Milo’s Gardens

Milo’s Gardens


One of the unique aspects of Milo’s personality is his love of gardening.  When Milo and Liam were first together in their Rumson house they would spend early mornings with Milo working in the garden and Liam playing the acoustic guitar.  

The first thing that Liam notices about Milo’s new home in New Mexico was the beautiful gardens.  Each level of his multi-terraced home had a garden.  It was in one of the gardens that Liam found his bench and knew for certain Milo still loved him.

Another thing that Liam noticed was the new sophistication combined with planning and intense beauty of Milo’s property.  This time Milo had tried to please the eye of the observer of his masterpiece rather than Milo’s own.

When I arrived in New Mexico from New Jersey two years ago, I was impressed by the beauty of high desert garden, especially the rose gardens which seem to grow especially well in the Albuquerque and Santa Fe areas.  The gardens of these two cities inspired me to make gardens such an intricate aspect of Milo’s personality.  It was another way for him to express his creativity and also to show his love.




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Ethnic Cleansing…


Ethnic Cleansing…
Normally I talk about my books in my blog and on my website.  Today, I have something else to say.  According to Wikipedia, Ethnic Cleansing peaked in Serbia in 1995, fifteen years ago.  I remember people talking in coffee shops and diners, appalled that such bigotry, prejudice and rage could fester in modern times.  Thank God, it could never happen here they said.
Fast forward fifteen years…I sat and watched the Television tonight.  I watched an American Congressman tell me that we are a “Christian” nation.  A  demagogue who claims to be both a newsperson and to channel  the lord tell us that some of our citizens who are not Christian have no right to build their churches or worship their God.  I watched a madmen, encouraged by the rhetoric of these men being charged with the attempted murder of a cab driver who did nothing but admit to being a Muslim.  Where is our outrage? Where is the defense of first amendment rights?  Where are the people who pointed their finger at the Serbians and cried “Shame.?”
The founding father deliberately framed the Constitution of the United States to entitle all of its citizens to freedom of religion.  That means, Christian (all denominations), Jews, Buddhists, Wiccan, Druids, Agnostics, Atheists, and yes, Muslims and every other kind of religion that people practiced in their home or in a organized group.
Now we have a group of politicians, the Republican Party, combined with a manipulative cohorts of so-called press who are, in reality, the worst practitioners yellow journalism since Hearst started the Spanish-American War, duping the American public into believing that full blown racial and religious hatred, in other words, ethnic cleansing, was the intention of our founding fathers.
I really believe in my country.  I have seen us make real mistakes, yet I have seen us admit them, recover from them and apologize for them.  But this time, I’m worried.  I’m afraid that the country that I love will be turned into an American Version of Nazi, Germany.  Right now they are bashing Muslims, Gays, and Hispanics.  Who is next…Jews, Gypsies, Catholics?  People who do not read history are doomed to repeat it said a wiseman.  I’m beginning to think my fellow citizens haven’t read their history.
If, in November, you forget that Hitler started his campaign of genocide by gathering votes for a party who promised the same thing the Republicans are promising now, an Aryan, Christian nation please remember that Europe thought that the cultured, civilized Germans would never walk his path.
Anyone who promises you rights or privilege at the expense of other’s rights or privileges could turn on you next.
If you believe in our country as it was really founded, please think and pass this on.
AC KATT

The Use of Conflict in Gay Romance

Conflict in Writing Romance

The use of conflict in writing a romance novel is essential.  Without conflict, there is no plot.  Plots are made up of obstacles which the characters must overcome to find the HEA.   There are several types of conflict.  In brief they can be:


  • ·         An actual state of war as existed in my novel The Sarran Plague in which the Sarrans were fighting the insectoid menace, the Zyptz.
  • ·         A state of disharmony between incompatible or antithetical persons, ideas, or interest that clash.  In Shattered Glass, the replacement drummer, Brad, hated Liam, one of the main protagonists.
  • ·         Psychology – a psychic struggle, often unconscious, resulting for the simultaneous functioning of mutually exclusive impulses, desires or tendencies. In Shattered Glass, Milo has conflicted desires.  He loves and wants Liam but is inwardly at war with his homosexuality and does not want to leave the closet and live an openly gay life.

These types of situations move a novel forward.  Conflict, then resolution is what brings suspense, intrigue, the hopelessness of doomed romance, all to be resolved somewhere in the plotline by the writer.


In any novel as well as in life, there is major conflict and minor conflict.  Who gets control of the remote can set up a comic scene but doesn’t move the plot unless it shows the symptoms of a serious underlying problem.


In GLBT novels, especially those set in contemporary and historical time periods there is a black cloud of disharmony that provides essential conflict, an overriding battle without arms.  That battle is bigotry and prejudice.  Whether it is Milo’s fear that the band, Shattered Glass will not sell records if the fans know that some of the members are gay, or the gay bashing of Brian Murphy in A Matter of Trust that puts him in the hospital this compelling theme shades every GLBT novel written.


One of the reasons I write GLBT novels is because I believe in the equality of all human beings under the law.  I despise prejudice and ignorant bigotry.  If one of my novels is able to move someone to understand that love comes in relationships, gay or straight and that it is something to be respected, not distained, because it is precious, then I feel I have accomplished something in this lifetime.  Knowledge fights the bigotry that ignorance breeds.  All citizens are equal under the law and no gay couple should have to beg for what is guaranteed to them by the United States Constitution.  Until that happens, I’ll be writing GLBT novels in hope that someone out there “gets it.”


Research for this article came from the Websites I Speak of Dreams – The Uses of Conflict  and Hub Pages – The Use of Conflict in Novel Writing 71.


To find out more about me and my books,  please visit my website, www.ackatt.com and my blog at www.ackattsjournal.blogspot.com. I love to hear from my readers.  I can be contacted by leaving comments on my webpage and blog or by writing me directly at ackatt@ackatt.com.


Shattered Glass is available from Captiva Press at www.captivapress.com.  A Matter of Trust   is available from XOXO Publishing at www.xoxopublishing.com and The Sarran Plague will be re-released by Captiva Press in the fall of this year.

A Review of Shattered Glass

I would like to share the review of Shattered Glass from Night Owl Romance…

Shattered Glass


Author: AC Katt
Genre: GLBTQ

Reviewed by: Daisiemae

Shattered Glass by A.C. Katt is going to be a very hard book to review and rate. I actually finished this book a couple of days ago, and I wanted to step back from it for a while so I could gather my thoughts together for this review. Honestly, I still have conflicting opinions when I think about this book.

