where you have easy access to them. If the unthinkable happens, and you lose your story online...go back to the notes that you took ahead of time, and use that 'bare bones' structure you referred to in order to write the first story as a guide to start over again. Not only will you have access to your most awesome ideas, but after reviewing them, you might even come up with NEW ideas that you never even thought of beforehand. They will help to keep you in the same frame of mind, so always keep your notebooks close to the hip.
Step number three...'DON'T try to recreate your original work'!
I speak from experience when I say...that will never ever happen. I don't mean for this to sound depressing, but all of those thoughts and emotions and literary choices that you made 'in the moment' to create that masterpiece of yours? They're gone. Gone for good. And they're never coming back. This is something that you have to take some time to embrace and accept so you can move forward. You will drive yourself CRAZY trying to remember the exact wording of certain passages and dialogue that you wrote before. Trying to rewrite your opus, word for word, isn't possible. You will only end up weakening your own writing by even attempting such a thing.
Let your old project go. Keep the feel of it, but start anew. You have your notes, you have your passion and your focus, and while you may see many 'shadows' of your previous work in your new project...it'll never be the same. Don't go backwards and try to create a carbon copy of what you've already done. Move forward, and write something even BETTER. Otherwise, you'll just be rehashing old ideas and stale emotions from moments that have long passed you by, broadcasting your regret to your readers for not being able to effectively pull it off twice.
It's ok. There *IS* no effectively pulling it off twice! That's what makes writing so personal, and so unique. Have faith in yourself. You wrote a masterpiece before, you can write one again. Your talent hasn't changed, nor has your drive to tell a great story. So go for it! It'll be fine. K?
A quick recap...
#1 - Take Time To Grieve.
Don't rush to start writing again. Losing irreplaceable thoughts and emotions SUCKS!!! Take some time to wring that out of your system before you try to 'clone' your own genius.
#2 - Look For Your Notes.
The ideas and brilliant bits and pieces of or your original story might still exist in the notes you took before writing it the first time. Get yourself back in the same frame of mind and remember why you wanted to write that story in the first place. It might inspire you all over again.
It won't work. Don't try to build a story off of worn out feelings and 'spur of the moment' expressions. The best thing that you can do is build a brand new version of your original story, based on what you're feeling right NOW. Let it be just as heartfelt and spontaneous as it was the first time without looking back. Follow your heart. Let your muse speak to you without restriction. Your instincts won't let you down. K?
That's it for this particular article. I hope it helps. And remember to save save SAVE your work! Keep TEN copies in ten different places if you have to! Email it to yourself at three different accounts! Save it in LibreOffice, in Notepad, on Google+...ANYWHERE that you can save a copy...save one. After 'gay material' witch hunts on Tripod, and email malfunctions, and laptop or hard drive crashes...I have grown WEARY of losing some of my BEST work to technology. But...as much as it hurt...I had to keep going. And you guys can keep going too. So take some time, watch some TV, deal with the loss...and then give it a second try. You may end up topping what you originally had planned!
I'm back again to talk about diabetes.
Some of you know that a friend of mine just died from sepsis, due to an uncontrolled infection which was a complication of having diabetes. She left a 21 year old son and 25 year old daughter. It's very very sad.
While it sad, it's partly her fault. It hurts me to write that. I don't want to write it.
But she would never try to change her eating habits relying on doses of insulin instead. She refused to stop eating white bread, processed foods or alcohol. She was never much of a person to have sweets however.
It sucks having diabetes. My husband does. Frankly I'd love to be on the HoHo's, Wagon Wheel and McDonald's diet if they said it wouldn't kill me. I love junk food, but I no longer eat it.
And nowadays I don't miss it.
It's funny when you stop eating things like that and start cooking fresh decent meals, that you lose the cravings for crap.
I beg people to eat right. Learn to cook. Think about the future.
I recently read about an 89 year old man, who has had diabetes since he was 12 years old. People with juvenile diabetes back then rarely lived long. He did. But there was no testing at home then, no real belief that humans could control their sugar levels.
He studied and became an engineer and married a doctor. Eventually a portable blood monitor became available to doctors only. He was tired of being at the mercy of this awful disease. So his wife ordered one. He started taking his levels up to 8 times a day carefully recording what he'd eaten. Eventually he understood.
