My Fetish...

     Soooo…. I’m drawing a blank here. There were a few things that popped into my head, but they all seemed rather deep and depressing to me. Gah, I’ve had enough of that this week. One thing that came to mind was what Gay Pride means to me. Yeah, uh… no. Not going there.

I do love me some Gio.

     Hairy legs. Okay, that got my attention.

     Who knows what it is that turns people on. I mean, where does that come from? My poor brother-in-law has this thing about high heeled shoes. No, not wearing them, silly. He likes women who wear them. It’s his turn-on button. I’m guessing that’s why my sister has so many shoes. Last count was something like seven-hundred-fifty. She has a shoe room! I know for a fact that a good number of those shoes have never seen the floor, only the ceiling.

     Back to the hair-leg thing… I love a nice furry man. Yeah, big surprise there, right? But how did that happen? Who knows what made me that way, its just the way I am. It’s just like I’m gay. Another big reveal, huh? No, but… like… why? Or when?


     I can answer the when part…

     When I was about four years old, that was when. I had an uncle, my Uncle Charles, by marriage I might add, who was probably one of the best looking men I’d ever seen. Even in his later years, he would turn heads. He looked a lot like Tyrone Power. So much so, that people would ask him for autographs. Years later, I was told that he did a Hollywood screen test and did well. Only problem was, he looked too much like Mr. Power.

This looks so much like my Uncle Charles
it's scary!

     Anyway, one hot summer day, a weekend I’m sure, he and my Aunt Evelyn came for lunch. This was before air-conditioning was common place, so it was hotter than blue blazes. Uncle Charles was wearing shorts. I remember that day so vividly. As far as I know, it was the first time that I had ever seen a grown man naked. I’m so glad it was him.

     Now my Aunt Evelyn was a beautiful woman, very gracious, a bit on the formal side, but a joy to be around. My Uncle Charles was the type to always have a smile on his face, would help anyone that needed it and an all-around nice man. Together, they were a stunning couple. I remember photos of them from that era and they really were something to behold.

     I digress… His shorts were blue. He was wearing a white button down shirt. I’m fairly certain that he was wearing sandals, matter-of-fact, I’m sure of it. Being so young, I would just walk up to him and stand between his legs. I remember, stroking his very hairy legs. Yeah, I was petting him. I was enthralled with so much dark fur, the silky feeling of it sliding between my fingers.

     He, my Aunt Evelyn, my mother and another aunt, decided it would be a good day to go down to the lake and go swimming. It was so hot and the house was like an oven. Also, they could drink beer, which my grandmother absolutely forbade in her house.

     That was when I saw my Uncle Charles naked. He and I went into my mother’s bedroom to change. He stripped completely naked, and I think almost posed for me, but that’s a bit iffy. He had a beautiful hairy chest and stomach, a rather full pubic bush too. He wasn’t circumcised, and had very low hanging balls. I’d like to say he was rather averaged size, but to a kid, everything looked bigger. He had a perfect ass, a light dusting of fur, and then there were those very strong, powerful looking, hairy legs. I can be fairly certain in saying that was when I began my thing for hairy men.

     I’ve always been a very visual person. I love black and white photography. I love shadows, shading and bright highlights. Alfred Hitchcock was a genius when it came to that, by the way. I think that is what drew me in, along with the tactile feel of fur. It was the way the hair shaded certain parts, and highlighted them at the same time. The gradation of light to dark with a third sense thrown in, if that makes any sense at all. It’s like the hair defines the musculature of a man.

     To this day, I’m a leg man all the way. I will look at a man’s legs, and then move up. Yeah, nice ass, broad back, nice chest, arms good, and then the eyes. That’s the selling point right there. I’ve got to connect with the eyes. He can have the most perfect, hairy body, but if I look into his eyes and there’s not spark, then it just isn’t going to happen.

     Of course, there is no doubt that my fetish finds its way into my books. Just about every book I’ve written has a hairy man in it somewhere. Mostly main characters, but that is what I find sexy. That is my hot button. Do I have a type? You better believe I do. A dark, swarthy man, covered in fur will make me take a double take every time.