If you are looking for a light read, Shattered Glass is not the book for you. It deals with some heavy issues that we all can relate to a rock and roll lifestyle and much more. There is drug and alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, characters dealing with death of their parents at a young age, an attempted suicide and a rape. I admit, I cried several times throughout this book. It definitely pulled at my heartstrings, and there were several times I had to take a break from reading the book for a few moments and then come back to it later.

Please don’t get me wrong, this book is a very good book. Even though one of the characters, Liam, goes through so much in his young life, I really rallied behind him and was in awe of his inner strength and the self discovery and growth that he goes through. Although this book is really about all of the band members of Shattered Glass, in my opinion, it was Liam that captured my heart in the novel.
Liam is just six years old when he meets Milo and Sam. Liam’s father had just died in a horrible accident and he and his mother, Lily, had just moved into the same neighborhood that Milo and Sam live in. After befriending Liam’s mother, Milo immediately takes the young and effeminate Liam under his wing even though he’s six years older than him.

As the years go by, Milo continues to look out and protect the young Liam. When Milo, Sam and Sam’s younger brother Rick decide to form a band six years later, they have a hard time finding a lead singer. Liam convinces the boys to let him try out, and once Milo and the other band members hear Liam’s beautiful voice, Shattered Glass is born.

As the next few years pass, several things happen. Liam’s mother, Lily, gets terminal cancer and signs guardianship of Liam under Milo’s care. As Milo and Liam become more attached to one another, Milo starts to feel guilty because of his deep love and attraction to the younger Liam, so he had sex with every female groupie he comes across. To make matters worse, Milo is firmly in the closet and has no intentions of ever leaving it. Milo’s father hated homosexuals and because of the venom his father would spew about them, Milo has learned to live in fear of being true about his sexuality to others.

Finally, when Liam is about to turn eighteen, Milo decides to tell Liam how he feels about him. Liam, of course, is thrilled that Milo wants him as much as he wants Milo. They wait until Liam’s eighteenth birthday, and they make love for the first time. Although they live together and have a relationship, they still are in the closet to everyone who is outside of the band. Milo’s fear of what others will think of his sexuality taints the love he and Liam have for each other.

As the years go by, a band member does everything he can to sabotage their relationship. Finally, lack of communication and hurt feelings, break Milo and Liam apart and this also breaks the band apart, too. Now years later, Milo and Liam must meet again to help a fellow band member out. Will they ever be able to find their way back together again?

Believe me; I left a lot out of the story. I didn’t want to get into it my summary too much, because I don’t want to give anything away. I will say that Liam goes through hell and back in his book. At one point, I wondered how much more could he take? I felt such empathy for him and rallied behind him to come out stronger in the end. Thankfully, he does, and I ended up rejoicing at Liam’s sheer will and perseverance to survive and become a better and stronger man than he was before the horrible breakup with Milo.

I had some issues with Milo. At the beginning of the book, Milo is very mature for his age. I was happy that he took Liam under his wing. I really liked him and Liam together as lovers and friends. There were times their relationship was very tender and sweet and I loved it. But, Milo has a temper and is one to jump to conclusions. Often, his actions cause him to cut off his nose to spite his face. He too, does a lot of personal growth throughout the book, but I’m not sure if he will ever look at Liam as an equal. Because he had protected him all those years, and because of the six year age difference, Milo is pretty dominating over Liam and I don’t know if that dynamic of their relationship will ever really change between them.

Even though this book is a rollercoaster ride of happiness and tons of angst, I still enjoyed reading it. The brotherly love that most of the band has for one another was very poignant and sweet at times. I enjoyed watching every character in the book grow up and evolve into the people they became.

Also, before each chapter there is a verse or two of the band’s songs. Some of the songs were truly beautiful and they definitely captured the love Milo and Liam had between them. These songs read as lovely as any poem. I really loved them.

I’m going to recommend this book because it’s extremely well written.  I know because of the drugs, rape and other heavy subject manner, that this book isn’t going to be for everyone. That’s a shame, because it definitely caught my attention and has held onto it. Even now, days later, the characters and their story (especially Liam) weigh heavily on my mind.

When you are in the mood for heavy angst, complex characters and to read about a love that is strong enough to preserver through many of life’s ups and downs; this book is definitely for you.

A.C. Katt has a very interesting website. There is even a Shattered Glass video for our viewing pleasure. I’m looking forward to reading more by this author, and I plan on keeping tissues handy next time I start one of her books! Here is the link to check out A.C. Katt’s website: http://www.ackatt.com/

Realism in Contemporary Gay Romance


In my latest novel, Shattered Glass, my subject was the world of rock music. I chose to portray the gritty underbelly of the music scene.


I deliberately made the choice to describe the rock scene highlighting both the highs of performing for large crowds of adoring fans and the lows of the predominance of alcohol and drugs. So many of our rock heroes have fallen into the pit of drug and alcohol abuse and lost their music as well as their lives because of their excess.

Jimmy Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Michael Jackson, Elvis and Kurt Cobain all succumbed to the lure of drugs and lost their lives as a result. The temptations exist, if I did not des
cribe those temptations and the results they bring to those who are willingly or unwillingly drawn into abuse, I would not have written a realistic account of the life. In Shattered Glass, one of the band members is a dealer, another becomes addicted and a third is unknowingly dosed with a horrific result.

I also wrote a substantial amount of profanity into the dialog. If you listen to contemporary music, you find it filled with words that are not considered polite or acceptable in “good company.” These are facts

not fiction and to ignore the reality of the world I chose as a background for my story would be, essentially, ignoring the reality of the subject matter.

In Shattered Glass, Liam is an innocent when he enters the world of recording and performing rock music. He depends on Milo, first as his gu
ardian, and later as his lover, to see him through the rocky schools of the music scene. When he and Milo are forced apart, Liam, through the malice of an enemy is drugged and raped. The rape takes place off scene and is not described. However, the reality of drugged drinks, date rape and the feelings of self-hatred are described accurately.

The book describes a love affair shattered by lies and deception. The ending is HEA. However the in-between is both gritty and realistic. Shattered Glass is an honest novel and I don’t think I could gloss over the downside of the music business and still write characters that deal with live as it is rather than life as we wish it to be. My characters overcome the pitfalls and become stronger for their experiences.