But no one would listen. So at age 45 he went back to school and became a doctor in hopes that someone would hear him. His approach is rather radical, but the proof is in the unsweetened pudding.
As I read it, I felt afraid, seriously afraid of not being able to eat this or that. I wondered what Michael would think. But then I realized that lately food is just food to us. We don't crave things, we eat because we are hungry, and not because we are tempted.
There are a lot of chapters of Dr. Bernstein's books online. I recommend you read them. His story is here:
Diabetes is not just diabetes. Read the online chapters, learn to cook and eat well. You're worth so much more than your next sugary hi-carb snack.
Be well ...
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If you like the Nighrunner series, this anthology of short stories gives more insights to the histories of the characters.Quote
Lynn Flewelling's Glimpses explores "lost" moments from her popular Nightrunner Series, events alluded to or passed over - Alec's parents and childhood, Seregil's early liaisons in Skala, Seregil and Alec's first night as lovers, how Seregil and Micum Cavish met. Each story offers a new perspective on events readers have speculated about for years. For new readers, it offers an introduction to the characters Romantic Times calls "two of the most memorable heroes in fantasy."
And the cover is cute too!
Definitely worth the read!
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I hope everyone is having a great week! It's time for this weeks prompts, supplied by our prompt guru, Comicfan. Just a reminder, and for those who haven't worked with the prompts before: prompt responses under 1,000 words must be posted as part of a collection.
Prompt 650 – Creative
Tag – List of Words
Use the following words in a story – a soldier, a school, a note, a red coat, and a large truck.
Prompt 651 – Creative
Tag – First Meeting
Two shy people are sent to do the initial meeting between their families entering into a business contract. How does the meeting go and what sort of contract are they discussing?
Did you write a prompt response last week? Don't forget to share it below.
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This week's Anthology Flashback brings us back to 2007 and the 2007 Annual Anthology. Check out The Road Not Taken...
One of the things I was interested in for protecting my mancave was a smoke detector that connected to the Smart Home. Nest Protect is one that does. It is tied into my Wink Home Automation system, in addition to having the Nest App itself. If the smoke detector goes off, it triggers alerts to my phone as well as setting off the alarm in the house. (since my mancave is in the barn, not in the house)
This thing works well and doesn't suffer from issues the first generation of smart smoke detectors did. (Like alarms you couldn't turn off if they triggered the wrong way).
So, yeah, this is just one more tool in my home automation arsenal.
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“I’m aware of why Trish and you are here. Shall I go ahead and increase your dinner reservations to three guests at Terrazza?” Drew said in a low voice. Terrazza was the hotel’s five star Tuscan Italian restaurant.
“That’ll be great. But tomorrow, he’s on his own,” Al replied with a wink.
“I also took the liberty of booking a VIP booth for you at tonight’s Reba McEntire show. It’ll fit two to four guests,” he said as a follow-up.
“Drew, you think of everything,” he replied with a broad grin. “Hey, how about joining us? It’s an 11:00 p.m. curtain, right?”
Drew considered his schedule as he answered, “I haven’t seen the show yet, but are you sure I won’t be in the way?” The idea of spending some social time with Bob was creating a stirring sensation in his crotch. ‘Thank god,’ he thought, ‘I’m standing behind a counter.’
“Absolutely not. I think we’d all like to get to know you better…as a friend and fraternity brother. We all hit it off right away and it’ll make Bob feel less like he’s a third wheel,” Al said with a sincere smile.
“Okay, then. I’ll take you up on the offer. If not before, I’ll meet you in the showroom a little after eleven,” Drew replied with a grin. Al waved goodbye and joined the Harrington sister and brother.
Drew changed out of the uniform white shirt and tie in his small back office in favor of an open neck silk shirt and made it to the Circus Maximus showroom just as the lights were dimming. Antonio, the Maitre d’, pointed down to the first tier of horseshoe booths in the front of the 2,000-seat room where he saw the backs of his new friends’ heads.
“Hi, guys,” he said quietly, easing into the booth to sit next to Bob. Everyone greeted Drew with smiles, whispers and handshaking. He hadn’t mentioned that the booth was tight but doable to seat four adults. A little bolt of lightning shot up his body as Drew’s leg came into contact with Bob. Neither man made an effort to move.
