Did You Read it?

A plethora of books have crossed over onto the big screen, Harry Potter, Twilight, The Hunger Games, Perks of Being a Wallflower…  I’ve seen the movies, but have I read the books? No.

It’s not that I don’t read. It’s just that I don’t read the kind of stuff that makes it to film — usually.

Eons ago, back when I handed in term papers that were pounded out on a typewriter, I laughed my way through a book titled Oh, God written by Avery Corman. I thought it was brilliant. When the book became a movie I took it as a personal compliment. I So Smart 🙂

One book after the other, I devoured Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. There was no way I would have missed seeing Interview with the Vampire — with or without Tom Cruise.

During Pride Week a few years back, I found a book by André Aciman titled Call Me By Your Name. A powerfully personal story told with subtlety and skill, Call Me By Your Name is now a stunningly beautiful movie.

Did you read it? Yes. Yes, I did. 🙂

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Lucky in Vegas

Eyes on his laptop, Brian searched Air Canada’s website for flights to Vegas. “The Belagio is supposed to be nice.”

“Yeah?” David wasn’t really listening to the man sitting on the other side of their kitchen table. He opened the Expedia website on his own laptop, typed Las Ve — “Wait, what?”

“The Belagio, Eric and Daniel stayed there last month. They said,” Brian looked up from his screen. “It was —”

“You are so full of shit.”

“What? They said the Belagio was excellent. Nice rooms, great pool, sumptuous spa.”

Brian was a bad actor. He couldn’t do innocent, not without a lobotomy. That tick at the side of his mouth, the one that said he was holding back a smile, gave him away every time.

“Yeah? Nice. Sounds good. We’re going to the Venetian.”

Brian shook his head, turned back to his screen. The small twitch at the side of his mouth became a full-on smile. “It’s not the only hotel on the Strip, you know.”

David didn’t bother answering that bit of heresy because they both knew that it was the only hotel on the strip — for them. “Find a flight.”

 

Brian turned from the window and his view of blue sky and white clouds over rust coloured mountains. “We’re descending.” He plugged his phone into the outlet between the seats, opened a game he’d become addicted to. “You know, we haven’t been to the Venetian in a while. They might have renovated, redecorated.”

“No, they haven’t.” David heard the smug in his voice. There was no way Brian missed it.

“You called and asked, didn’t you?”

“Yep.”

“Unbelievable. You actually asked if they still had —”

“Give me some credit. I wasn’t specific. I just said we were very happy with our room last time we were there and asked if the rooms were still the same.” David sighed his satisfaction. “I was assured that they were.”

“Happy with the room,” Brian grinned. “Yeah, that was it.”

 

A five hour flight, a ten minute taxi ride, more time than David wanted to spend standing in line at check-in and they were finally in the elevator. Brian hit the button for their floor and his eyes locked with David’s.

The door hushed closed behind them. They dropped their bags and took in the room. Same railing dividing the room in two, same set of steps leading to the lower sitting area. Same king size bed and yeah, same —

“Still here.” Brian was already unbuttoning his shirt.

“Yep.” David kicked his shoes off.

The ensuite washroom boasted a flat screen you could see from the shower, the bath was big enough for two, and the towels were luxurious. The bed linen had a high thread count, the pillows were exactly right and the view of the strip was amazing at night, but none of those things mattered all that much to Brian and David. They were faithful to the Venetian because of the bench.

It wasn’t anything fancy, not by Vegas standards. A simple, solid piece of furniture, it sat at the foot of the bed. Upholstered to coordinate with the room, most people probably never saw it as more than a place to dump their suitcases.

Like everything else in Vegas, the bench’s magic rested in a happy coincidence of numbers. The height of the bench, the depth of its cushion, the relation of bench to bed.Angles and proportions, they all worked together to describe a sensual geometry.

Coincidence and luck, the very elements that built this city. If the bench was a little narrower, Brian wouldn’t be able to kneel behind him. If it was a little higher, the mattress wouldn’t be at the perfect height to pillow David’s chest as he leaned over the bed.

They didn’t need a casino to get lucky in Vegas.

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Too Stupid for WordPress

I thought I was doing okay. With the help of friends like Hugh over at Hugh’s Views and News who has been kind enough to answer my tweets for help, I’ve muddled my way into a half-way decent blog. Or so I thought.

I was riding on a cloud of Me So Smart, until boom — the sky darkened and lightning knocked me on my ass.

Or, in words less theatric, I opened my blog from my phone and found that pictures were missing from some of my posts. I had no clue why. I had previewed the posts in question and the pictures were there. Now…gone! Urrgh! How had I screwed up?

You know this little screen, right?

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The WordPress media screen. It holds all the images you’ve added to your posts.

Sure, I know the screen, you know the screen, we all know the freaking screen. But …

Did you know that deleting pictures from this media screen also deletes them from your posts?

Of course you did — I didn’t.

Too stupid for WordPress 🙂

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Mistaken Identity

What’s in a name? Shakespeare notwithstanding, a whole hell of a lot.

Aimer Boyz is my pen name. It means To Love Boys. I thought it was a natural fit for someone who writes M/M romance, but I’m just now realizing as I write this that translated into English… it makes me sound like a pedophile. Crap. Crap. Crap.

Not only did I choose a rather questionable name,  but I compounded the error by deciding that a picture of two men kissing would be the perfect feature image for this blog. In my defense, I thought the picture said, “Hey, this is what I write.”

A picture, like any art form, speaks through the person who views it. While I thought the image of two men was a clear representation of my genre,  some visitors to my blog assumed it was a clear representation of me. Some were annoyed when they found out I was not who they thought I was.

I do not post my picture here, I do not use my real name. I’m not trying to deceive anyone, I merely want my words to stand on their own.