It would be nice to think that all musicians, especially the great ones, can hold themselves above the dangers of the lifestyle. Some can, some can’t. The truly great are those who walk through the fire and become cleansed instead of burned. These are the heroes, the ones who face adversity and temptation and overcome it. I chose reality over fantasy and I’m not sorry
I did.

For those of you who like their romance flavored with a realistic portrayal of the world as it is; who want to see characters in true-to-life situations, I hope you decide to read this novel. If you prefer your romance not to reflect real life human frailty, Shattered Glass is not for you.

Shattered Glass is available from Captiva Press at www.captivapress.com. You can learn more about this book and my other endeavors at www.ackatt.com.

If you have a comment on this blog, my books, or anything else, I would like to hear from you at ackatt@ackatt.com. I will answer every comment personally and appreciate your interest.

The First Song…Lover’s Suite

The first song…Lover’s Suite

Turn around. look at me
Know that I’m in love with you
Waiting for the time you see
That you can be in love with me

It’s way too early to feel this way
But I need you to let me stay
Until the day you see me
The lover who will set you free

My lover and my friend
I am yours til the end
Of time, or eternity
What a night bright with heat
When our bodies finally meet

I will sing this song to you
And finally you will know
That I love you so
And I’ll never let you go
Too far away from me



The first song that Liam arranged for Milo was a cover of the Johnny Bochoi’s Lover’s Suite. He gave it as a gift for Milo’s eighteenth birthday. Liam was only twelve, yet he knew, even then that Milo was his life long love. When they parted neither of them could listen to that music without tears. When they met after six years apart, occupying suites separated only by connecting door. Milo stood on the other side of the door.

With the music came the memories, whispered words of love and the electric sensuality thatflowed between them, building to Milo’s possession of his body.
He pulled down his sweat pants and took out his cock. He stroked it in time to the music, remembering Milo’s hands and mouth as they moved over his eager body. The absolute joy of thosemoments seemed almost worth all the pain that followed. It didn’t take long for his body to absorb themusic and the knowledge that the object of all of his desire laid just a door away. That thought made Liam cum in his own hand. He lay quietly, remembering what they had both thrown away. The feel, the touch and taste of the love he lost was always with him. Tears streakeddown his face to his mouth.

Shattered Glass is available from Captiva Press atwww.captivapress.com. If you wish to know more about AC Katt, Shattered Glass or her other work, visit her website atwww.ackatt.comorwww.shattered-glass.com.


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Cheats…


Milo’s Dilemma

If only it was as obvious as an ace in your pocket, cheating, that is. How do you have faith in your partner when you lack faith in yourself? How many times do you tell yourself, it isn’t true? He wouldn’t do that to me, while the devil whispers…he could. He had opportunity, you are enough of a prick to give him motive…and the devil says he saw him.
In Shattered Glass, Milo Stamis has to decide whether or not to believe his lover, or his friend.
He makes the wrong choice. Milo, like so many of us when confronted by possibly cheating lover, could-be lying friend, are faced with the choice to believe or disbelieve. The choice we make tells a lot about our personality. Milo was ashamed of who and what he was. He hid his true identity. Because he hid his true self from everyone, it was easy for him to fall into the trap of believing that Liam could do the same.


Rick Stein knew his friend had lied to him before, many times. However Rick chose to believe the lies because the lies gave Rick convenient cover for actions that in reality, without pretending to believe the lie, he knew would bring people he cared about into harm’s way. For Milo, lies were the enemy, for Rick, they were a friend offering false comfort and cover.

How do you know who to believe? I’ve guessed wrong more than once. But I can give you an old adage my Grams taught me on her knee, “Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.”

Both Milo and Rick should have listened to their grandmothers..

Shattered Glass is available from Captiva Press at www.captivapress.com and in Kindle format at Amazon.com. For additional information on AC Katt or Shattered Glass, go to www.ackatt.com or www.shattered-glass.com.






Above all Shattered Glass is a love story…

Shattered Glass as a novel is classified as Romantic Intrigue. It has all the classic elements, an unknown enemy, lies, treachery, but above all, it is a classic romance where two lovers are torn apart by treacherous forces and have to find their way back to one another.

Milo eschewed the colors of the ocean. The ocean belonged to Liam, and that reminder brought pain. Milo claimed the mountains and high desert country. Liam was his sun. Without him, Milo’s subconscious sought him everywhere. He knew why Conchita laughed. His furniture, the door, the garden, the ocean room, all done for a man he supposedly despised. He was such a fool.

He sat holding the brandy glass in his chair, his erection straining against the soft cloth of the light drawstring pants. Liam never lied to him, never cheated. Everyone’s pain—Liam’s, Sam’s, and Rick’s, as well as his own—lay wholly on his head. He now solely

owned the title of the asshole who’d torn his own beating heart out of his chest because he possessed too much pride to listen and too little self-respect to believe.

Milo’s soul needed music. He flipped the switch that turned on the CD player. It started to play the song he’d listened to throughout last night. Liam’s clear tenor came in right after his. “Turn around… The song that was Liam’s first gift followed by the greater gift of his virginity. Even on that night, Milo couldn’t form the words “I love you.”

Milo heard a noise, a thud from Liam’s suite. It shook him from his reverie. The song played in an endless loop. He felt as if Liam called his name. The door drew him. The suites connected. Liam stood somewhere on the other side, physically accessible for the first time in over six years. He held the key in his hand. His baby sat somewhere on the other side of the door.

Milo couldn’t think anymore, his body filled with emotions he didn’t want to feel. Oh Lord, I know I promised, but how can I let him go? How will he ever know how much I love him, if I don’t tell him? Even if he walks, now, tonight, at least for once in my goddamned life, I will have stopped hiding who and what I am and what I really feel. I’ve got to tell him now, while I have the courage.

His body pressed against the door as his own memories of kisses both sweet and hot, made his cock leak. He grabbed it and pulled, imagining the touch of Liam’s hand rather than his own.

Liam and Milo are meant for each other. But how do they find their way back to love from six years and twelve hundred miles apart. Can they overcome the lies? The stalker? Find out the full story in Shattered Glass, available from Captiva Press at www.captivapress.com or visit my website at www.ackatt.com.

