Saturday, April 28, 2012

What I'm working on at the moment...

Preview of vampiric story and my new reef tank...
BLOOD TIES


PROLOUGE

“Wait!  Stop! Somebody please tell me how the fuck that I find myself halfway in the air leaping over a table full of crazed porn industry fans waiving crosses, wooden stakes and trying to throw Holy Water at me?”  These thoughts passed through my mind even as I batted a thrown stake out of the way.
“Oh, I know why!  It was my cousin’s fault; second cousin actually,” my head screamed as I finished my flip and fell towards the oncoming surface.
The fact that I was head over heels in love with him added to ‘issue’ that we both had the same great grandparents made it kind of weird, although the stunning bastard now was probably really freaking out after finding out after that nut job bitch revealing the fact that he and I were related. I’d… Oh hell, we’d kept that quiet with the exception of a few people after finding that out via email.
And now?  Now, when all hell broke loose, thanks to that bitch that he performed with in porn films?  Oh, and just not any porn films, but fucking straight porn films!   Oh yeah! 
“He’s a confused straight boy!  You seduced him!  You must have used drugs!” All those lines had been thrown at me earlier that day by that twat before she stormed off backstage from an earlier shoot. 
“PLEASE!” I wanted to yell. “He fucking downs Cialis like their kids’ chewable vitamins just to get it up with you!” I kept my mouth shut though.  I wasn’t going to give this psycho any opportunity to try and confirm anything.
I sighed inwardly as I dropped to the long table top.  I got my balance and rolled my eyes as I found myself staring at a man with wide pupils full of fear waiving a cross in my face.  I turned and caught Sean’s full on panicking face.  Looking back around me, I was well aware that things were ‘not in the closet anymore’.
“BE GONE YE DEMON!” the pudgy, porn addicted, potato shaped man holding a picture of one of Sean’s female co-stars, wheezed at me while his hand shook holding the silver icon.  I batted it away with a slight sting as it touched my hand.  And before you think it was a ‘silver allergy’, I’m here to tell you it’s not.  I caught the edge of the thing when I knocked it away.
“OH PLEASE!” I yelled loudly grabbing his and the others attention while ripping my shirt open and yanking out my own cross made of platinum.  “I’M FUCKING CATHOLIC!  I GO TO MASS EVERY FEW SUNDAYS! AND WHO THE FUCK SAYS ‘YE’ IN 2012?”  That caught their attention as a large garlic bulb landed beside me.  The overall din in the room settled some as the focused their astonishment on the fact that I was holding a small cross between my two fingers.  Holy Water splashed on me and I wiped it away.  “JESUS CHRIST!  WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?  A WATER SPORTS PARTY?”
The fat man who had brandished the cross sputtered, “YO-U-U-U-U’RE CATHOLIC?” 
“YES!” sighed heavily while watching the continued surprised expression on my cousin.  “Wait,” I thought, “Didn’t I tell him I was Catholic?”  That little tidbit seemed to etch more “WTF?” on his face and not helping the fact that he’d been ‘outed’ or that I’d just been ‘outed’ as a vampire.  Ok, he knew that part, not that we were related or I guess, Catholic, was well.
All done by that fucking snatch over in the corner, who initiated all this chaos against me, because she was in love with Sean.  Another bulb of garlic landed in front of me.  I grabbed it and chucked it back at the prick who’d thrown it; nailing him squarely in the forehead where I had intended.  “WILL YOU STOP THROWING THAT SHIT!? I DON’T HAVE A FEAR OF GARLIC!” 
More murmuring spilled through the crowd.  The man stood up from being nailed with the garlic rubbing his forehead, “Garlic doesn’t bother you either?”
I sat down on the table and crossed my legs with a loud ‘harrumph’. 
“No, it doesn’t,” I sighed looking up at the forlorn Sean.  I’m not sure what the hell he was thinking but Rory, his manager, was a cross between fuming red and purple and white.  It didn’t make the middle aged cigar smoker look well.  I was afraid we’d have to call an ambulance soon. 
Here I sat on the table in front of Sean with him just staring down at me.  I felt about three inches tall and that’s saying something since he towers over me by nearly a foot.  “How the hell did this happen?” when I really knew how it had.
I sat there wondering how this would play out with Sean, Rory, me and the people around me.  Not to mention the fact that people will now know we exist. 
All of this started a few minutes earlier in the middle of his press conference where ‘Steven Case – straight male porn star’ had just been taking a phone call question.  It was Kathy (his co-star) on her cell phone.  She’d arranged it after getting ‘Sean aka: Steven’ a “NO” answer about marrying her.  She was using the fact that he was ‘In the closet’ to everyone to make him marry her. 
The video and then the yelling and screaming; and that was just Kathy.  The worse thing though wasn’t hearing her reveal that I was a vamp, ““HE’S A REAL VAMPIRE!”  No, what was worst was when she screamed at the top of her lungs, “THAT’S NOT ALL,” she screamed, “THAT MAN WHOSE COCK IS IN HIS MOUTH IS HIS COUSIN!”
 As I sat there in my own morass, I heard a chair rub hard across the floor as it scooted back.  “Ladies and Gentlemen…”  It was Sean’s voice.  I sat there with tears in my eyes wondering what the fuck he was going to say.

