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The Face of Gay 11 (Rob)

Saturday, September 29th, 2012

The words humble, modest and one tough cookie come to mind about Rob. The first two have to do with his personality while the third has to do with his being a teacher. And it’s not that he’s difficult. Far from. But in order to do his job, he sets an expectation level for his students that they need to meet. I know this because I read Rob’s Facebook posts. I can also vouch for his personality because I’ve met him…twice.

He wondered why I approached him about submitting something for this and the truth is Rob is an educator. He’s someone who takes part in shaping the youth of today. He’s on the front line, somewhere I don’t have the nerve to be. Hell, I annoyed myself when I was a teenager, so I think it’s a testament that any adult chooses to be around them, let alone tries to get them to learn. Teachers have my respect and I admit that I’ve been curious about what a gay teacher might go through. I got my answer. And despite what Rob says, one does not need to be a mover and a shaker to make a difference in the world. In this case, he need only be himself.

Digging Up The Dirt…On Myself: The Early Years Part 1

Thursday, September 27th, 2012

Do you remember your formative years with any degree of joy and happiness? We probably should because, my, how things have changed between then and now. And I’m not being flippant when I say that. Oh, hell. Yes, I am. I was recently looking through a school years scrapbook my mother kept for me that covered Kindergarten through Twelfth Grade. To this day, I remember being excited to be able to fill out each new year as it started and ended, mostly because it never seemed like it would ever be completed. It was. The funny thing to me today is acknowledging how eager I was to speed time up back then, only I’m twice as eager to slow it the hell down now. But, on to some highlights from the first couple of years as well as all the embarrassing stuff and dirty. Yes, I had dirt back then. I didn’t eat it. I played in it. I was dirty. I was a dirty boy. I’ll stop now.

I Do What I Do…Despite What Anybody Else Might Say!

Monday, September 24th, 2012

You know those little cartoon things making their way around Facebook and other social media sites? They’re the ones with a couple of panels separated into What Someone Thinks I Do, What Someone Else Thinks I Do, What My Mother Thinks I Do, etc? Yeah, those. Some of them are really quite funny and it got me thinking. What did it get me thinking? It got me thinking that I didn’t have a blog post in mind for Monday, so it might be fun to explore the answers to those questions here, just from the perspective of being an internationally known and gleefully ignored non-award winning author. See? I can see the bright spot in anything!

The Face of Gay 10 (T.J.)

Saturday, September 22nd, 2012

There are a couple of misconceptions people have about writing a post for the Face of Gay series. 1) They feel they have to be a writer. You don’t. 2) They feel they have to compete with the other stories being submitted. You don’t. 3) They think their life isn’t special enough to write about. You’re wrong. It’s really very simple; just have something to say that you’d want people to know about you or someone you know who’s gay. It doesn’t have to be anything complicated. Just honest. Sharing has the potential to change lives. We laugh, we cry, and we grow. I’ve learned something from every single one of these posts and the consensus is others have, too. We’ve got something special here, but they only continue if you want them to, which means speaking up.

On the subject of speaking up, I’ve had the fascinating and previously bumpy pleasure (read into that what you will) of chatting with T.J. online. A mutual friend has said more than once that she fears we’d kill each other if we ever met in person, only I think she’s just hoping we’d amuse her with a kitty fight. The thing I recognize about this young man is he’s not going to tolerate drama, he feels deeply, and he won’t let anybody or anything stand between him and his partner. These are all things I completely and totally respect. So, would we really kill each other? I think not. But we might put on a show for our friend just to play with her mind…because that’s fun! And with that, here’s T.J.

Things I Learned Taking A Road Trip With An Alzheimer’s Patient

Thursday, September 20th, 2012

“Would you take me for a walk?” and “I’d appreciate it if we could go for a ride” are the two most common things I hear from my father these days. And like Richard Marx, he won’t give up until he’s satisfied. That’s a reference to a song by Richard Marx for all of you in the One Direction generation who don’t know who Richard Marx is. And for all of you older kids from the Richard Marx generation (like myself), One Direction is another new boy band. Anyway, mom and I took dad on a 9+ hour drive last weekend to Tennessee for an army reunion and we ran into a few things we weren’t entirely anticipating. Allow me to say at this point that it’s a good thing we can have a sense of humor about it.

