Monday, March 12, 2012

Beach Bums and the Importance of Staying Natural

One of these days, I'll learn to update more regularly, I hope.

Just last night, I got fabulous news--I've been accepted into the upcoming Cleis Press anthology Beach Bums, due out this summer--so you'll have ample time to read it before the end of the world. It's an anthology of only the sexiest of beach-going guys, and what happens when they find more than seashells in the surf.

Also, on getting those edits, I was reminded of something. Not by the editor, but by the little voice that translates things in my head. I was reading, and I was reminded that the best, sparkliest passages are the ones that you allow to breathe, to live a little. Don't pay attention to that stupid voice that tells you it's not proper to write a certain word or phrase--if it feels right, put it in. If nothing else, you can edit it out later, right?

My preaching is over, so I have to go back to fawning over my lovely Beach Bums contract now.


Thursday, March 1, 2012

Mix it Up

Ever the queen of the disappearing act, I've thoroughly and completely missed February, the month of sweat and nightly grunting. Still, we have St. Patrick's Day, and alcohol can do some wondrous things for libido, as we all know.

Now, as for the topic at hand: we've all read gay erotica and, let's face it, they get formulaic after enough readings. Kissing leads to groping, groping leads to blowing, blowing leads to sex, and sex leads to a heap of naked bodies (I have the adult content warning, I may as well use it, right?).


Sure, you can use different permutations, but that's sort of the baseline equation. I like to see it get mixed up. Who says they ever have to go all the way, or have to build up to the sex at all. While some liberties have to be taken when crafting fantasy from reality, but, in reality, a quickie is a quickie. Wam, bam, thank you Sam...or Ned...or Mike...or Andrei, if you're lucky. Sometimes you'll only have time for some quick road head and, yes, sometimes you do have time for all the romancing and licking and teasing...but that's not always the best, even.

So, that's my plea: write something that breaks the formula. Heck, given complex enough math, 2+2 doesn't always equal 4--all I'm asking is that you keep your guys away from ass, at least for a try.

Raven de Hart