I suppose this is both good and bad. Good because at least Grindr is checking for fake profiles. Bad because they flubbed this one up big time.
Pop star Will Young, perhaps best known for his stint on Strictly Come Dancing, decided he wanted to share his Grindr experiences with the world.
Basically, he’s been having a hard time dating guys.
Previously, the Pop Idol winner went an entire two years without having sex, which led him to try dating apps.
So he did what everyone else does. He got himself a Grindr account and posted a real pic. Only everyone thought it was a fake pic, flagged him, and Grindr deleted his account.
There's more here. I can understand this. I see "Parody" accounts all the time on Twitter and sometimes I'm not sure if they're real or not. And on social media in these modern times you are now guilty until proven innocent. Not the other way around.
Gay Sex Within the Vatican
If I hadn't been so shocked to accidentally find out that two gay guys we once knew, who were supposedly good friends of ours, were Catholic priests living double lives, this might make me wonder. But when you've been deceived, personally, by two guys you think are your good friends (for years) and they turn out to be a high profile Catholic bishop and monsignor, very little makes you wonder after that.
This just in: The Vatican has purportedly become a hotbed for homosexual activity since Pope Francis came along. At least according to one “top” Vatican official.
Here's the rest. I'm not commenting on this particular story at all. I'm only linking and passing along my own personal experience.
FREE Gay Fiction Excerpt Said With Care
For the past year or so I've only released PG rated gay romances with Ryan Field Press. Publishers only want erotic romance from me...highly explicit erotic gay romance. And I wanted to change it a little for readers and for myself. I love writing erotic gay romance. I always have. But I wanted to give my readers some new books that didn't have explicit sex scenes because I think readers want both, and no publisher would let me do that.
So I did it myself with my own press. I'm not slamming publishers for this either. They need to publish what they think is going to sell more books, which is understandable. Small presses seem to be shuttering all the time these days. And I need to indie publish what I think is best for my readers and my career. I fully intend to write more erotic gay romance in the future, and more PG rated gay romance books without explicit sex. And I hope to continue working with publishers who want my erotic gay romance novels. But change is nice, too.
With that said, here's an excerpt from my latest WIP titled, Said With Care. It's a PG rated gay romance with a few twists on the formula. I haven't even finalized the blurb yet, but I wanted to share a little excerpt right now. So please keep in mind this is all subject to change.
When Corbin Hadley returns to his family home for the holidays with the young woman he's planning to marry, he still identifies as straight. The fact that he was seeing a guy at school named Bruce was only a temporary phase, or so he thinks. Although he embraces his decisions willingly, he soon discovers his perfect heteronormative family has been keeping a few secrets from him all his life, especially his mom. And when the young woman Corbin is planning to marry accidentally discovers he's been keeping Bruce a secret from her, Corbin is forced to deal with a few realities he never thought he would have to address.
Said With Care Excerpt:
Corbin Hadley had unfinished business that could not be avoided. He was heading home for the Christmas holidays and he wanted to be out of the dorms by noon. He'd already packed his books, laptop, and most of his clothes and put them in the trunk of his girlfriend's car the night before so he'd have a few extra minutes that morning to deal with an important issue.
After he showered, he put on a pair of beige slacks, a white shirt with a button down collar, brown oxfords, and gray plaid sport jacket. He threw the rest of his essential belongings into a brown satchel and glanced around to make sure he hadn't left anything important behind. His girlfriend was picking him up out front in an hour and he didn't want to keep her waiting. It's not that she would have minded waiting. It's that he didn't want her to ask too many questions about why she had to wait.
This was a Thursday morning, damp and cold and desolate. It was the kind of morning that would have been perfect for a funeral. The halls in his dorm were nearly empty and he heard the sound of his own footsteps as he headed upstairs to the third floor. Almost everyone on campus had already left for the holidays and the strangers he passed didn't even look in his direction. He had a feeling those few students left had been the vegan protesters who'd marched on campus yesterday carrying solidarity signs for equal vegan rights.
As far as he knew, no one on campus was forcing anyone to eat red meat. Last he'd heard they were protesting because red meat frightened them and they wanted their own safe space to eat so they wouldn't be exposed to the horrors of red meat. He was glad he didn't know any of them. He'd worked hard to get into Villanova University and he barely had enough time for anything that didn't involve maintaining his grades so he wouldn't lose his scholarship. He also preferred being anonymous that morning, walking through the halls with students who knew nothing about him and knew nothing about why he was still on campus. He didn't have to be as careful as he would have been if the halls had been filled with people he knew.