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time

Monday, September 17th, 2012

My father may not have stormed the beach at Normandy like Teddy Duchamp’s dad allegedly did in Stand By Me, but he did serve in the military. I bring this up because there was a reunion this past weekend in Nashville for folks who served back then at a base in Germany. Mom really wanted to go since she’d gotten in contact with some of these men years back before dad succumbed to the ravages of Alzheimer’s. She wanted to see them, they wanted to see her and dad, and wouldn’t it be nice if dad had a chance to visit with them? Unfortunately, it was a 9+ hour drive. Might I consider going with them and helping with the driving? Also…um…<pointing to my wedding ring>…some of them might not be comfortable with that. Welcome to the road trip from hell. Now, allow me to break it down for you…

The Face of Gay 9 (Katherine Trick)

Saturday, September 15th, 2012

I’ll admit that even I need a little reminder from time to time that my faith in humanity is founded. It’s way too easy to become jaded these days and let the ugliness cloud everything. And I remember a time when it was easy to get jaded, like first coming out to my friends. Most were good, so no real complaints. Hey, I hang with good people. A couple of them didn’t take it it so well, but we’ve come to an understanding since then. It was, after all, a different time. And still a few others also turned out to be gay. That’s how my husband and I ended up together…and why I thank my lucky stars we are. He saved me  from some very embarrassing sexcapades with people who I really didn’t want to engage in nocturnal mating habits with. It’s okay, though. I realize it’s entirely their loss. So enough of that and let’s move on to today’s guest blogger and her story about… Well, I’ll let her tell it.

Giving And Taking It In The Comedic Way

Thursday, September 13th, 2012

A huge number–usually one or two people, typically the same number of people who’ve read one of my novels–have in the past come up to me and asked “Aren’t you that gay author who makes fun of people and takes it up the bum from that extraordinarily cute Asian guy? What makes you laugh?” It’s a loaded question, isn’t it? I mean, do I want to be known as the author who takes it up the bum from that extraordinarily cute Asian guy? It’s honestly not a stretch if you’ve ever met us, but do I want to spread it out in the open and really take a pounding with that kind of a reputation, gyrating up and down and up and down and all around? I swear, the things that go in and out and in and out of someone’s mind sometimes. But I digress. The lesser question they asked is what makes me laugh.

How To Create The Persona Of An Author (The Easy Way)

Monday, September 10th, 2012

Being a writer is extremely taxing, very difficult, and borderline excruciating work. It really is. The writing part is easy, though I’ve been told by friends that you really don’t even need talent for it. How else can you explain Twilight or Fifty Shades of Grey? That’s according to them, my friends. I’ve never read the books. I also don’t have any plans to read them and that’s okay. Stephenie Meyer and E.L. James have never read mine either, so we’re good. Besides, these same friends tell me that the use of a real plot and interesting characters all written in the grammatically correct English language would confuse them. By them, they mean the authors. Notice how PC and specific I am about this? It’s in case I ever run into these people–and by people I mean the authors–and have to explain my comments. Hey, I said they haven’t read me. I never said they didn’t know who I am. Who doesn’t? Which brings us to our point in today’s post; How To Create The Persona of an Author!

We’ve been doing it for years. And by we, I mean us, real authors. We’ve also got it down to a few fairly simple rules. Are you ready? Here we go…

The Face of Gay 8 (Anonymous as Scott)

Saturday, September 8th, 2012

Has anyone ever told you–as someone has me–that no matter how difficult you think you have it, somebody somewhere has it worse? There’s a definite ring of truth to that with today’s post. I’ve had drama in my life. My friends have had drama in theirs. People I only know through social media and e-mail have theirs. That being said, I don’t know anyone who went through the experiences Scott here has. I’m sure they’re out there, but they’ve remained silent. Scott remained silent…until now.

This is one of those rare times I don’t feel one of my regular introductions is even necessary. I will tell you, however, that I cried after reading this. And whatever your reaction to this Face of Gay, I hope you’ll leave a comment for the author at the bottom. He’ll be reading them throughout the day.