From my post: Size Doesn't Matter over at noseinabook


Look at this cover, would ya? So hot sexy. I noticed that Josh Lanyon's new e-book was available a week early over at Loose-id, and beepbeepzipTANG! I whipped out the old mastercard (shhhh. DO NOT tell G) and read it in one sitting. I can't help myself. I'm weak. He's my favorite m/m author and an auto buy. Yay for Josh!

Will sprang onto the wing, reaching a hand down for Taylor, and with a grimace, Taylor accepted his help, vaulting up beside him. The wing bobbed beneath their weight, and Will steadied him, hands on Taylor’s waist for an instant.

Taylor moved away. Not that he minded Will’s hands on him -- there was nothing he’d have liked more than Will’s hands on him -- but this had nothing to do with attraction and everything to do with lack of confidence. A lack of confidence in Taylor being able to look after himself. Not that Will had said so, but it was clear to Taylor -- and maybe it was clear to Will too, which might explain what the hell they were doing up in the High Sierras one week before Taylor was officially due to start back at work.

Because if they couldn’t figure this out -- get past it -- they were through as a team. Regardless of the fact that so far no one had admitted there was even a problem.

Will trembled with the effort of holding motionless, but Taylor could feel his heart thundering behind his own, and any fear that he was alone in this, that he had relinquished too much for too little, faded. He winced -- wriggled, trying to accommodate that thick rigidity. Water was not enough of a lubricant. What had they been thinking?

“Are you okay?” Will sounded hoarse. He rocked against Taylor -- stopped himself -- then rocked again like he just couldn’t help it. “Say…something.”

To his astonishment, Taylor heard himself whimper. A helpless little submissive sound -- and he nudged his ass against Will’s groin in clear invitation.

Grumble.

Time to clean the house.

I finally feel like myself again. My scarring, which initially shocked the crap out of me, is fading day by day  and mostly hidden.  I'm looking just fantastic. I'd do it all over again in a heart beat. Went in to the stupid Gap and tried on shirts and almost blubbered on the bored dressing room drone.  Size small, she says to me. Small.  I no longer look like a shrunken head in my clothes.   It's reported that breast reduction surgery has the highest rate of customer satisfaction among all plastic surgeries. Fucking-ay, I'll say. The pain was manageable, the rest somewhat enjoyable, the soreness sucked, and I gained 5 pounds laying here blogging. So what.  My neck is better. My back is better. My shoulders are better. My spirit feels damned fine.

So now, almost 4 weeks post op, I'm going to clean the house. Finally. Vacuum. Mop. Iron. Move around.  Try not to buy anymore clothes.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

NO FUCKING WAY!!!!!

 

Stolen Lifted directly from Josh's new web page (where my little ole blog is mentioned ::grin:: Although, er, he said pick after nose and that's sort of not the direction we are looking for, IS it, Josh? heh. Love him.)

TEN-HUT!
Josh will be a contributor to the military themed romance anthology Esprit de Corps edited by Judith David. This will be a print (and possibly e-book) release through MLR Press. Look for stories by Samantha Kane, Victor J. Banis and JL Langley/Dick D. Josh is planning a story about World War I Fly Boys. No release date as yet.

Somebody, anybody, tell me if he's yanking my chain....Cuz I will CRY. This is like a total wet dream for the lisabea. Pant. Sam? JL? Dick D? And JOSH???? I don't know that other dude, but, hey, I'm willing, man, I am....This is like Christmas and Disney and Apple cider Martini's and SEX with my smokin hot old (younger) Man. On the same day!

Heh, know what? I'm interviewing that wicked and lovely (and funny) Samantha Kane. Will be up on, gee take a guess, Monday. AND then, it's true, JL Langley (and free stuff). I have to promise not to wax on and on about a certain admiral and his prince Albert.

Breathe, lisabea. Must gain control of self. Oh. Oh. oh. oh


Sula where the fuck are you?????

Any way. Er. Back to your regularly scheduled programming. Carry on. Or leave a note telling me how fucking awesome this is. I mean, for real. It's going to be military m/m. I can't even stand it. Ok. Right here. Right now. We are going to throw a kick off party that can't be beat. Flags and marching bands and nekkid mens. And maybe free stuff? Yes. Free stuff! And other things that I will eventually think of cuz this is so much fun. PS: Dick D you SO better email me. Plus I love you. :)

::gasps::

 

 

Soooo, remember that thing I said about redundancy and not posting the same thing in two places? Hm. I may take it back. 

SHIT day. Just unbelievable in the sheer volume of things NOT accomplished due to vicodin. I had to keep waiting for it to wear off so I could drive my child places. Clutching my breast and groping myself while driving. I had this beautiful moment when I realized I was feeling myself up in the parent line at 3 at the school. Phone to one ear and my hand down my shirt through the neck , I  was trying to see if my incisions were 'hot". Dumb nurse should have known I was in public. I certainly didn't. Well, not until that car drove past....


Manlove Monday. What was I thinking? Bagged it though. Sort of slid into the plate bottom of the 9th and all that crap. Go team.

Sean is hell bent on landing the role of Laurie in a movie adaptation of the book The Charioteer a, and shit I know I'm saying this badly, gay classic ( and I say that wincing, but I'm not sure how else to phrase it. So feel free to smack me upside the head). The book resonates in Sean, and became an anchor for him in a deeply troubling period in his life. I have to wonder if it did to Josh as well. You can feel something bigger here. But perhaps that's simply a product of good story telling. I can't tell you enough how smart this writer is. I honestly thought Dark Horse was either a porno movie reference (ok ok. I'm a skank.) or it was a hot cowboy novel. But no. Dark Horse enchanted me from the moment Sean begins to describe The Charioteer.

"Who does he choose?"

"He chooses the dark horse. He chooses life with all its complexities and contradictions and disappointments and...delights." I half-swallowed on the last word, surprising myself by my own intensity. I tried to explain, "I read it when I was....ill."

I met Dan's eyes. In the wavering candlelight his gaze was attentive, understanding. I had to look away. Maybe it would have been easier if he had just laughed.

......
I nodded. "It...helped. the book, I mean. It helped a lot. It convinced me that there were people out there like me. Men like me. And that they were decent and honorable and courageous, not the warped diseased things that my parents believed in."

God, how much had I drunk? I couldn't believe I'd told him that. I wished he would say something. I felt naked: I had said too much. I shrugged. "I can't put it into words. It struck a chord with me. It struck a chord with a lot of people. It's considered a classic."

"I'll have to read it one of these days." He covered my hand with his.
"Or maybe you can just see the movie." Belatedly I was the one trying for lightness.
"I'll be there in the front row."

I hate detest despise and loath live journal. It eats my words and fucks with my mind and makes me wonder if there is sinister intent here.  I have yet to post something anywhere on LJ that isn't in some capacity screwed up. My name, my photo, my content, my mail, my comments...evil.


Damn you.


On a brighter note, there are nekkid cowboys on my blog.  Woot!