|May 25, 2014||Filled under Uncategorized||
Chilling. Kept trying to put it down because of the subject matter but the writing compelled me to see what happened next. The author played that balance between horror and hope masterfully.
I want to take away the star b/c of the cliffhanger ending, but the writing is just too good to do that to.
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|May 16, 2014||Filled under Uncategorized||
Hi, I’m Chris Cox and I write LGBT romance, gay romance if you want to be particular about it. Some say my specific subgenre is called m/m romance. I say gay romance because m/m reminds me too much of candy. While I love M&Ms, and some say that my stories are as sweet as candy coated chocolate, I really want my stories to last longer than one bite and then be forgotten.
I write about Louisiana boys in love. Why? Because I write what I know. I’m Louisianan, born and raised.
And I write to make the world a better place. I hope, I pray, that I can make the world a better place. At least a small corner of the world. At least one person’s world. Hopefully, my brother’s world.
My mother explains my brother by saying he’s never been married and never will be.
Is that not the loneliest thing you’ve ever heard? What if your mother said that about you? What if it were true?
No, damn it. That futility is going to change. I am going to do everything I can to change it. I am going to write so many stories of Louisiana boys in love that one day, one of my stories is going to fit and my brother is going to find his happily-ever-after. Because he’s human. As a human, he has the right to find someone who loves him, someone who shares hopes and dreams and arguments and screams and making up before going to sleep and everything else that goes with a close relationship.
He has that right.
I know he has that right.
But not everyone else knows that. So, in the way I shout the loudest, I’m going to show them why he and everyone else has that right. Hopefully, he’ll hear me. (Isn’t that the saddest part? That he’s been told over and over again how he’s less than, how he doesn’t have the same rights other men have? He’s been told so often that he has believed ‘them’.)
So, I write from the heart—and not just any heart, but a heart that cries out for my brother, for your brother and your son, and your nephew and your best friend when you were growing up together in grade school. And I hope and pray that your heart hears what my heart is trying to say. That your heart hears that love is a good thing among humans. That being lonely is sad and scary and, too often, dangerous to heads and hearts and souls. Loneliness makes humans feel like they don’t matter. Like they aren’t important. Like they have no worth.
So, I write of the special love that keeps away the loneliness. The love that makes humans feel worthy of existing. Feel worthy of being valued. Feel worthy of being cherished.
Because the sad truth is, not every human feels that way. Maybe It’s your brother, or your son, or your grandchild, or the kid down the street who used to be so carefree but now acts like he’s got something he needs to hide.
You can make a difference.
If you know someone who needs a hug, please give them one of yours. You can always make more.
You can change your own little corner of your world, today and every day. International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia (May 17th)
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|May 7, 2014||Filled under Uncategorized||
Poignantly written story of intertwining lives. This is one of those stories that spans the years (okay, I typoed tears, then decided it was more Freudian than a typo). Though simple and straghtforward in plot, this novel is intense and complex in emotions. Interesting wrap up.
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