And here's a picture of my tank...









Well, just a note to say... damn... not sure what to say. 

I'm here and I've been neglectful.  I'm working on some vampiric/lycan stories that I am hoping to have self published soon!

Friday, February 11, 2011

12 years and Going STRONG!

Tomorrow marks my 12th year of being HIV Positive, 11.5 of them being undetectable. I went into the hospital on the 12th, Den and I was scared. The 14th I went into a coma. Nearing 14 years later, my best friend and brother stands by my side. This is the first year I don't feel scared! No dreams, no panic.

Last year I talked about mourning the death of my past, now I look to the future.

Monday, January 3, 2011

SACRIFICE...

With so much going on of late, I have to give pause. Things have been a whirlwind and life can be hectic for me and anyone of my friends and the people I call my family. People both inside my core need me as do the people outside. But there is something that I remember, “In the grand scheme of things, what we sacrifice for others sakes is more important than what we achieve for ourselves.”

It’s a big word… “sacrifice”. For many, it’s something that they can’t comprehend or refuse to do or acknowledge. It can be huge or small. It can be something like leaving nuts out of the chocolate chip cookies even though you like them, offering to do anything if someone needs it even though you aren’t asked, taking a phone call and listening to that family member even though you’d rather be watching the TV, sacrificing something financially for the love of a child, our time for a charity even though you are swamped or in writing, emailing or calling people in government to make sure people are provided decent health coverage and not left without.

Why? Compassion, caring, Love. We may never receive thanks, never hear I appreciate it or even an acknowledgement that what we may have done was worthwhile but knowing that we did it should be all the thanks we get.

That, in itself, is hard. Never receiving the thank you. A lot of times it’s taken for granted that you’ll do for someone; especially family with even the most simplistic things such as a phone call or an email.

But see, that’s fine. Because, when you can go to bed at night and sleep knowing that you did what was right, gave what you could, helped where you could or spoke up when necessary for someone who couldn’t, then you’ve done just what I said, “that you sacrificed for others sakes” and found that what you did was “more important than what you achieved for yourself.”

And you know what, sometime down the road; someone might do the same thing for you.

Monday, October 11, 2010

COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!!!


TODAY IS NATIONAL COMING OUT DAY..... COME OUT... COME OUT... The closet door is open... take those first steps. We'll support you and carry you like the friend you are!!! YOU ARE LOVED AND RESPECTED!


Tuesday, September 21, 2010

CHANGES

Changes... packing for a move... still in Seattle; just near Lake Washington. Looking forward to it and the nice place.

Dating: I'm single again. Nax... Leave it at that...

Writing.... I need to get off my ass!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

I'm still here... Funeral today ... RIP Don

My best friend's (my Ex) Father passed away suddenly last Friday (April 2nd) of a massive coronary at home. He had been fighting congestive heart failure and there was some hope that an upcoming catherization with stents and possibly a by-pass would help.



This entire time has been filled with grief and me stepping up to support my family. As I've said before, my Ex's family are closer to me than my own. They were my parents.



I have been struggling through this to handle Social Security, Funeral arrangements, insurance, et al. Then there is the support for the Ex, his sister and Mom.




I have not forgotten my readers, I have not forgotten my writing. There has just been so much going on that I just haven't gotten myself together to write.



Forgive me.



TJay