Leave Gisele Alone

The media loves to sensationalize things. I know that’s what they’re paid to do, but sometimes they go overboard. The headlines about Gisele had me thinking that she said something awful. When I read the actual story, I didn’t understand why it was an issue. According to most versions of the story, Gisele was being heckled when she angrily responded to the jerk who was heckling her. When someone talks trash to you, you often talk trash back. The guy was telling Gisele that Eli owned her husband. Gisele let the man know that the loss wasn’t her husband’s fault.

As an unbiased viewer of the Super Bowl, I think it’s a bunch of crap that one of the biggest stories after the game is Gisele’s response to an idiot who was harassing her. No offense to Gisele, but her opinion shouldn’t count in this situation. She’s not one of the players. The only way this should be a big story is if Tom Brady made the comments. He would be wrong because as a member of the team, he shouldn’t bash his team members, plus he did have one interception, that had “interception” written all over it when it left his hand.

Naked Candy

My local news was talking about super bowl commercials. I liked the m&m’s one. I know the Doritos commercial with the “missing” cat was dumb, but I liked that one too. The note attached to the bag of Doritos was funny.

Anyone, here’s one more look at the naked red m&m (Please remember: he's sexy and he knows it):



While on YouTube, I found myself watching a clip of Just a Question of Love. I had forgotten how much I liked that movie. It’s nice to watch people fall in love and know that there will be a happy ending.

Status: Fighting the urge to watch the entire movie.

Random Musings about the Super Bowl

I watch for the commercials and I see the game by default. My bathroom breaks are taken while they’re playing or during the halftime show. I’m not a big Madonna fan (shocking, I know), so I won’t mind missing part of her performance. I’m not a fan of either team. Tom Brady is cuter than Eli Manning. You know it’s true. Tom Brady should never grow his hair out because he looks so much better when his hair is short. Although that’s probably based more on my preference for the preppy look.

My Super Bowl Poem:

A Sexy Few

You put helmets on handsome faces
And hot men together in various places
But you stop me from being naughty
By using padding to cover a tight body
What I wouldn’t give to see under a jersey or two
Not all, just a sexy few.

Addicted to Publishing on Kindle

I wasn’t going to post a story this weekend, but I couldn’t resist. I’m going to publish The Science of Us to Kindle. My cover is too dark to look nice in the black and white version, but I like the blue for the color version, so I’m leaving it because the book isn’t about its cover, it’s about its content. The Science of Us is filled with drama. I shortened the story and limited a lot of the drama, but it still seems drama filled. I’ve been rationalizing it by saying that teens usually have drama. I can’t bring myself to change it too much more. Maybe I should. Oh well.

I have approval for the cover for Bump This. I’d like to thank Troofire for that. I’m hoping to publish it this month, since the story was first posted on Valentine’s Day.

You've seen it before, but I'm sharing it again. Here is the future cover of Bump This:

For now, I’m in the editing, Kindle publishing, zone. I don’t know how long it will last, but I’m going to keep doing it until I get tired of it. Then I’ll stop for a while.

It’s kind of nice to have years worth of writing at my fingertips, because I can just pick which story I want to reread and edit, then publish it. I’m serious about being a writer, so I’m trying to do the grunt work. Maybe one day, LT Ville will mean something in gay fiction.

Status: Feeling myself, figuratively, not literally.

I See Dead People

I can’t tell if I’m getting sick or not. I’ve felt cruddy the past three mornings, better during the day while I was working then sick again at night. I’ve been taking medicine. I’ve also been having strange dreams lately. I’m going to blame the sickness because I’ve taken the medicine before and I didn’t have these crazy dreams. I’ve been talking to dead friends in my dreams and flirting with men who are off limits. I don’t mess with married me so I’m a bit unnerved by one of my dreams. The intense flirting felt so real that it left me very disturbed when I opened my eyes.

Status: Hoping tonight’s dreams won’t be so crazy.

Wannabe Rebel

I’ve recently realized that I’m a wannabe rebel. I do rebellious things when I’m angry or upset or hurting, but I do them in a way that no one close to me ever knows the truth. I wonder if it counts as acting out if the people I’m acting out against don’t have the slightest clue about what I’ve done. Maybe I’m not acting out to hurt them, maybe it’s more about hurting myself for not being more assertive. I don’t know. Sometimes I like to do things that are out of character because it keeps people on their toes, but I’m finding that I’m spending more time hiding the things that don’t mesh with my character than I am flaunting them and I used to flaunt them all the time. I used to love being a walking contradiction.

Status: Introspective.

Go Me!

I did it! I posted something to my blog every day during the month of January! I’m so proud of myself. I did it as a personal challenge. I write this blog mainly for myself and it’s nice to be able to go back and see what I was thinking on certain days. I’m hoping to keep it up for the month of February.

Random poem:

Failure to Love

I can’t love you
I’m sorry but it’s true
I fell harder than I should
And gave it all away
Now you’re here
As perfect as can be
Please believe the blame’s with me
I have nothing left for you
Because of what he put me through
So I’m sorry that you’re here right now
I wish I could let you in somehow
But I can’t love you like I should
And there’s no guarantee I ever would