(Photo: Andrew Montgomery ) I miss Michigan summers When the lakes were filled to spilling On the shores of lake erie In n the parks of green I miss the path passed the lakeside Between the pool and tennis courts Where my blades cut paths unyielding Pushed back only by the wind I miss … Continue reading Michigan Summers (poem)
(Photo by Taylor Durrer) I can smell rain soaked earth at five thirty in the mornin' have my headphones in two steppin' to merry mystic music as the night-wind is still tangible around me Leash in hand, dog at my side I mouth the lyrics as I walk counting the footsteps as I … Continue reading Til my lover comes back home (poem)
I’m going to take a little moment today to talk about the latest set of heated voices in the m/m world, and I hope, as with discussions in the past of Pseudonyms vs. Identities, and Gay for You plots, and Family Reconciliation plots, that everyone can play nice. I still get nasty comments on those posts, but comment screening is magic, and they’re far more outweighed by actual, thoughtful discussion, so it still feels worthwhile.
But I’m going to come at it from perhaps a different angle in hopes I can shift the narrative a bit from finger-pointing and self-defence and so I’m going to talk plot bunnies.
Most writers I know (and especially those in the romance or spec-fic business) talk about plot bunnies. In fact, it’s pretty much a short hand. Someone in the queer spec fic group online will post an article about, say, a newly…
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April is national Poetry month and before I turn in, I was thinking about the relationship between love and time. So I have this. Love is an act of defiance against the truth of life sweet and bitter realities that says this person i will hold steady here with me - with all that I … Continue reading Time and Love (Poem)
Sometimes in the queer romance community — and especially when there is something going on that’s caused offence and triggered a heated debate — it can feel uncomfortably like an us v them situation, with cis straight allies feeling unwelcome and unappreciated.
This makes me sad, because I know that the vast majority of the cis straight authors and readers are doing their best to support the LGBT+ community.
But also, I think it’s really important to remember that it’s not us v them. Those of us who identify as LGBT+ still need to be good allies to each other.
Just because you identify as LGBT+ yourself, that doesn’t automatically give you a free pass. We can still fuck up and make mistakes and hurt people. I’ve done that myself, more than once, and it’s hard to admit that and apologise (humble pie tastes like crap) but it’s necessary.
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(Photo by Bart Anestin) Twenty five and a half hours from now *plus eighteen years ago* I stopped walking the Streets of Detroit looking for you. Your two kids were upstairs waiting for you. I called Rick and told him. And then went home to bed. I got up for work the next day, … Continue reading 25 1/2 Hours and 18 years ago (Poem)