Haaay. I recently finished – like, finished-finished – My Sister’s Boyfriend Joey (the novel version based off of this story) and submitted it to a publisher. Keep your fingers crossed. One of my goals is to find a good editor who wants to work with me on a long(ish)-term basis. Writing is such a slog sometimes – one I happily muck through, but any help along the way is golden. Just putting that out there. 🙂
Still writing hot lil caption stories and posting them on my Tumblr, BROB8. Very much enjoying that outlet.
Working on my sci-fi story which is about a guy who buys a sex robot which is a clone of himself. Taking my time with that one, keeping it fun.
The lifeguard story is on hiatus. It’s right there online so I suppose I’ll feel an obligation to finish it at some point. Not that I don’t want to, but I think I got to a tricky place in it where I didn’t know where I was going, and I had other stuff to do so I just let it go. Gotta let things go. Always.
My buddy Cliff has known I’m a fag since our sophomore year and it never changed anything between us, except he likes to tease me about it. He knows I think he’s hot and would love to suck his dick, so he’s always grabbing it and flashing it and trying to turn me on. I think he likes driving me a little crazy, I think he gets off on it. Once he asked me all about what gets me hard and when I told him smells, he got real interested. He said what kind, and I told him just about any – balls, ass, armpit. And he said he’d let me sniff his pits if I really wanted to. And I was like, really? We were all alone in his room and I started getting hard cause it really seemed like he was serious. And he said yeah, he knew how much I wanted his cock and since he was straight and I was never gonna get that, he could at least give me this. “Right now?” I said. He said “Why not?” He’d been working out earlier and was sweaty as hell. I could probably smell him across the room – and I really could – so why not just get a closer whiff? He raised up his arm then so I could see his damp armpit hair and the smell hit me even harder. I moved in closer and he got the biggest smile on his face.
I started a new Tumblr called BROB8 – it’s one of those deals where I repost sexy pics and add captions to them. Check it out.
The sad news is that my favorite magazine, Handjobs, has ceased publication as of this month. Permit me a reminiscence, as this news affected me strongly.
I found my first issue of Handjobs in 1997, in a bookstore in Phoenix – possibly the first porn store I’ve ever visited. For a long time it was my dream to write for Handjobs. And in a curious way, the magazine was my first connection to the Radical Faeries, a community I now enthusiastically call my own. I saw my first ads for RFD (a long-running gay journal closely associated with the Radical Faeries) in the back of Handjobs, but never knew what it was until I went to my first Faerie gathering in Tennessee. I was largely ignorant of what the Faeries were all about but I went with a wide-open mind, trusty Josman book in my backpack for jack-off sessions in the woods. To say that that book made me friends in the Faerie community would be an understatement. It got passed around the breakfast, lunch and dinner table multiple times. There were copies of HJ all over, and when I found a stash of RFD’s in the library I finally made the connection. Weirdly enough, I just ordered my first subscription to RFD last month. All things must pass. I’m not being ironic when I say that I believe that the publishers of Handjobs have done the Lord’s work. My creator is the type who delights in his beings feeling pleasure, and they have given pleasure to many.
The good news? I found out about HJ ceasing publication when I sent them a brand-spankin-new story last week called The Barn. Needless to say they couldn’t use it, so here it is, pour vous. Hope you dig.
I’d been feeling pretty down about my writing over the summer. Even though last fall/winter I wrote first drafts of two really long pieces (the Joey book and the vampire book) I can’t say that I felt (or feel) very confident about them. I remembered how confident I felt about Backwoods, and I wanted that feeling back. So I made some changes in my life (cut out a substance I’d been abusing) and when I went to the beach for a week in August I asked the universe to give me an idea for a young adult novel. I love young adult fiction, particularly the work of Blake Nelson, and I knew that I could write something in that vein, I just needed an idea. And lo and behold, I got one, and I haven’t been able to shake it since. Since I planned to rip-off the voice of Andrea Marr, the protagonist from two of my favorite Blake Nelson books Girl and Dream School, I got the idea to publish it chapter-by-chapter on Figment.com which was where Dream School originally appeared. However, I’ve been holding on to this notion that I shouldn’t release my work until it’s absolutely finished. But then I remembered, I used to publish chapter-by-chapter all the time on Nifty. And once I realized that it seemed perfect.
Hi! In celebration of (and in the interest of shamelessly promoting) my latest ebook Straight(ish) Vol 2, here is a story from that book, a story from my past called I Sucked Off an Iraqi Sniper. This was originally published on the BUTT blog and was also included in Best Gay Erotica 2011. Unlike most things I write, this story is 100% true and as accurate as my memory allowed it to be.