I apologize to anyone who might have felt duped. It was not my intention.

Tonight, I changed my feature image to something that is hopefully more innocuous. Obviously, I still have a lot to learn about blogging.

Please tell me I’m not the only one who’s screwed up 🙂

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First Year Anniversary

A year? I’ve been doing this for a year?

I’m not particularly good at it. I don’t post all that often. But I’m learning things everyday from blog posts written by people who do know what they’re doing. I’m “meeting” people that make me laugh, and think, and laugh.

In celebration and thanks I’m attaching a painting that makes me smile, hoping it will make you smile too.

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Love/Hate Challenge

I’d like to thank Oscar over at In So Many Words for inviting me to take this challenge.If you haven’t found his poetry yet, you’re missing out 🙂

The challenge requires a list of ten things I love and ten things I hate. Off the top of my head they would be:

Things I love

1. bubbles, preferably in a hot bath, but any bubbles will do.

2. convertible sports cars, no, a sunroof isn’t the same thing.

3. blue skies, puffy clouds, watermelon

4. The Acropolis in Athens, that first sight through the trees, magnificent, majestic, walking in footsteps of time itself.

5. New York, the very air has a pulse, every corner is a different world.

6. Wandering in a new place, not quite sure where you are, not quite lost, wonder on the next street.

7. Laughter

8. Rain on the roof

9. People who dare to be different, I mean really, how interesting are a bunch of sheep?

10. Berries topped with crème fraîche.

Things I hate

1. People spitting on the sidewalk, yuck!

2. When the internet goes down, total disaster mode!

3. Figuring out a new phone

4. Receiving lines at wedding receptions, absolute torture, I know like one person in line and I have to talk to all of you, ugh!

5. Being told that I’m talking too loud, a pet peeve, what can I say?, mother issues 🙂

6. Toes, don’t care how hot it is, I don’t have to see that.

7. People who are rude to, or even worse, yell at sales clerks and wait staff.

8. Olives, sardines, anything with it’s head still on; none of these belong on my plate.

9. Inequality, bigotry, ignorance; you know, the usual.

10. Snakes, anything slimy and crawly, ewh!

Now, I’m supposed to invite ten other bloggers to the challenge but, gosh, that’s a lot of work.  If anyone wants to get in on this challenge, consider yourself invited 🙂

One Lovely Blog Award

Thank you, Stephanie for nominating me for the One Lovely Blog Award. According to the rules I have to list 7 facts about myself and nominate 15 bloggers. Here goes 🙂

Seven interesting or not so interesting facts about me:

1. I’m 4’10” if I’m having a really wild hair day.

2. I have a lovely kitchen I never use.

3. There are a bunch of things I always meant to learn but never got around to like playing the piano, riding a horse, sailing…

4. I love to go; anywhere. Give me ten minutes to pack a bag and I’m on the next plane. (If you think it takes me ten minutes to pack, I’ve got bridge in New York I want to sell you 🙂

5. I drive a convertible which makes no sense in a city that only has top-down weather for six months of the year.

6. I have never in my life had a craving for healthy food.

7. I’m not good with angsty stuff. I don’t care how good the book or movie is, if it starts of with child or wife abuse count me out.

Nominations:

I’m sorry, I’ve thought about this and I’m just not going to nominate  15 bloggers who probably have better things to do than find 15 other bloggers to pass this along to.

I’m kind of new to the blogging thing but I’m starting to make connections with some interesting people and I don’t want to piss anyone off.

So, sorry, no nominations.

Liebster Award: Blog Nominations

I would like to thank A Smith’s World for nominating me for The Liebster Award!

For The Liebster Award, there are a few rules:

  1. Post the award on your blog.
  2. Thank the blogger who presented this award and link back to their blog.
  3. Write 5 random facts about yourself.
  4. Nominate 5 bloggers (they should have less than 300 followers)
  5. Answer 5 questions posted by the presenter and ask your nominees 5 questions. 

5 Random Facts About Myself:

  1.  I have to wear Dr. Marten’s shoes in a children’s size which is really frustrating because all the really great styles only come in adult sizes.
  2.  Over the years, I’ve taken classes in French, Spanish, Hebrew and Latin. I still can’t speak any of them.
  3.  I never drank coffee until last year.  Paris taught me to like lattes.
  4. I can’t remember song lyrics and that seriously screws up my shower renditions.
  5. I smile and say, “Hi” to dogs when I pass them on the street.

My Liebster Award nominations are:

  1. Fiction Flashbang
  2. Welcome to the New Age
  3. Write of Passage
  4. wanderingsufidotcom
  5. DarlingEssence

A Smith’s World’s questions to me:

  1. Who inspires you the most? Easy, Chris Colfer. He is so talented and so fearless. He made me think that maybe I could write too.
  2. If you had to save one thing from a burning building what would it be? The painting over my living-room couch. It makes me smile.
  3. What is your opinion on listening to music when writing? Nope, can’t do it. I need quiet. The lyrics in the songs pull me off focus.
  4. What was the name and plot of the first piece of writing you did? I don’t remember the title. It was so long ago and I never finished the story. It was a short story based on Star Trek.
  5. If you had the ability to change one thing from the past, would you and what would it be? I guess we all wish we had done some things differently but to actually go back and change anything if I could, no. I believe life is a tapestry, pull just one thread out and the whole picture changes.  Nope, I wouldn’t be willing to chance making things worse.

My Questions To You:

  1. If you could time travel, would you choose to visit the past or the future?
  2. Your dream house would have …. ?
  3. Was there any one catalyst that started you writing?
  4. What is the first movie you remember seeing?
  5. Does blogging take up a good chunk of your time?