     I gotta say I’m a little bit afraid of going to Italy for this very reason. One of several things may happen. One, I’ll get whiplash. Two, I’ll get arrested. Three, some woman will bash me over the head lusting after her husband, brother or son. Four, I’ll get my ass stomped by some hot hunky Italian man for drooling on him. So you see, as much as I want to go to Italy, I have a few reservations. I may need a leash.

     Of course I’ve had to include some photos of some hot hairy guys. I think I may have to go lay down now…

     Please remember to be kind to others and do one little thing to help someone else this week. Gotta keep racking up those Karma Coins!

     Have a great week, y’all,

     Max

What The Fuck?

     So… (a needle pulling thread) Yeah, not sure where that came from. It just popped into my head. Probably not a very good start to all this.

     You know what really burns my ass? A flame about three feet tall. Okay, maybe two feet. Something else that just randomly crossed my mind. Why? Who knows? I told y’all I was bat-shit crazy!

     This has been an interesting week. I got a lot done and then didn’t get a lot done. I’m sure that makes perfect sense, right? The bad thing… I fell off the wagon this week. Oh yeah, did I ever. I drank a gallon of milk in two days. There are times I just can’t help it. I crave the stuff. I don’t know what it is about milk. I’ve always been that way, even as a kid. My mother never had to tell me to finish my milk. She was actually telling me to slow down on the milk. I don’t get people who don’t like milk. I think they’re weird.

     Of course, having a care package full of Tim Tams didn’t help. So much for that diet. Yeah, thanks for that Lauren. Love you, mean it. Don’t ever change. But my diet went right out the window! Please don’t ever stop sending them. Kiss. Kiss.

     I’ve been holding off on saying anything, since I got burned the last time, or two times I should say, but I do have an announcement.

     Drum roll please…. My Hero is going to be on audio book!

Book Cover

     Yep, I found, well Monique Thompson found, directed me, okay pushed me toward this guy, Jarrod Ford. He’s a singer, musician and now book narrator. Yeah, I got his cherry. Anyway, he lives in New York City and did the audition and he was simply brilliant.

Audio Cover

     Here is where I get to explain why I don’t/can’t do audio books. When I was a kid, my mother, grandmother, sister and anyone else around that wanted me to shut the hell up and go to sleep, would read to me. As you may have guessed it; it put me right to sleep.

     True story… I rented an audio book while driving once. Boy, was that a mistake. I learned very quickly that not only was it not helping me stay awake, but was actually putting me to sleep. Needless to say, I didn’t do that again.

     Anyway, back to the story… Jarrod Ford got all joined up with ACX, the Audible.com people, and signed the contract. Now, color me oh so surprised when he sent me a spread sheet with questions. Did I happen to mention that this happened within a week’s time of signing the contract? Why am I surprised? After the last two guys totally flaked on me, I’ve been a bit leery.

     It was fun talking to him about how to pronounce things, explain minute details to him. Then to my surprise, he told me that he’d been researching Knoxville, the town where the book takes place. He went through the list of things he’d learned.

     This guy really has impressed me. When signing the contract, they ask for a finish date. I wanted to make sure to give him enough time, so I suggested a date that was out far enough so that it didn’t rush him. Then low and behold, he tells me he is looking to have it done three weeks early! Oh yeah, I’m loving this guy.

     Anywho, my first audio book should be out no later than mid-August. I’m really excited. This is something new for me and it really is exciting. For those who like audio books, I think you’re going to be in for a bit of a surprise. This guy really is that good. I think a star has been born.

     Now then, I’ve been trying my best to get the sequel to My Hero, My Hero the Olympian, done. It’s very hard. Actually, I’m terrified. I think I may have mentioned it before, but this really does scare the hell outta me. Oh and did I mention that it is already twenty-thousand words longer than the first one and it is only three-quarters done? Yeah, this is a huge book. It is going to cost me a fortune to get it edited.