Location Location Location


Shattered Glass – Location, Location, Location

When a realtor is trying to sell you a house he says that the three most important things to consider are: location, location and location. Location is just as important in a novel. The setting of a novel should be as fully described as the characters. In Shattered Glass, there are two primary locations for the novel. The first is the Jersey Shore. Liam is a child of water. He loves the ocean, the waves, sand and beach.

When Milo and Liam part ways, Milo wants to go as far away from anything that reminds him of Liam as he can get. Driving aimlessly through the United States, Milo comes upon the Sandia Mountains of New Mexico. Their beauty leave him breathless. Although it is as different from the Jersey Shore as it can be, Milo finds some peace in the home and garden he makes for himself in New Mexico. When Liam is forced to join him there to write a song for Rick, Liam also falls in love with the Sandias.

Milo’s home is built into the side of the foothills with numerous terraced gardens where he can tend his beloved flowers, but even his garden can not replace Liam. Here is an excerpt from the novel where Liam finds something he didn’t expect wandering through Liam’s New Mexican garden.

Outside of the bedroom suites, he saw strolling paths, which branched off into private arbors. He stepped off the balcony onto one of the slate pathways. A security guard startled him, but not before he noticed the tulips, daffodils, and snow crocus in full bloom, along with lilies of the valley and some native plants he could not name. Liam figured Sam must have arrived because the security was out in full force. He felt safe for the first time in what seemed like forever. He nodded to the guard and continued fifty feet down the path when he saw something that stopped him cold. There sat their bench from the Red Bank Antiques Center, displayed prominently

Liam walked up to it and noticed something different about it. A small gold plaque on the back read Liam’s bench. Liam sat and started to cry. Every time he thought he had no tears left, Milo managed to pull out some more. Happy tears though, this time.

If you would like to find out more about Liam and Milo, Shattered Glass is available from Captiva Press at www.captivapress.com and on the buy link from www.shattered-glass.com.

Shattered Glass – The Band


















Shattered Glass

The biographies of the members of the mega band Shattered Glass as portrayed in the book, Shattered Glass, by AC Katt.


Milo Stamis was the founder and leader of the band, Shattered Glass. He admitted to his best friend, Sam Stein, that he was gay, at the age of twelve , the day before he met Liam O’Shea.

The band practiced in Sam’s garage with the original singer “Mike the Deserter.” On Milo eighteenth birthday, Mike left the band and Liam volunteered to take his place. Liam, although six years younger than Milo, seduced the band with his voice and from that time on, Liam became the lead singer of Shattered Glass.




Liam O’Shea met Milo Stamis at the age of six. He moved to Hazlet with his mother, Lily, after an auto accident killed his father, Frank. Liam felt an instant connection to Milo as soon as they met. Milo, Sam and Rick let Liam follow them around in the position of adopted kid brother for six years until he replaced Mike as the lead singer. Liam was a brilliant musician and composer and impressed the band with his rendition of Johnny Borchoi’s Turn Around, which he re-arranged for two voices as a gift for Milo on his eighteenth birthday. After Lily died of cancer, Milo became Liam’s Guardian until Liam turned eighteen.





Rick Stein is the younger brother of Milo’s best friend, Sam. Rick was a talented bass guitar player and was an original member of the band. Originally, Rick was one of Liam’s strongest supporters in Shattered Glass until he acquired an expensive drug habit. Rick was responsible for bringing Bart Hedge into the band to replace his brother, Sam, when Sam elected to take the bar exam and become an attorney rather than continue as Shattered Glass’ drummer.







Sam Stein was Milo’s best friend and the original drummer for Shattered Glass. Sam was Shattered Glass’ drummer. He left the band after its first hit album to become an entertainment lawyer. Sam remained with Shattered Glass as their manager and lawyer. When the band broke up, Sam remained the one contact that all of the concerned parties trusted.








Bart Hedge met Rick Stein and became his friend and drug dealer. He was the drummer in the house band of the local bar, Lucky’s. When it became clear that Sam was leaving Shattered Glass, Rick asked his friend to audition for Sam’s spot as the drummer. Bart deliberately hooked Rick on hard drugs and used Rick’s addiction for his own purposes. Bart hates Liam and is out to destroy him.







Read the story of the band in AC Katt’s Shattered Glass, available from Captiva Press at www.captivapress.com. For additional information visit AC’s website at www.ackatt.com or the Shattered Glass website at www.shattered-glass.com.

Release Party for Shattered Glass

Shattered Glass Book Trailer

Here is the book trailer for my June 30th release from www.captivapress.com, Shattered Glass.

How did you think of that?


Shattered Glass

Where do you get your story ideas?” Is the first question most people ask a writer. My answer is, “It’s a process,” which probably annoys the hell out of whom ever asked the question. I give this answer because to explain how the idea for a story jelled would, at most times, fascinate another writer, but bore the reader to tears. However, since you have asked so many times, if not me,

someone else, I will attempt to give you insight into how I get an idea for a story.

My husband and I were in Asbury Park, New Jersey. Asbury is a New Jersey Shore town that grew seedy in the seventies. Once, it was one of the hot spots at the Jersey Shore. They still

have a beautiful beach and the Clean Water Act along with the help of multiple environmental groups have worked hard to make the water as inviting as it was back when. The town was financially troubled and never recovered from riots in the seventies or series of disastrous, promise long—cash short developers.

Late in the nineties, a new group of residents began to move into the town. They weren’t concerned about schools, they had disposable incomes and the means to set up small businesses and the clientele to support them—they were gay. By the summer of 2007, they established themselves as permanent residents of Asbury Park, welcomed by the town as a tax paying

minority group who improved property and enlarged the tax base.

Along Cookman Avenue the once fashionable shopping district, boarded up storefronts reopened and turned into galleries, smart restaurants, and trendy boutiques. This brought back business from the straight citizens of the surrounding towns and slowly but surely, Asbury Park was turning chic. We used to go visit the boardwalk just to walk by the ocean on a regular basis.

After our walk along the boards, we usually strolled down Cookman Avenue to see what was new or to find somewhere for lunch. That day we found a cute little eatery that was doing a bustling brunch business. We stopped and ate. Throughout the restaurant were paintings on the walls from the local galleries. The one just behind my husband’s head caught my attention; indeed, I could say it caught my imagination. It was a poignant study of a young man’s face. The artist put it that indefinable something extra into the portrait. The young man’s eyes held the weight of the world. He was frightened, yet quietly resigned to something. I knew I had to have that painting. My husband sat through lunch watching me stare at a point somewhere above his left ear. When he asked me a question for the third time, he finally said in exasperation, “Where are you?”