When he reached the third floor, he headed to the fourth door on the right as he'd been doing all semester. He didn't knock and stand there waiting for someone to answer. He simply pulled a key attached to a red string out of his pocket and slipped it into the lock. He entered slowly and noticed the shades were still down. The only light came from inside the bathroom and he found it difficult to see anything other than an unmade twin bed and a pile of discarded clothes in the middle of the room.
He crossed to a wall with a built-in desk and set the key with the red string on top of a messy stack of books. As he turned to leave, a deep voice from the bathroom said, "Is that you, Corbin? Don't leave yet. I'll be right out."
He took a deep breath and exhaled. His face tightened and he said, "I don't have much time. I should go. I'm only returning the key. I left it on your books."
A tall, lean young man in his early twenties stepped out of the bathroom and stared in his direction. His dark hair was still wet and he only had a short towel wrapped around his lower waist. His chest muscles were shiny and the fuzzy dark hair on his legs was still pressed flat to his skin. "I just want to see you one more time, is all. It's Christmas. And we still have unfinished business. At least give me that."
Corbin looked down at his shoes. He didn't want to look directly at him. "Bruce, we've been through this before. I even wrote you a long letter. We both knew this day was coming and I think we need to be practical about it. As for that unfinished business, I'm not sure it's wise to go through with it as planned. We can't go on this way."
Bruce walked over to where he was standing and reached out to hold his hand. "Well, excuse me if it's not as simple for me as it is for you. I didn't think it would be this hard. You didn't have to return the key. You can keep it just in case."
Corbin didn't think it would be this hard either. He felt a sting in his eye and he took another deep breath. When he inhaled Bruce's scent he knew he'd used that spicy smelling body wash he always used when he showered. The scent of the body wash mixed with Bruce's natural scent was so distinct he turned his head to the side a little and started breathing through his mouth. He didn't want Bruce to know this was one of the hardest things he'd ever done in life so far. "We agreed that when the semester ended we'd stop all this. You know my position and I've been honest and up front with you. You also know I have a girlfriend now and we're planning to get engaged. You know that I'm not gay."
Bruce took another step forward and he let the towel around his waist fall. "I know that's what you tell yourself, and that's what you've been telling yourself for years. I also know you better than you think I do."
Corbin tried to step back but Bruce pulled him closer and put his arms around him. As he pressed his palms to Bruce's wet chest he said, "Let me go. I have to leave now. Don't make this more complicated than it has to be. This isn't easy for me either."
"Then don't go," Bruce said. He pulled him closer and held him even tighter. "Stay here with me and we'll figure something out. I don't want to lose you. I love you, and I know you love me."
It was too hard to resist. Corbin put his arms around his shoulders and rested his head against his chest. Just one more time; it couldn't hurt. "Don't say things like that. It's wrong. You never really had me in the first place. Whatever this was between us we both knew it would end. If anything, it's gone on for too long and I blame myself for that."
Bruce rubbed his back and said, "Are you sure about that? Are you that certain that you're willing to give up on us just like that?"
"This was a mistake," Corbin said. "I knew I shouldn't have come today. It's my fault."
"Why did you come?"
"I wanted to see you one last time, too. No, I had to see you one last time."
* * * *
About an hour later, Corbin climbed out of Bruce's unkempt bed and scrambled for his clothes. He'd left most of them near the front door and he had no idea what he’d done with his underwear. "I'm going to be so late now. She's probably out front waiting for me right now wondering what's wrong. What did you do with my underpants?"
Bruce sat up in bed and ran his fingers through his hair. His hair had dried naturally by then and had more waves than usual. While he reached down and removed the condom he'd just used on Corbin, he smiled and said, "Stop worrying so much. You'll be okay. It's not against the law to be a few minutes late. Your little princess will survive."
Corbin sent him a look and frowned at his misplaced sarcasm. He didn’t have time to worry about his underwear, so pulled up his pants and tucked his white shirt in so fast he left part of it sticking out of the front and didn't even realize it. He'd never known a day in his life when he hadn't worried, and he'd never once been sure he'd be okay. As he reached for his shoes and socks, he sat on a desk chair and said, "I really have to go now. Please don't make this difficult."
Bruce climbed out of bed and smiled. He lifted both arms up high and said, "I'm not going to say a word. I don't want to freak you out any more than you already are. I'm just glad you came here this morning and I got a chance to give you a Christmas present you'll remember."
In spite of himself, Corbin shook his head and laughed. They shared a brand of passion only the best lovers ever experience in life. The fact that they were such opposites in bed made them even more compatible. "Don't be so smug about it. I should have more self-control. I should be able to say no to you. I should be able to at least keep track of where I left my underwear in a guy's dorm. This is my problem in life. And why are you being so quiet right now? I've never seen you at a loss for words."