     It’s very difficult to live up to expectations sometimes. This book being one of those times it seems. I refuse to put out crap. I know it has taken me over a year to get this thing done, but I’d rather it take longer than forcing it and it not living up to what readers loved about the first book.

     Here’s a funny, or I think so. In My Hero, I used characters that I knew in real life. I do tend to do that. Like Ruthie. She was a friend of mine in real life. It was suggested by someone that I contact her and let her know that she was in the book.

     Well I did that. It was fun to reconnect with her. She seemed to find it funny that she was in the book. I sent her a copy. Not sure if she’s read it or not, but I guess we’ll see. I hope she likes her character. In a lot of ways, it really is her.

     That’s about all I have this week. I can’t say that I’ve done anything for anyone else this week. I’ve been staying home a lot lately. Played in the yard some, went to the grocery store, washed a dog and that’s about it. Well I did get some writing done, but that’s work. I guess this coming week I’ll have to try and figure something else out. At any rate, the Kudo Coin Bank didn’t get added to this week. That always makes me sad. Hope someone else had better luck. If so, let me know.

     Have a great week, y’all.

     Max

I don't know who's ass this is, but I sure would like to find out! I may be in love.

Rainbow Glitter!

     I’ve been trying to figure out what to blog about this week. Sometimes I really wonder, and worry, about y’all. I must be crazier than I thought for y’all to find my ramblings so amusing. Oh well, thank you for understanding my nuttiness.

Happy Pride!

     Anyway, I thought I might touch on some of the Great Gays in History stuff that I’ve been posting on FB. It got me to thinking… yeah, I know. That can be dangerous for me… and you.

     I’m going to start off with how amazing it has been to read or re-read about some of the great people who happened to be gay. There are a lot of them, and I’m sure that there are many more out there who didn’t come out, or were just never recognized. The history books will often talk about these folk, but they never say they were gay.

     I find that to be…disappointing. Just think about it for a moment. How many young people would feel better about themselves if, say in high school, they learned of a great general, who was important to the American Revolutionary War, happened to be gay. Yep, there was one.

     Don’t you think that perhaps some of the bullying would stop because of some of these facts? I mean, really. How could anyone bully someone for being gay when it was revealed that there were so many great people who were gay? Maybe it’s just me, but I think that is pretty much just common sense.

     Do you ever think there will be a gay history month in schools? I never thought I would ever see the day, but then again, I never thought I would see gay marriage happen in this country. I guess stranger things have happened. I do think, however, that it would be a good idea. I also wish that there was some really solid proof that Abraham Lincoln was sleeping with that guy. I think that would be awesome.

     Another thing that ran through my head was a comment that I heard recently. “The gay ghetto is practically dead now. The younger crowd doesn’t seem to care.”

     First, let me clarify the term ‘gay ghetto’. That was a term that used to be used fairly often when describing a gay section of town. Where most of the bars, shops and restaurants were. They used to be in a bad area or at the very least, a place where ‘most people’, meaning the straights, rarely went.

     Unfortunately, like what happened in Atlanta, the gays went in, got property cheap, fixed it up and then priced themselves right out of the market. They improved the area so much that the taxes went through the roof and then the hets wanted to move and, and so they did. Why do you think that there are so many revitalized areas in towns that are suddenly the ‘in’ place to go? If you looked closely enough, or back far enough, you’ll see what I mean. I think it’s kind of funny and sad at the same time.

     Going back to that previous statement: The younger crowds. That’s when I felt like I had been bitch slapped!

     Whoa… what a fucking surprise! It took me to a place I never thought I’d ever go. Being gay is much more accepted, if not even mainstream! What??? How…, when did that happen?

     The newer generation does't necessarily need to hang out in the strictly gay sections any longer because they have less to be afraid of and they don’t seem to care, a lot of the times, who know they are gay!

     Now, of course, there are those out there who are still being bullied, abused and gay bashed, but it is a lot rarer than it used to be. The biggest thing now is that it is being reported and in this country, considered a hate crime.