“Look on the wall in back of you,” I answered. All of a sudden, he was as caught up in the painting as I was. We discretely checked

the name of the gallery on the tag and to our delight; it was only two doors away. We were there as soon as we paid our check. The owner of the gallery told us that their resident artist had done the painting on a board during his student days. He had painted it from a photograph. The compelling young man in the photo was Syd Barrett of Pink Floyd. I did not care who he was. I wanted the portrait. Leaving my husband to settle the details, I went to study my latest acquisition and after about fifteen minutes, I knew there was a story in that picture and it was not Syd’s story. However, I still did

not know whose story it was. He was a rocker, from sometime in the late eighties to the early nineties, but I had no plot, just a face. I brought the painting home and wrapped it carefully. We were in the middle of packing up and moving from New Jersey to New Mexico primarily for my health. I have a joint disease that thrives in the humidity of the Jersey Shore, but dies in the high desert.

When we unpacked, I put my painting of Syd Barrett right across from the chair in my office where I usually sat while I wrote. I finished The Sarran Plague and was in the process of editing it for publication. The radio was on and Jon Bon Jovi’s Make a Memory came on the radio. I absently listened to the song while doing my edits but my subconscious mind heard something that my ear did not. The next time I heard the song, I was in the car and my husband was driving. I could to listen carefully to the lyrics. Syd’s painting now had a story. With a little bit of imagination and an application of my particular writing niche the song became Shattered

Glass, a work in progress.

Here is my blurb for the story— Milo of mega band, Shattered Glass, must write one last song with former lover and lead singer, Liam O’Shea after six years apart. Can they overcome a stalker and the lies that separated them?

I’m sure that this was not quite the story Jon Bon Jovi had in mind when he wrote the song. However, my painting of a young man who turned out to be Syd Barrett, the founder of the band, Pink Floyd, coupled with a song from Bon Jovi and my move from the Jersey Shore to New Mexico gave me a book, Shattered Glass. Shattered Glass will be available from Captiva Press at www.captivapress.com at the end of June.

Oh, and by the way, I located the photo from which the artist painted my painting. He is a very talented young man. The photo said nothing. The painting said everything.


Discrimination in the Workplace


Gay Discrimination in the Workplace

Stressed Worker

In my book, A Matter of Trust, Brian Murphy is employed by Drummond Realty, which is touted as a gay-friendly environment. He finds out quickly that although the owner of the firm, Donald Drummond, is gay, the company policy against discrimination doesn’t trickle down to the trenches. Hired to work in the Information Technology Division, Brian finds himself relegated to the Mailroom after a run-in with an administrative assistant with a boss distracted by a messy divorce.

Brian’s situation is not uncommon. According to an article by Bruce Mirken for Consumer Health Interactive, one-quarter to two thirds of lesbian, gay and bisexual people have lost jobs or been denied promotions because of their sexual orientation. Gay workers earn less money than their equally educated counterparts.

Discrimination can take place subtly or overtly. In A Matter of Trust, Brian faces both overt and covert hostility. Mirken article states, “promotions…mysteriously go to less-qualified employees or a constant barrage of insults and antigay jokes that create a hostile, threatening atmosphere” are just some of the forms that homosexual bias can take.

Unfortunately that bias can extend to men or women whose “supervisors or co-workers believe he or she is gay,” even when their assumption is wrong. This kind of behavioral bias in the workplace is not illegal under present federal law. Gender discrimination is currently illegal in California, Colorado, Connecticut, Hawaii, Illinois, Iowa, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Minnesota, Nevada, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, Oregon, Rhode Island, Vermont, Washington, and Wisconsin. Delaware, Indiana, Michigan, Montana, and Pennsylvania protect against discrimination in public workplaces only. In the rest of the United States, if you are gay or lesbian, you are at risk unless your local municipality has and enforces anti-discrimination laws.

The Employment Non-Discrimination Act (ENDA), S.1284/H.R. 2692 is pending federal legislation that would make it illegal to discriminate against an employee because of sexual orientation including hiring, firing, promotion, compensation, and most terms and conditions of employment. It would also protect workers from retaliation for reporting such discrimination to the authorities. ENDA is structured in the same manner as Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, which is the law that prevents discrimination against race, gender, or national origin and would be enforced in the same manner.

To live a decent life in the United States of America, you must be able to work. Discrimination in the workplace prevents a citizen from living a normal, decent life. As a country, we owe it to ourselves and the gay citizens among us to encourage our Congressmen and Senators to vote for ENDA to give true meaning to the phrase “liberty and justice for all.”

A Matter of Trust is available from XOXO publishing at www.xoxopublishing.com

What’s New!

I have two new releases that will be published in 2010. The first, A Matter of Trust, is available now from XOXOpublishing.com. It is a light BDS&M story about a man who has everything but realizes he has nothing without love.
My second release is from Captiva Press and will be available sometime in July or August. It is Shattered Glass, the chronicle of a mega rock and roll band and the love between Milo and Liam, the composer and the lyricist. More about Shattered Glass in the next weeks.
In the meantime here is a snippet from A Matter of Trust.

Drawer 67


Antonio thought he was clever, but was in truth foolish, gullible and vain. He left Trenton and Bear for the bright lights of the Big Apple. Six months later, Bear received a call from the Sixth Precinct of the NYPD to come to the city and identify the body. The police found Bear’s address clutched in the hand of a boy dumped in an alleyway off Seventh Avenue behind Weng-Feng Wok, a local Chinese restaurant. The owners, Misters Weng and Feng, discovered the body when they took the kitchen garbage out to the dumpster after a 3:00 a.m. closing. Bear vividly remembered the scene.


Bear shivered. The bodies of the victims were stacked in drawers that were piled four high and consumed the entire back wall of the room.

O’Malley spoke, “Drawer sixty-seven.”
The assistant opened the drawer and slowly drew the sheet from the body.
Bear gasped, and then gagged. O’Malley grabbed his arm.

“Do you recognize the victim?”
“Yes, it is Antonio Rialto.” It was Antonio, but an Antonio Bear would not have been able to identify save for a birthmark on his lower left abdomen.

O’Malley spoke again, “You’re sure.”
“Yes I am sure, I remember the crescent shaped birthmark, it was unique.” Bear gazed at his former sub. The dark Botticelli angel’s face was riddled with deep cuts made by a serrated knife. Both eyes were black and even after time in the cold drawer, swollen shut.”

