Another thing: the long-gestating novel version of My Sister’s Boyfriend Joey is coming out this December from Go Deeper Press! I’m pretty psyched cause it’s my first actual novel (I’ve done novel-length projects before but this one’s for real) and I think fans of the aforementioned story are going to like it a lot. More details as they come and as I’m able to post them on the internet…
Lately I go to this Christian coffee shop to write, so I’ll be writing scenes about dad/son four-ways (that’s two dad/son couples commingling) while milquetoasty-hot guys with big butts in their khaki pants study their bibles at the table next to mine. Just doing my part for society, I guess.
That is all.
Hiya. Just a note to tell anybody who’s reading that I had my most productive day of writing ever in my life yesterday. I’m not going to say what my word count was because that’s private, but it was a lot for me, and I’d say a good 75% of it was good good good. It’s the first draft a novel I’ve been working on for the past two months, it’s about incest, and it’s a little crazy narrative-wise but I’m having so much fun with it.
The other piece of news is that the novel version of my ‘ole story “My Sister’s Boyfriend Joey” has found a publisher and should be out before this winter. More news as I get it.
Of course that isn’t true because I have a smartphone and therefore my every move is being tracked. But as far as conscious consensual behavior with the internet, I’m rarely engaging that much right now, which means I’m sometimes not answering emails and certainly not up on my social media responsibilities. Apologies, I guess? It’s actually a happier state of being, I think.
With this in mind I did some social media housecleaning and rid this website of some (though not all) corporate logos. Fuck corporations. Every little bit helps (maybe).
I’m writing like a motherfucker. Every day, and I’m so excited about what I’m working on. I’m in this place where I’m making a lot of stuff but not necessarily putting it out into the world just yet and that feels fine. Better than fine. I’m so happy! With that said, the “My Sister’s Boyfriend Joey” novel may be on the horizon.
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Hey there! So me and some of the other authors from the recent erotica anthology Alternative Fucks (out now! all proceeds go to the ACLU! an original story by me about fucking your ex!) are doing this blog tour where we answer the five same questions. Here’s mine, and you can find links to the others below.
1. What group did you hang out with in high school?
I had a couple of good girlfriends. I wasn’t out in high school. I was friendly with a lot of people but things changed around my sophomore year, when more people started fucking and it became clear that something with me was…off. People didn’t know if I was gay or just weird. Joke’s on them – I’m both! I got voted “Most Original” in the yearbook.
2. What is the dirtiest story you’ve ever read?
I’m more than two-thirds of the way through the dirtiest story I’ve ever read, and it’s Hogg by Samuel R. Delaney. I read his memoir The Motion of Light in Water this fall and it blew my mind; I felt like I met a new friend. Hogg is his book of erotica, and it’s a doozy. Starts out gross and just gets grosser, but I’m buying every moment and dreading where it goes next.
3. What is your favorite movie and why?
I have way too many favorite movies for this question. I’ve used Thelma & Louise as one of my certified tearjerkers since I was a teen and it keeps affecting me in ever-more-entrancing ways. I love trash, of course, and I get these wonderfully terrible songs from the mostly-crappy movie The Apple stuck in my head lately. I saw Get Out last night which made me cry, laugh and cringe.
4. What is right by your side while you are writing?
A glass of water. Headphones in my ears, music in those. Sometimes coffee. My phone if I’m being half-assed about things.
5. Describe your dream vacation.
Robbing a bunch of stores and driving into the Grand Canyon. Just kidding. I guess I want to get out of this country – I’ve never been anywhere but the northern half of this continent. Seems like a good time to do it, too.
Check out my fellow authors’ responses!
Heya there. New porno story! This one’s called Cooked, and it was originally published in the Bruno Gmunder anthology Slave Boys. It’s about a sweet, straight cook at a restaurant who turns out to be neither sweet nor straight.
How’s everyone’s life now that the world feels like it’s falling apart? Not that it didn’t feel that way four months ago, but jesus christ. I’m meditating everyday to keep my anxiety at bay, and I’m not letting anything steal my joy. Maybe there’s something to be said for dancing while the ship goes down – fun in the end times, no? But more than anything I want to remain vigilant. I haven’t been able to read a lot of news stories, but this one has stuck with me. I write this as a talisman: I will not carry out inhumane acts for this inhumane regime. I will solidly remain in the camp of People Who Give a Shit About One Another.
The community I live in has this regular thing where we sit in a circle, pass around an object of some kind, and share what we’re feeling. Whoever holds the object talks and everyone else listens. Cross-talk – responding directly to what another in the circle has said – is discouraged.
This ritual is immensely important to me, because it’s a place where people can share their lives and emotions and not fear judgement. It’s one of the reasons I moved to this community – the only place I found it before was at AA meetings I attended with my ex-boyfriend (and it’s really not right to attend those meetings unless you have an addiction problem).
I’m of the opinion that humanity could use more of this kind of thing. Instead, we get Facebook. Social media sites where the only option is to engage in a dialogue. I’m realizing that a large part of the reason that I avoid social media sites is because of the fear of judgement. People shouldn’t have to defend their views all the time. People deserve to be heard and not be criticized or commented upon. I wonder how many voices Facebook actually silences?
I don’t really know what to say about the outcome of the election. I was shocked, and now that emotion is settling into a familiar stew of anger, fear, apathy and fear of my own apathy. I barely want to say anything for fear of it bouncing around the internet echo chamber. But for what’s it’s worth: fuck misogyny, fuck xenophobia, black lives matter, and viva rampant faggotry. I love and care about you.