Firstly,
many thanks go to those readers who send comments. I never publish comments,
but read them all. Please remember that if you would like me to reply, send an email to the usual (above) address.
Many comments are not genuine and include spam links that can spread viruses;
others are just links to advertising. I did not want to be accused of publishing
only the good comments so decided at the outset that I would publish none at
all. Quite a few readers email me, though, and I have struck up some great
email exchanges since starting the blogs and made wonderful new friends
worldwide. Occasionally, some of these have visited London and we have met up
to put the world to rights over a few beers or a meal. It has been a lovely way
to meet people.
Meanwhile…
Now,
several readers have asked where they can buy the novels serialized on my
fiction blog. Many thanks for asking, but after a good many false starts, I
gave up trying to interest literary agents or publishers and decided to post
all my unpublished works on the blog rather than have them doing nothing and
going nowhere on my computer. It is my intention to publish them as e-books
(along with 2nd (revised) editions of my poetry collections) at a
later date. Meanwhile, anyone is welcome to dip into the fiction blog and see
if there is a storyline that catches their interest. Staying on top of various health problems make such demands on my time these days that I’m afraid I have yet (if ever) to finish writing
Redemption, Book 3 of what was intended as a gay-interest crime trilogy, Blasphemy-Sacrilege-Redemption.
Meanwhile...
It has
been my experience that homophobes are often more angry with themselves than
with the gay people they profess to deplore. More than once, when I was
sexually active, I enjoyed close encounters with guys who had a great line in
chat-up, but whose conversation on parting would go something like this:
HE (apologetically)
I just can’t live that way, end of story. I’m getting married to a great girl
who loves me to bits, What’s more, she’ll be a great wife and mother and an
asset to my career.
ME (wryly)
If you don’t mind my saying so, you have a very cold blooded attitude for such
a hot blooded guy.
HE (shrugs)
That’s life...
I never
knew whether to laugh or cry.
Now, I
personally know several guys who are openly homophobic and privately visit gay
cruising areas. [Well, not as openly now that political correctness has driven
so much bigotry behind closed doors.] How do I know? Because I have a gay
friend who also visits those same places. One day someone may well ‘out’ them,
but it won’t be me or my friend if only because how they live their lives is none of our business any
more than how we live our lives is any
of theirs.
True, I
have met married men (and women) who love their partners and children to bits
and see no harm in same close encounters of the sexual kind on the side, and
I’m not a judgmental person. Even so, I have to say it smacks of betrayal to
me. During my youth and early manhood, I had to keep my sexuality a secret from
family and friends. Living that lie nearly killed me. As it was, as regular
readers know, it culminated in a severe nervous breakdown in my early 30s during
which I attempted suicide.
Maybe if
more bisexual or essentially gay men
and women were to confide in their opposite sex partners from the start, there
would be less heartbreak all round? I have met such couples, and it never
ceases to amaze me just how much love is prepared to take in its stride.
Without
honesty, though, what chance does even love have? I often wonder how many of us live in something of a fantasy world and half expect to encounter a unicorn around the next street corner ...
WHERE
UNICORNS ROAM
His
body relaxed,
the
tip of his tongue stroking my lips
as
we made love,
exploring,
adoring, each other’s bodies,
oh,
so tenderly at the start
then
letting rip with pent-up passions
of
the heart
It
was our first time
and
he gave no hint it would be our last
as
we made love
in a
manner that was sheer poetry,
desire
in perfect rhythm,
naked
flesh feeding on the pleasures
of
wet dreams
We
became as one,
riding
a feisty unicorn over leafy meadows,
majestic
mountains,
to
lush, heather-scented slopes
leading
to the sea
where
we lay, spent, on a sandy shore
content
in its embrace
I
stroked his hair
where
its flames but flickered in the hearth
he
had made of my heart
and
I longed to rouse his heat in me
again,
again, again…
even
as each wild, exquisite flame died,
one
by one
He
stirred, kissed me
till
my mouth felt bruised by the intensity
of
that long goodbye,
though
not as I sensed he'd have it be
but
much the same as I,
lying
in sun-kissed sand, as if love meant us
to
be together
That
kiss was magic, its spell cruelly broken,
his
mind bent on marrying a woman
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2010
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