“I’m glad you could join us, Drew,” Bob said into his ear, just as the Amazing Jonathan began his very funny comedic warm-up act before Reba. Knowing the pace of the bookings and production, he wasn’t surprised when the comedian took his final bows 22 minutes later. The houselights darkened and a rich, baritone voice came over the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, Nero’s is proud to present…Reba.”
Percussion and guitar could be heard as the curtain was brought up. With the aid of subtle backlighting for illumination, the sold-out audience was aware that the shadowy cluster of musicians on ‘stage left’ was her backup western band. ‘Stage right’ contained a large, vaguely recognizable string section, also shrouded in semi-darkness. First, Reba’s band started the initial bars of a familiar, signature song. Then, the strings joined the Western ensemble to produce a rich overture. The front stage lighting was slowly brought up.
And in the center, surrounded by billowing smoke that was highlighted by unseen up-lighting, slowly being raised to maximum, brilliance was a grand staircase. The diminutive silhouette of the star was on the top, standing in repose. Reba began singing
I created an announcement a few weeks ago asking people for topics they wanted to be covered here in more detail. You can find it here:
One of those requests was how to we make the fancy links, like I use in my post signature to link to my story. It's really, really simple. Just copy the link in the url address bar and then paste the link to a story on the site into an editor, and it'll auto format for you. For example, I could paste a link to my Sci-Fi Anthology story, A Bad Day to Be WET:
And it automatically formats. The neat thing is, that this applies to topics, like the first example, stories, like the second and other things like the Gallery and Blog's linked below:
If you are planning on updating your signature to link to a story, just remember you can only link one story that way. Further rules can be found here:
Some offsite links also auto-populate. YouTube and Google Maps, for example:
Hope this helps! Leave a comment below.
Well, this is truly a learning curve and can be challenging, for the" Blog Challenged", I must apologize for those looking for the previous blog "A happy ending to a tragedy" seems I made two mistakes and wish to redeem myself, ( as best I can) the Moderators were kind enough to share the whole issue with me, and well it just proves to me they are doing their jobs. to those wishing to read the article, I so appreciate your loyalty in following...! this being my first blog site and the occurred mistakes let me know I have much to learn, I hope this will not discourage anyone from visiting the site as I endeavor to move forward. A Temporary setback which has given me the passion and willpower to move ahead and overcome this failure past. I hope you all can forgive and will encourage any and all newbies to move forward not retreat, I am a determined person and will admit my mistakes openly. Those of you who have been associated with me for a while know I have just recently overcome 5 years of total blindness, And have been given a gift of eyesight in my right eye, I have shared a big difference from visualizing experiences to being able to watch TV, read for Myself with passion ( Not a computer-generated voice reading for me) the material I read now is far more passionate to me , and I retain and understand issues a lot better. So a "BLOG" is a whole new life for me, and I do want to remain within the boundaries set forth. so with that said I ask your Grace and forgiveness... so walk with me and I with you and we both may learn a lot from each other...!!! thank you... Bob/DMRman
Adventure is guaranteed upon entry into this area. Wear a helmet and mind the rubble, there's a lot of construction going on around here.
You've come along at the very beginning of... if this was Hollywood, they would call it a reboot.
How I got here is a long story, and I have enough things I'm working on. *Drum sting* I'm finally finishing the beginning of my career here.
Because coming back is inspiring the new energy, instead of the reverse, you, and everyone here, get to be witnesses to the entire process, rather than simply a grand reopening with everything so prepared it's ready for out-of-town relatives.
Predators chapter 1, 2011 may be old but the story is not dead. I give hope, not timetables. More soon.
The previous entry will tell you about the one exception to that rule about timetables: Predators: 2-14-9X. You can see chapter 1 now over at http://www.Imagine-magazine.org at a lovely place run by @Comicality and friends.
Or, if you are a homebody and don't wanna leave G.A. have no fear. The story will be premiering here early April first. (No foolin') and then every first of the month thereafter, one month behind the magazine.
Keep an eye out for more commentary in the forums and on stories. Be sure to read the stories and the comments you'll be entertained by both, I hope.
And I have more thrills in store.
For the time being I'm a work in progress, but hey, aren't we all?