     I see this as being a double edged sword. On the one hand it’s a great thing because some of the hard work that many of us fought so hard for is now a reality. On the down side of things, these kids have no idea what it cost to get them this freedom, to be able to walk about holding hands, kissing in public and being able to be totally out.

     This goes back to education. What does Gay Pride actually mean to them? Do they fully understand why we have Pride Month? Do they get why you throw change onto the flag as it is marched down the street? I know that there are a few who do, but the majority? I’m thinking no.


     That fact saddens me. I have the gut feeling that this might not be the case had we not lost an entire generation to AIDS. We tend to learn more from those who are older and pass along the stories of our history. This has always been the case throughout history. I mean hell, even the Bible is based on ‘stories’.

     There were so many were lost to that horrible disease. Where would we be today if someone like Freddy Mercury were still around? Who knows what great things might he have accomplished.

     It’s been said that if Alan Touring hadn’t gone through what he did, and then committed suicide, our world would be a much different place. The things he could have done may have obliterated anything that Steve Jobs or Bill Gates might have done. Ever think of that? How different our history, world history, might have been?

     It boggles my mind sometimes to think how different things might have been. There have been so many changes in my lifetime it is sometimes hard to fathom. Openly gay Congressmen and Senators. Gay Marriage in many states. The Supreme Court going to decide on gay marriage for the entire country. Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, being abolished. I mean, the list goes on and on.

     Yes, I’m proud. I’m proud to have been arrested numerous times for standing up for our rights. I’m proud that things have progressed as well as they have, as far as they have. Yet, at the same time I’m surprised and also a little sad. I hope that we don’t forget how hard and how long the fight took and how many suffered for it. Because, as we all know, freedom does come with a price tag. Sadly, sometimes that price is very high.

     But enough of this melancholy bullshit. Go and put on your rainbow gear. Find some pretty fairy dust. Kiss a handsome gay man, or a pretty lesbian. Make sure to tell an older gay person how much you appreciate them. Tell them how proud you are of them. How much you admire them for being who they are. Dance with them in the streets. Wave your rainbow flags, or leather flags or bear flags or any other number of pride flags that there seem to be now. Toss beads. Have numerous cocktails. Have fun!

     The biggest thing that anyone can do is support local gay business, or any gay business at all. And don’t forget to write reviews for gay authors. There is nothing more important to them than to know that someone appreciates their work. That they’ve been seen and someone knows what they’ve accomplished.

     Now, as many of you may know, I have a few special charities that are close to my heart. One of them is Lost n Found in Atlanta. I’ve been a big supporter of theirs almost from the beginning. What you may not know is that they have a wish list that is constantly being updated. I often only mention this at Christmas time, since I feel that every kid should have something to open on Xmas day. Well they have this list up year round.

     Did you also know that you can sign up through Amazon so that each purchase you make with them, so that a portion of that sale goes to that charity? Yep, so every time you purchase a book, a new pair of shoes, or hell, even a fly swatter, a little bit can go to them. Part of my regular routine is to go to their wish list, which can be accessed on their website. (http://lnfy.org/) I try and spend between $30-$40 a month on that wish list. It isn’t much, but I try and do my share.

     That’s my little good deed for the month. If I can do something else for someone, that is bonus Kudo Coins for me.

     What have to you done lately for someone else? 

    Till next week, y’all… 

     Max

Ramble, Ramble, Ramble...

     So… here I sit, totally scatter-brained. I had the fortunate luck to catch a cold or some kind of bug this past week. I’ve been sick for the last four days. Talk about bad timing… I was supposed to meet up with friends for Gay Dayz in Orlando this weekend and I never made it out of the house. Hell, I barely made it out of bed.

     While in bed, I thought I would catch up on some reading. My to-be-read file is overflowing. I have no idea when I’m going to ever get through it all.

     Well, that didn’t work. My eyes kept watering and/or itching, to the point I just gave up on that idea. It was probably a good thing. My mind was and still is, all over the place. Talking about ramblings… Cold medicine does that to me.

     When I did manage to pull my big butt up outta the bed, I sat in my relatively new recliner. Damn, but I love this chair. It’s rare that I splurge on something for myself like this, but it was on sale. I was able to get it for almost half price too!