The assistant coroner spoke, “The autopsy showed every rib was broken and the lung perforated. They shot out his kneecaps and his whole body is covered in welts. He was whipped.”

Bear was lost in thought, tears coursed down his face; more poignant for his silence. He did not notice his wet cheeks. The beautiful boy in drawer sixty-seven was provocative, mischievous and so very alive in his memory. He was just twenty-six. The toy had failed to please.
O’Malley grabbed Bear’s arm and ushered him out of the room handing Bear his handkerchief. Bear was thirty-two years old and had not cried since he was sixteen. He made a silent vow, I will never cry again.

Bear turned to O’Malley, “You’ll get this bastard?”

“With your cooperation…” O’Malley countered.

“Anything you need,” Bear replied between clenched teeth.

On the ride back to Trenton, the tears coursed down his cheeks as he repeated his mantra, I will never cry again, I will never cry again, I will never…


New Release

New Release Today


A Matter of Trust

Exactly one year after the release of my first novel, The Sarran Plague, my second novel, A Matter of Trust is being published by XOXO Publishing and is available at xoxopublishing.com.

This novel is a bit of a departure for me. It is in the contemporary gene with a BDS&M Light theme. The characters came to me from the phrase Bear in a Suit. I believe that Brian and Bear’s love story is compelling. Despite bad guys, murder, job discrimination and revenge, the thing that really keeps them apart is trust.

Both men have had their hearts broken in a particularly brutal fashion before and both have to learn that love is A Matter of Trust.

Photo dump


Photo dump


More than Erotica

Talk of Many Things

“The time has come to talk of many things;
of shoes of ships and sealing wax
of cabbages and kings
and why the sea is boiling hot
and whether pigs have wings.”
–Lewis Black

There are a number of people who often dismiss erotic romance and erotic romance writers as one trick ponies. We write smut, on every page. We have no plot, no characterizations, no conflict, just sex. Recently, I came upon that kind of attitude in a psychologist, of all things. I didn’t expect that a person engaged in a profession that dealt in opening minds would have such a closed mind herself. I offered her a copy of my novel, The Sarran Plague, and she refused it because it was obviously, “smut.”

I discontinued my association with the lady and complained to her supervisor. If I wanted to go on trial for my beliefs, I would have visited Oral Roberts or Jerry Farwell. The more I thought about the experience, the more annoyed I became. I decided that too many people automatically dismiss erotic romance writers as “purveyors of smut” and our novels, short stories, etc. as “dirty books” without ever opening the cover and reading one. I admit, I have seen and read with enjoyment some books who did have sex and lots of it on every other page. However, as a voracious reader, I own over 2,000 erotic romance novels. My collection includes “straight” erotica, “GLBT” erotica, “ménage and more” erotica with sub genres from contemporary, paranormal, shifters, to science fiction.

In that collection, I can honestly say to the Neanderthal female doctor, that at least 98% of those novels have intricate plots, moral and ethical conflicts, finely drawn characterization and an astute recognition of what is going on in today’s world that other “mainstream” writers refuse to discuss. These issues include child abuse, prejudice, street kids and what happens to them, the perils of coming out of the closet for GLBT youth and the inability of the “vanilla” world to accept even the patently harmless “kink.”

Fortunately, we are also able to point out the hypocrisy inherent in these prejudices. A father or mother throws their child out on the street because he or she has done something morally reprehensible. What act could be so morally reprehensible that the consequence of that act is leaving a child on the street to starve, become prey for the unscrupulous predator, or be put in the position of having to sell their soul to eat? A pregnancy? Homosexuality? Teenage rebellion? If it were a larger issue, murder, rape, robbery, assault, the parent would not have to throw their child out of their home, the state would be providing that child with a cot in the lockup, no parental interference required. Yet, in these cases a paent claims the moral “high ground.”

What about the teen who leaves home because of mental, physical or sexual abuse, is this child unworthy because they were not believed when they tried to tell an adult about a predator?

These issues are openly discussed in erotic literature. When we talk about “rent boys” and “prostitutes” we make sure we mention how that happened. If one of our characters has a serious character “flaw” that impedes a relationship, we have back story on how the flaw was acquired. We are not afraid to discuss the seamier side of life. Why, because the seamier side of life exists. And because we openly discuss it, there is the possibility that one of our readers will have a moment in which they realize that all is not well in Muddville tonight, a real honest, “oh shit,” moment. That moment will remove the blinders from their eyes and let them see an abusive spouse, a cheating spouse, a disturbed child or a predatory adult.

I am not saying that every erotic romance is a morality tale, but I am saying that in erotica, art imitates life rather than the reverse.

I, in my own fashion have decided to do something about the ignorance of others who mock our genre. Beginning on Thursday, May 27, 2009, at 9:00 pm, Eastern Daylight Time, 8:00 pm, Central, 7:00 pm Mountain, and 6:00 pm Pacific will be hosting a live chat on my website, ackatt.com. Each week, I hope to have a guest author of erotica and each week we will discuss one of the author’s novels, along with anything I might be working on that could add value to the discussion. The point of the discussion will not be to promote the novel, although, I must admit, it will be a side benefit; the point will be how the novel relates to our current world and some possible solutions to the problems presented.

My first guest will be my good friend, author Mychael Black; who is an articulate advocate for gay rights, autism, and a host of other worthy causes. We will be discussing Myc’s work and how it relates to the world around us. I would like to invite all of you to participate.

If you would be interested in signing up for a chat, you may contact Dee Owens of Personal Marketing at pr_marketing@deeowens.com or at deeprmarketing@gmail.com, and she will be happy to discuss scheduling. The Guest Author will also have the choice of the topic for the evening’s discussion. The only rules I plan to enforce are the usual rules of courtesy, no spamming, name-calling or disrespect shown to anyone’s point of view. Also, the topics we discuss are not being discussed for the purposes of titillation. This is to be an intellectual discussion of how erotic romance and its sub genres relate to life.

More than Erotica

Talk of Many Things

“The time has come to talk of many things;
of shoes of ships and sealing wax
of cabbages and kings
and why the sea is boiling hot
and whether pigs have wings.”
–Lewis Black

There are a number of people who often dismiss erotic romance and erotic romance writers as one trick ponies. We write smut, on every page. We have no plot, no characterizations, no conflict, just sex. Recently, I came upon that kind of attitude in a psychologist, of all things. I didn’t expect that a person engaged in a profession that dealt in opening minds would have such a closed mind herself. I offered her a copy of my novel, The Sarran Plague, and she refused it because it was obviously, “smut.”