Please excuse the mess
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On Valentine's day, the day when the world turns its mind to thoughts of love. Love. Such a small word, but means so much.
I love my partner. I love my son. I love my friends and extended family. Heck I even love my ex-boyfriend and chocolate. But do I love the same? No. I love them all with the same intensity, but not the same way.
Humans today get hung up and think only of the romantic meaning of the word love. We should never feel weird or ashamed to say that you love. The world could use a little more love. Just like you should dance like no one is watching, love like you've never been hurt.
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone, I love you all.
I'm about to start work on a potential entry for the next GA anthology. As the plot stands presently, one of the main characters is a young Polish man. You can probably see where this is going already. I have no intention of writing large chunks of dialogue in Polish, but I do want my character speak a little in his native language. Greetings, expletives, some other short phrases, and the occasional word forgotten under pressure.
I am well able to use a dual-language dictionary, and I'm used to the fun of using Google translate, but I really need someone to tell me whether what I've come up with is appropriate. Both literally and in character. I may also handover a number of English sentences to be translated.
It will be a number of weeks before anything is ready, and I have no intention making anyone's life burdensome. But I do like my stories to reflect real life and society. A young Polish man doing nothing but speaking English, even to his mum, doesn't strike me as right. So, if you, or someone you know of, might be able to help, please get in touch.
Just to be clear - I'm an English writer, and the story will be set in an English city.
Ive received requests for another community blog. I’m hoping for some interaction from this very large community!
What brought you to Gay Authors? Why do you stay?
The first question is kind of a fluke for me. I was following a story by an author on another site, where I lost track of story. I know you’re dying to know author. It was @Comicality. When I did a Google search, story popped up. I clicked on without paying attention. The site was completely different. TaDa! I found GA. I read here for a few years, before I became a member.
Why do I stay? This question is multi-layered. I’m a typical male, sure I like porn. I however am not big into porn stories. Of course I read them. However; I’m more cerebral. I like stories with substance. Not (Yeah...Give it to me) without a plot.
The majority of stories are higher quality. The authors here strive for more. .
Finally, I enjoy the engagement. The site is brimming with interesting dialogue and topics. I’ve met wonderful people. Made good friends. GA allows me to interact with my favorite authors. They know I’m reading and support them.
GA offers me stories with characters like me. There are some differences with straight and gay couples. It’s nice to be able to identify completely with a story. I appreciate that GA is inclusive to all though. A diverse community.
Take the challenge! Share your reasoning with the GA community.
Been an emotional week around here. tim is going through something, and I can only watch and wait. But words run through my head after he comes to me, needing me. Last night he asked me to just hold him, as he tried to sleep. I did and he did.
But I know him very well. Know his heart and the kind of human being he is. It's why I love him. And why I wrote this:
You tell me you need my arms about you tight
I know there's something, and I whisper tell me
the name of who is in your heart this moment,
Your head bows, there's damp on your cheeks
But it isn't my name there, or on your lips
And I hold you, strong against me, and smile
As you say: you know I love you, don't you?
I know and we are bound together in many ways
Yet, I know the man in my arms, and his heart
aware I am not alone in it.
There are others you love, desire and care for
But I am wise enough to know, forbidding this
Or trying to cage you, would drive me from the
Very heart I love with all of my own
To keep you, I must free the butterfly
So if sharing who you are and your heart
Means I can love you, then share you I will
I am not sad, or afraid, because you're here
We always will be, until one of us must go
I hope I am left, for I'd not want you to suffer alone.
I know one day, you'll be gone from my arms
But I don't want to know that emptiness yet.
Don’t want to think of not kissing this soft skin
I am your caretaker, your man and you're my boy
And if eternal love exists, then that is mine, for you.
Hello February! By the time you read this, stores will be full of red and pink decorations. Chocolates and love cards will be prominently displayed everywhere. Florists will be busier than a one-armed wallpaper hanger in a windstorm would. And GA readers will be searching for love stories to read. Our focus this month is on the authors of three such tales.
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I was not aware of Rip Skor’s Boy Story until one of its fans sent in a question for the author. The story’s description and Rip’s reply to the question have led me to adding it to my reading list. Moral of the story? If you are an author, how you describe the story when you post it can gain or lose you prospective readers.
I happened upon Boy Story a while ago, and it was hard to resist Matt and Parker. It was great watching their romance unfold and seeing them live their lives.