     It’s a big black leather thing, with electric buttons to raise and lower the footrest. It also has cup holders on both sides and a swivel table that can be removed and stored. OH yeah, it has this neat armrest thingy that lifts up to store the tray-top or a laptop.

     On the other arm, there is a compartment that has two plugs and two USB ports! Talk about convenient! I can plug in the laptop and phone. Isn’t that just too cool?

     Where was I going with this again? Uhh…

     Oh yeah, why I brought it up in the first place. Well duh! So I’m sitting there, enjoying my nice comfy chair, my feet up, watching TV. I’ve watched more TV in the last three days than I have in the last six months.

I need to be watching this news channel!

     Okay, that might not be true but in a way it is. I have the news on in the background almost constantly. I’m one of those oddities I guess. I’m a self-admitted news junkie. One of the good things about being a news junkie is that I get some really good story ideas. I mean, I did get the idea about P.O.W. directly from Anderson Cooper doing a report from Afghanistan, so it isn’t always a bad thing.

     Any-whooo, I booted up Netflix and was cruising through and randomly picked this TV series produced by Netflix. It’s called Sense8. The first two shows were a little slow and seemed a bit disjointed, but it got much better by the third installment. After that, I was hooked.



     I have to give Netflix kudos for doing this drama series. They have a gay couple and a transgender woman, in a relationship as well. They aren’t afraid to show or use nudity to further the story. Matter of fact, there was this one sex scene that was so hot I thought I was watching one of those soft porn channels. Season one is done and I sure hope they do season two. It’s great story line.

     Have I mentioned that I love coffee? If I had to choose between coffee and sex, coffee would win every time, hands down. Just thought I’d throw that out there.


     How do dogs get so dirty? I just washed these critters last week and they are already filthy. We’ve had rain over the last few days, so I’m sure that is part of it, but damn, give me a break, y’all. Can’t you at least stay clean for a week? It kills my back bending over the tub washing these heathen creatures. Okay, they’re not heathens, they really are sweet, but hell-fire, enough already.

     As I sit here, I have the door open so the dogs can go out and get even filthier than they already are. The cool morning air smells so clean and sweet. I have the great urge to go play in the dirt. There is so much that I want to get done in the yard. But I know that if I even try I’d probably fall over. I’m still sick and it isn’t a good idea to try and be active without making myself even sicker. Actually, this is the first day that I’ve felt like I was probably still part human.

     Earlier this week, before I became Typhoid Mary, I was given a play to read. It was written by a fairly new friend, who I met at through the happy hour group that meets on Fridays. What an interesting man. I like him and his partner a lot, even if they are damn Yankees.

     So I read the first act of the play and I was quite impressed. I liked the way he was laying it out. The flow might need a little work, but overall, it was very good. Thing is, as I was reading it, I couldn’t help but put some of my own ideas into it. That was probably not a very good thing to do.

     You may have guessed it: I started thinking of writing a play. I have no idea who’d want to produce it, but the seed was planted. As I was reading Charlie’s play, I kept thinking to myself, ‘I could so do this’.

     When I’m writing, I can feel the characters. I see what they see and I think that comes across in my writing. Of course I get to know these characters, and they become real people to me. It is only recently that I became confident in thinking I could actually do justice to this whole writing thing.

     As I promised, I’ve been reading reviews. I have to say, I’m more than a little surprised. So thank you all who take the time to write reviews. It’s been rather eye-opening for me. Back to the play thingy…

     I might actually think about that for a future project. I do like a challenge and I think it would be a nice change of pace for me. I even have a story line forming. We’ll see I guess. Right now I have more than enough on my plate. Probably enough to keep me busy for the next couple of years.

     Before I close this up, I’d like to say thank you again to everyone who has supported me with this author thing. I still feel like I’m a newbie struggling to find my way.

     Did you do anything nice for someone this week? I did. Wasn’t much, but I did make someone’s life just a tad bit easier.

     Have a grrreat week, y’all.

     Max

I wanna pet it!