I discontinued my association with the lady and complained to her supervisor. If I wanted to go on trial for my beliefs, I would have visited Oral Roberts or Jerry Farwell. The more I thought about the experience, the more annoyed I became. I decided that too many people automatically dismiss erotic romance writers as “purveyors of smut” and our novels, short stories, etc. as “dirty books” without ever opening the cover and reading one. I admit, I have seen and read with enjoyment some books who did have sex and lots of it on every other page. However, as a voracious reader, I own over 2,000 erotic romance novels. My collection includes “straight” erotica, “GLBT” erotica, “ménage and more” erotica with sub genres from contemporary, paranormal, shifters, to science fiction.

In that collection, I can honestly say to the Neanderthal female doctor, that at least 98% of those novels have intricate plots, moral and ethical conflicts, finely drawn characterization and an astute recognition of what is going on in today’s world that other “mainstream” writers refuse to discuss. These issues include child abuse, prejudice, street kids and what happens to them, the perils of coming out of the closet for GLBT youth and the inability of the “vanilla” world to accept even the patently harmless “kink.”

Fortunately, we are also able to point out the hypocrisy inherent in these prejudices. A father or mother throws their child out on the street because he or she has done something morally reprehensible. What act could be so morally reprehensible that the consequence of that act is leaving a child on the street to starve, become prey for the unscrupulous predator, or be put in the position of having to sell their soul to eat? A pregnancy? Homosexuality? Teenage rebellion? If it were a larger issue, murder, rape, robbery, assault, the parent would not have to throw their child out of their home, the state would be providing that child with a cot in the lockup, no parental interference required. Yet, in these cases a paent claims the moral “high ground.”

What about the teen who leaves home because of mental, physical or sexual abuse, is this child unworthy because they were not believed when they tried to tell an adult about a predator?

These issues are openly discussed in erotic literature. When we talk about “rent boys” and “prostitutes” we make sure we mention how that happened. If one of our characters has a serious character “flaw” that impedes a relationship, we have back story on how the flaw was acquired. We are not afraid to discuss the seamier side of life. Why, because the seamier side of life exists. And because we openly discuss it, there is the possibility that one of our readers will have a moment in which they realize that all is not well in Muddville tonight, a real honest, “oh shit,” moment. That moment will remove the blinders from their eyes and let them see an abusive spouse, a cheating spouse, a disturbed child or a predatory adult.

I am not saying that every erotic romance is a morality tale, but I am saying that in erotica, art imitates life rather than the reverse.

I, in my own fashion have decided to do something about the ignorance of others who mock our genre. Beginning on Thursday, May 27, 2009, at 9:00 pm, Eastern Daylight Time, 8:00 pm, Central, 7:00 pm Mountain, and 6:00 pm Pacific will be hosting a live chat on my website, ackatt.com. Each week, I hope to have a guest author of erotica and each week we will discuss one of the author’s novels, along with anything I might be working on that could add value to the discussion. The point of the discussion will not be to promote the novel, although, I must admit, it will be a side benefit; the point will be how the novel relates to our current world and some possible solutions to the problems presented.

My first guest will be my good friend, author Mychael Black; who is an articulate advocate for gay rights, autism, and a host of other worthy causes. We will be discussing Myc’s work and how it relates to the world around us. I would like to invite all of you to participate.

If you would be interested in signing up for a chat, you may contact Dee Owens of Personal Marketing at pr_marketing@deeowens.com or at deeprmarketing@gmail.com, and she will be happy to discuss scheduling. The Guest Author will also have the choice of the topic for the evening’s discussion. The only rules I plan to enforce are the usual rules of courtesy, no spamming, name-calling or disrespect shown to anyone’s point of view. Also, the topics we discuss are not being discussed for the purposes of titillation. This is to be an intellectual discussion of how erotic romance and its sub genres relate to life.


Talk of Many Things

“The time has come to talk of many things; of shoes of ships and sealing wax

of cabbages and kings and why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings.”


There are a number of people who often dismiss erotic romance and erotic romance writers as one trick ponies. We write smut, on every page. We have no plot, no characterizations, no conflict, just sex. Recently, I came upon that kind of attitude in a psychologist, of all things. I didn’t expect that a person engaged in a profession that dealt in opening minds would have such a closed mind herself. I offered her a copy of my novel, The Sarran Plague, and she refused it because it was obviously, “smut.”

I discontinued my association with the lady and complained to her supervisor. If I wanted to go on trial for my beliefs, I would have visited Oral Roberts or Jerry Farwell. The more I thought about the experience, the more annoyed I became. I decided that too many people automatically dismiss erotic romance writers as “purveyors of smut” and our novels, short stories, etc. as “dirty books” without ever opening the cover and reading one. I admit, I have seen and read with enjoyment some books who did have sex and lots of it on every other page. However, as a voracious reader, I own over 2,000 erotic romance novels. My collection includes “straight” erotica, “GLBT” erotica, “ménage and more” erotica with sub genres from contemporary, paranormal, shifters, to science fiction.

In that collection, I can honestly say to the Neanderthal female doctor, that at least 98% of those novels have intricate plots, moral and ethical conflicts, finely drawn characterization and an astute recognition of what is going on in today’s world that other “mainstream” writers refuse to discuss. These issues include child abuse, prejudice, street kids and what happens to them, the perils of coming out of the closet for GLBT youth and the inability of the “vanilla” world to accept even the patently harmless “kink.”

Fortunately, we are also able to point out the hypocrisy inherent in these prejudices. A father or mother throws their child out on the street because he or she has done something morally reprehensible. What act could be so morally reprehensible that the consequence of that act is leaving a child on the street to starve, become prey for the unscrupulous predator, or be put in the position of having to sell their soul to eat? A pregnancy? Homosexuality? Teenage rebellion? If it were a larger issue, murder, rape, robbery, assault, the parent would not have to throw their child out of their home, the state would be providing that child with a cot in the lockup, no parental interference required. Yet, in these cases a paent claims the moral “high ground.”

What about the teen who leaves home because of mental, physical or sexual abuse, is this child unworthy because they were not believed when they tried to tell an adult about a predator?