You mentioned the story is semi-autobiographical, so, why was this the time to tell it and how hard was it to separate fact from fiction?
And since it is the month of Romance, what is the best love advice you’ve received?
Being an English Major, I've always written well, but I hate to write because it saps a lot of my energy. So the fact that I put pen to paper seems perplexing even to me.
I was sitting at home with Parker one night and we watched another horrendous gay-themed movie. They always seem to end up sad, as if it's some kind of penance for being gay. Just look at Brokeback Mountain for example. Can't a gay love story have a positive ending, yet still be entertaining? Can't a gay love story keep itself from getting mired down in gay culture, which turns off most straight people?
Parker said, "You're a good writer, why don't you show them how it's done?" That started the ball rolling.
Only problem is I had no idea what to write about. I find it easier to use real events even if just for a framework to build around. But once I turned the faucet on, things came flooding out, like I was watching a movie.
One of my college professors said "Write about what you know." So I wrote about what I know...my life. Specifically, when things drastically changed for me, yet kept me feeling alive and happy and thankful. Parker had become like a drug that I could not live without. Being with him fed my soul and I guess that's where the term soul mate comes from. Others have experienced the same kind of all encompassing love.
I didn't change much of the events. I did compress the timeline a bit to keep it moving. Otherwise we'd be on Chapter 247 by now. I kept most of the names the same where I used only first names, I changed my last name and Parker's last name to protect our privacy. So there was not a lot of fiction to separate from fact. Like Parker winning the car in a drawing that Aunt Helen entered him in really happened!
My Grandmother hit the nail on the head when it comes to relationships. She simply said "Be good to each other." I found that's how you keep romance alive.
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Headstall began posting Cards on the Table three years ago, in January 2015. Since then, the story’s sixty-three chapters and over 300,000 words have attracted nearly 180,000 views, 2,700 comments, and over 300 followers. I think it is fair to say Gary’s story about two hockey-playing friends taking their relationship to a new level struck a chord with readers. This has to be one of the all-time most popular love stories on the site.
How difficult did you find it returning to Cards on the Table after a long break? Had your writing style noticeably changed since you'd last written a chapter? Did you have to alter anything to get back into your previous style?
There was a lot of emotion/angst involved with my return to Cards on the Table. The biggest thing that made it difficult was the guilt I carried for being away so long, and the pressure I put on myself because of it, at a time I really needed a good extended rest.
I had no intention of taking such a long absence. This new, strange story was making a heck of a racket in my head, and I had already taken breaks in the past to write two other stories (Song and Dance and Treading Water), and both had gone quickly. But, Morningstar: The Malaise, my shifter story, turned out to be a different animal (sorry... couldn't resist).
I really thought I could write the bulk of it and then return to CotT, writing both at the same time, but it was such an intricate undertaking, it became impossible to go back and forth between these two epic length stories. I found I could write anthologies during that time (four of them), but only because they were relatively quick endeavors.
Consequently, I was nervous about returning to my original story. Morningstar was still living in my head, even though Book One? was complete, and after a year and a half of living it, it was hard to let go. That whole time I had been barraged with requests to get back to CotT, and I felt a very real pressure. I learned a huge lesson.
As far as altering my writing style, I will say this: my writing is always evolving. It has from chapter to chapter and book to book. The first chapter of CotT is much different from the latest, and eventually I will clean the whole thing up. A better question might be whether I could fall back into Michael and Kendall's world with ease. It was the question I had, and I found the answer as soon as I started writing the 'Christmas Cards' chapter. It was a huge YES.
It was like I never left these guys at all. Every character was right there waiting for me, and I can't begin to tell you how relieved I was. I had Kendall's inner voices and sense of self in my head and on my fingertips, and Michael's sense of humor and fearless approach to love were still a part of me. Even Nate and Bodie were every bit as nuanced as they've been from the beginning. So, even though my skills may have improved while being away, I don't think it has altered the essence of Cards on the Table in any way. Thankfully, judging by the comments, the readers agree.
I hope my long-winded reply answers your question. Thank you for your interest.
