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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Made Me Laugh

I’m the worst blogger ever, or the best, depending on your point of view. I barely get out one post a month but I don’t clog up your phone with emails. You’re welcome.

There is a germ of an idea for a poem floating somewhere behind my eyes and I may get to it but for right now, I want to share this:

“I need to make a salad… an impressive salad, a really impressive salad.”
“Oh, I see, you need a ‘let’s do it on the kitchen table right now’ salad.”
“They have those?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely they do. How about pear and Roquefort with a honey and ginger dressing?”
“That’s a sex salad, is it?”
“It’s a salad. It doesn’t need a safeword.”

Above excerpt from the genius of Alexis Hall’s Glitterland.

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