These issues are openly discussed in erotic literature. When we talk about “rent boys” and “prostitutes” we make sure we mention how that happened. If one of our characters has a serious character “flaw” that impedes a relationship, we have back story on how the flaw was acquired. We are not afraid to discuss the seamier side of life. Why, because the seamier side of life exists. And because we openly discuss it, there is the possibility that one of our readers will have a moment in which they realize that all is not well in Muddville tonight, a real honest, “oh shit,” moment. That moment will remove the blinders from their eyes and let them see an abusive spouse, a cheating spouse, a disturbed child or a predatory adult.

I am not saying that every erotic romance is a morality tale, but I am saying that in erotica, art imitates life rather than the reverse.

I, in my own fashion have decided to do something about the ignorance of others who mock our genre. Beginning on Thursday, May 27, 2009, at 9:00 pm, Eastern Daylight Time, 8:00 pm, Central, 7:00 pm Mountain, and 6:00 pm Pacific will be hosting a live chat on my website, ackatt.com. Each week, I hope to have a guest author of erotica and each week we will discuss one of the author’s novels, along with anything I might be working on that could add value to the discussion. The point of the discussion will not be to promote the novel, although, I must admit, it will be a side benefit; the point will be how the novel relates to our current world and some possible solutions to the problems presented.

My first guest will be my good friend, author Mychael Black; who is an articulate advocate for gay rights, autism, and a host of other worthy causes. We will be discussing Myc’s work and how it relates to the world around us. I would like to invite all of you to participate.

If you would be interested in signing up for a chat, you may contact Dee Owens of Personal Marketing at pr_marketing@deeowens.com or at deeprmarketing@gmail.com, and she will be happy to discuss scheduling. The Guest Author will also have the choice of the topic for the evening’s discussion. The only rules I plan to enforce are the usual rules of courtesy, no spamming, name-calling or disrespect shown to anyone’s point of view. Also, the topics we discuss are not being discussed for the purposes of titillation. This is to be an intellectual discussion of how erotic romance and its sub genres relate to life.



Sincerely,

And proud of it!

I spent two hours on Sunday at a meeting for OFA (Organizing for America). It is a new organization dedicated to helping President Obama to fulfuill his campaign promises designed to counter lobbyist pressure in Congress and the Senate.

We spent most of our time on Sunday discussing health.

Today I Went Hunting…

Yesterday I spent the whole day editing, re-editing, revising and re-revising my rock n roll romance to send to an agent, The Ethan Ellenberg Literary Agency in New York City.

At one time I lived in New York City’s Chelsea District, about two blocks from the official start of Greenwich Village. I played in Washington Square Park as a child and listened to the music played by the NYU Students around the fountain. I walked along the square that overlooked the park and marveled at the Federalist Row homes, very few of which remained single family. Single families, were moving to the suburbs in the mid to late fifties. It was from walking those streets as a child that gave me the feel of the era where I set my short story for Torquere PressA Permanent Arrangement published in October of 2008 as part of their Wedding Sipz Blitz for charity. I mention that now because it reminds me again of where I began.

The Ethan Ellenberg Literary Agency is located in New York’s “Village.” If I get lucky enough to obtain representation, maybe sometime this year I can go for a visit before it gets cold — to see how much has changed and how much remains the same.

Musings on the beginning

My first attempt at a journal was in September of 2007. It began my journey from aspiring writer to author. On April 7, 2009, Eternal Press published my first book. Just last week, The Sarran Plague received its first review. It was Highly Recommended, please notice the bold print. I could not believe when I started out on this road that the publication of my first book would constitute but my first stop of a long journey of exploration. Then, I believed, that the publication of my book would be an end, it is merely a waystation on the way to self discovery which never ends.

In honor of the journey, I am reprinting here, one of my first blogs. The feelings expressed by the author are felt even more keenly now.

Sometimes, even in the normal day-to-day routine, you have a moment. This one came upon me all of a sudden. I was in the midst of explaining that my husband supports my writing. He also doesn’t particularly care what I write about, so long as it makes me happy, and gives him the mere wisp of a chance at early retirement. Then it hit me, why I really wanted to write what I write. So, I copied and pasted the excerpt to here so that I remember.

Allen doesn’t understand why I write gay romance, but is in favor of anything that can,”support him in the style to which he has become accustomed.” The man wants to retire! Why gay romance? I thought about that myself and he did ask why. Men like to watch women, women like to watch men. It’s not the whole answer but easy enough when you are looking for a pat answer.

The other, deeper answer is I enjoy reading and writing about male characters that our open to each other, a kind of emotional depth that you don’t often see in m/f romance anymore. The emotional depth is provided by the inherent conflict between what passes for morality in our society (religious dogma) and humanism (what we are before society gets its hooks in us).


Coming out is laying everything on the line for someone else. That is something that doesn’t occur in m/f romance much anymore. The themes of Romeo and Juliet, Lancelot and Guinevere, Othello, loving despite all pressure, disdain and consequences. Although all of the other prejudices still exist (religious, tribal, ethnic, racial) all of these are routinely condemned by current mores. (Given lip service at least). Gender is the last bastion of prejudice. The type of prejudice that can get you hurt, dead (Romeo and Juliet, West Side Story) broken, (Arthur, Lancelot and Guinevere) or drive you to do the unspeakable (Othello). It is the stuff of real drama, real passion based on true current and historical circumstance . I have read some of the stories written by other authors in the genre and they have moved me to tears. Sometimes because the pathos is so real, sometimes because the consequences are so deadly, but mostly because even under the most horrific circumstances, love prevails.


Hopefully, someday, the human race will accept that when you fall in love, you fall in love with a person. You may tend toward men, or women, or blondes, or dark or light skin. But eventually, you meet someone and somehow they aren’t quite what you expected. Wouldn’t it be wonderful just to be able to enjoy that totally unexpected, wonderful person without anyone giving a hoot as to their gender, religion, race, or tribal/ethnic background? When are we just going to be able to love, get married, have or not have kids, just live our private lives, in pairs, trios, or even solo with whomsoever we chose.


My one true thing is that we are all human under the skin. Maybe that fact won’t be brought home to us until we meet some Zyptz, something truely alien, scary and out to get us! Then we would soon find out how little the other “differences” are anchored in reality. I hope it doesn’t take an alien invasion to let us all “see” each other.



So, I now take a bow, and get off my virtual soapbox. (Some topics bring out the rebel in me).


Sincerely,