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Our final author this month is Renee Stevens. I suspect the woman does not sleep a lot. How the heck else is she able to have a life and still serve as part of GA’s staff, coordinate weekly blogs, anthologies, author promotions, and who knows what else. From personal experience, I will vouch for her support of rookies; she is always willing to share what she has learned. Of course, she is an author first and her love stories about rugged, working men enjoy huge popular support.
I read Puppy Love after it was featured in a recent blog. When compared to your other love story I've read (Studly Ranch Hands which I loved) both have a similar feel. Kind of an open country atmosphere. As some of the blog comments mentioned, the quality of the old story is not as good as your most recent work. Why? How did the changes come about? How long and how hard was it to get to where you are now as an author?
Thanks for the question! Puppy Love was only the third novel I’d ever written, and the second M/M novel. The first was Eternity and that has many of the same issues as Puppy Love does. (We won't even get into the issues that my first ever novel Life After Loss has). I looked at my files and the earliest files I could find on Puppy Love dated back to 2007. It could have even been written before then, I can’t remember, and that’s just when it was first saved in my current files.
The “Why?” is simply because I didn’t know any better back then. I didn’t have the community of support back then that I had after I came to GA just over 8 years ago. Sure, I had friends who read over what I wrote and they helped improve the story line, but there are so many things that none of us knew. Once I came to GA, I developed some wonderful friendships and really started to get some assistance in improving my writing.
It’s taken over ten years for me to get where I am now, and a lot of hard work, but it’s worth it and I hope to continue to learn and improve. The one thing that helps me is I make note of repeated mistakes and now I check all of my stories for these issues prior to posting.
Joy. Just pure joy. I'm sitting here in my living room (I decided not to go out because I honestly don't want to deal with crazy crowds) and I'm just savoring the moment.
I am so proud of this team, and I'll never forget this moment. E-A-G-L-E-S!!!
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I haven't posted a blog in a while, but I was compelled to share my thoughts on this.
Recently, someone shared an amateur porn video with me. It was of a supposed “Dom” taking his sub over his knees and spanking him. Normally, that would be good subject matter, but this one, like so many similar ones I’ve had the displeasure of viewing over the years, is about the Dom causing the sub as much pain as possible, alternating between bare hands and a paddle, while the sub squeals and squirms beneath his weight.
During the entire spanking session, this “Dom” focuses his attention solely on the webcam that is filming the scene – obsessed with how he looks as the World’s Most Awesome Sadist. The narcissism and egotism projected is astonishing. And extremely disappointing. Meanwhile, the sub he’s dominating is subjected to pain without any purpose, clutched in the stronghold of a man who cares more about how he looks on camera than about the boy in his arms.
Do I know who this couple is, or how they are together when the camera is off? No. Maybe they only just met. Maybe they've been together for years. If a Dom and a sub mutually choose to film a scene like this, then I suppose I can’t argue with that choice. However, this is the type of online manure that confuses and misguides what D/s Life is about.
Inflicting pain without purpose is pointless. Choosing to use a sub like a rag doll – or, in this case, a prop for a homemade movie – grates against my every nerve. There’s an inhumane, torturous aspect to this kind of scene. It’s also gravely inaccurate. At least, to most of us in the Life it is.
The deep emotional connection that a Dom and sub can share is something to be celebrated, not portrayed as a power play with only one winner. There is little room for egotism in a Dominant person, and a sub should be revered as a partner, not a puppet. Not to mention providing proper after-care, which means being kind and nurturing and supportive to a sub as he/she comes back from the sub-space you’ve transported them to.
A Dom who cares little to nothing for the sub in his arms doesn’t deserve to have one, in my opinion.
Oh, my heart!
I did something hard today. I let my almost 18 year old daughter go on a 3 day trip. A trip that will take her some 4 hours away. OK, it’s a school trip and there are chaperones. She’s a member of her high school’s culinary team and I am so proud to be her mom!
Her brother has been taking trips with the marching band and indoor drum line groups since middle school. And there have been some long ones, 16-18 hours! (Texas is a BIG place!) But neither one of them have done anything like this!
I want them to have the courage to fly, to do things that challenge them. I want them to be able to take trips like this and know that they can do it alone. Without a parent there to take the lead. I know that it’s important they learn these skills. After all, isn’t that a big part of my job as a parent? To send my kids into the world knowing how to be an adult?