Bruce shrugged. He was standing in the middle of the room naked and watching every move Corbin made. "What can I say to you right now? Calm down? The last time I told you to calm down you threw a book at me. Good thing I ducked. I learned my lesson and I'm careful now."
Corbin flung him a sharp look. "If you keep it up I'll throw another book and this time I won't miss."
Bruce walked over to where he was sitting. "I just don't want to say anything that's going to freak you out any more than you already are. There are no hidden meanings. I don't want you leaving on bad terms. I love you too much for that. And you promised me that we'd do that one thing together. That's all I'm asking, and then we never have to see each other again. Just think about it."
Corbin stood up and looked into his eyes. He rested his palms and his chest and said, "I don't want to leave on bad terms either, but I really do have to leave now. I'll think about the other thing. I'm not sure right now. My gut tells me not to do it."
"I know it's complicated," Bruce said. "I've never made things difficult for you before and I'm not going to do that now. I understand." Then he grabbed him by the waist, kissed him goodbye one last time, and patted him on the buttocks.
As he turned to leave, Corbin threw his satchel over his shoulder and headed for the door. He reached for the handle and asked, "We're good, right?"
Bruce nodded. "We're good. When will I see you again? When will you let me know about our plans to do that one little thing I want to do?"
"I don't know. I have to think about it. I'll text you. You know I think it's best we don't see each other again…for both of us."
"I disagree, and I know you don't mean that. Besides, I just want to finish what we started and after that if you never want to see me again, that's fine."
Corbin hesitated for a moment. He'd promised to do something with Bruce on New Year’s Eve and now he was regretting it. All he wanted to do at that moment was run back and fall into his arms again. No other human being on the planet knew him as well as Bruce. "I'll text you and we'll talk about it. Is that okay for right now?"
"If that's what it takes, I'll wait," Bruce said. He spoke evenly, without any emotion, as if he knew something Corbin didn't know and he wasn't ready to reveal it yet.
Then they exchanged a quick smile and Corbin left his room without looking back. He was glad Bruce hadn't been too emotional because it only would have made things more difficult for both of them. At that moment, he wasn't sure about anything other than the fact that he had to rush downstairs to meet the girl he was planning to marry. He didn't have time to think about what he'd just done in a guy's dorm, or what he was about to do. Even if there had been time, he wasn't ready to deal with any of those emotions. He'd kept them so deeply hidden all his life he'd learned how to function through discipline and self-control. He was so good at hiding who he was no one who knew him would ever have guessed he'd just climbed out of another man's bed, and that the same man had just spent the last hour on top of him.
When he reached the front entrance he found Angela waiting with the motor of her brand new BMW running. It had begun to drizzle and the cold, damp mist felt good against his warm face. He was glad it was raining now; it felt right. He climbed inside, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "I'm sorry I'm late. I'm an idiot. I overslept this morning."
She sent him a glance and smiled. "I can see that. You look as if you just climbed out of bed."
She laughed. "Your hair's all over the place, your shirt is hanging out of your pants, and you smell as if you covered yourself in cheap cologne."
He stared out the windshield and started tucking his shirt into his pants. He had trouble looking into her eyes. "It's a new body wash I tried. I won't use it again if you don't like it." He smelled like Bruce, as if he'd just climbed out of Bruce's bed, which made his heart beat a little faster.
He lowered the visor to fix his messy brown hair in the mirror and Angela said, "It's not bad. I don't hate it. It's just different and I’m not used to it. You hardly ever wear cologne at all."
"I left it in my dorm," he said. "I probably won't use it again for a while." Even though he knew it was impossible for her to guess that he'd just had sex with Bruce, he still felt so paranoid his stomach ached a little. It wasn't a pain. It was more of a dull, pulsing ache in the pit of his gut.
She slipped the car into gear and smiled. "Did you return everything to your friend this morning?"
"Did I what?" He was still trying to get his hair back into place. Bruce had tugged and pulled on it so much it was sticking up in the back.
"You said you couldn't leave before noon today because you had to return a few things to a friend of yours." She laughed, as though she found his absent-mindedness amusing.
He'd almost forgotten that was the excuse he'd used for not leaving earlier so he could say goodbye to Bruce. All of a sudden he felt warm. "Oh, yes. I did return everything."
She headed toward the main road and said, "Great. One less thing to worry about. I'm sure that's a relief."
He glanced out the window and looked up at the dark gray sky. "Yes it is." The ache in his gut began to subside and he started to compartmentalize what he'd just done with Bruce in the back of his mind. He dismissed spreading his legs and letting Bruce climb on top of him. He forgot about the things he'd done to Bruce. He was so used to separating his two different lives when he was with Angela he didn't even have to force himself anymore.
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