She was so excited last night. Making sure the right clothes were packed. That the new pants we had to buy for the awards assembly “worked with the blouse.” She made sure that she had everything ready to go; she had lists! She was packed and ready to go by 7:00 this morning; even though her ride wasn’t due for another hour. She texted me when she left the house “We’ve left and are going to Starbucks.” I’m glad she didn’t face time me, I was able to respond with a “Thanks!” A friend asked if she got off ok, and I responded to him with a “yes (sob).”
If letting her go for 3 days is this hard, what is it going to be like when she goes away to college in the fall? I had been warned about so many little hurdles that I would have to deal with as my children grew. But letting go? I don’t think anyone ever mentioned how hard it was going to be seeing my chicks leave the nest.
I’ve been there for so many FIRST things. First steps, first words, first day of school. This first, this first trip away, I won’t, I can’t, be there.
How do you do this? How do you let a piece of your heart, get in a car and leave? For 3 days? Almost 4 hours away? Would I feel different if she were, say, going to Grandmother’s house for a long weekend? Most likely the answer would be “Yes.” Grandmother is, after all, family. There’s no family involved in this trip though. There are two great teachers who are chaperoning, but they aren’t family. Her teammates are friends, but that’s not family. There are parts of this trip she will have to navigate on her own. I have to trust that what she’s learned at home so far, what she’s seen in our lives, she is able to put into practice. Without me looking over her shoulder.
She just texted again, “Thanks mom! We’re here and having so much fun!” I didn’t cry, I just asked for a picture.
Today, I took a big step in learning to let go.
Oh, my heart!
The last couple of weeks, my gym here in the city has been under threat of closure. A few months ago, the building was bought by a New York real estate company that has a track record of demolishing older structures and building condos. The building sits right in the heart of the Gayborhood here in Philly, which in turn is located in the heart of Center City. There has been a huge influx of luxury apartments being built the last ten years, like any other big city in America. I guess it was only a matter of time before the Gayborhood succumbed to that. The gym has over 4,000 members, many of whom are gay with strong attachments to the Gayborhood. It serves as a gym, but also a gay social and community center. I've been a member here for the 3.5 years I've lived in the city, and it's been like a second home to me. In those three and a half years, apartments, jobs, boyfriends, fuck-buddies, and friends have all come and gone, but the gym stayed the same and was always there for me. I got to know a lot of people in the scene from this gym, and it's where I first hit on my boyfriend over two years ago (he was terrified of me at first, lol). The point it, it is more then just a gym to thousands of guys, and now it is closing next week for good. After being Philadelphia's gay gym for 3 decades, it's going to be gone forever. And that is genuinely depressing to me. Everyone at the gym is being forced to disperse to multiple other gyms, thus completely diluting the sense of community the place brought. Sigh.
Unfortunately, the Gayborhood has been changing a lot since the first time I stepped foot it in in 2010. 3 gay bars have closed in those years, while only one new one has opened. The best gay club in the city, Woody's, has now been overrun with obnoxious straight people and mostly abandoned by the gay guys who made it such a great spot. Voyuer, the popular after hours club across the street, is starting to suffer the same fate, with more and more straight people invading and ruining the things that made it such an amazing place to dance until the wee hours of the morning. Unfortunately, the building that houses the gym also houses another gay bar, Tabu, and 18 other businesses with a strong LGBT focus and clientele. There is also a beautiful mural painted several years ago of Gloria Casarez, a well-known LGBT rights activist from Philadelphia who died several years ago (picture posted below). All of that will be demolished to make way for most likely another luxury high rise, and further water down one of the most fun, unique, and funky neighborhoods of this city.
I guess this is a byproduct of gay rights and the gentrification of cities. As we become more mainstreamed, we begin to lose so much of what makes us unique from the generic, mostly bland and boring straight world. I'm not quite sure anymore if it's a price worth paying, because I don't want to become like my straight friends. It's such a pre-determined, mind-numbing path that ends in a suburban track home with 2.2 kids and a hour long commute to a job you hate. No, I want what I had in the beginning and what the older gay guys had back in the day. I don't want to be assimilated anymore. I'm okay with being part of a minority that is different and unique. We've lost so much of that, especially here in Philadelphia, and I'm not sure we'll ever get it back.
It's time for me to start looking elsewhere in the world.