Go away

GUSTAV. DIE. DIE ALREADY!

I pray that it doesn't hit New Orleans again. This is unbelievable. Almost three years to the day.

GO AWAY GUSTAV. And take Hannah with ya.

Comments to the last blog

I'll post my comments from the last post here, seeing that Blogger won't recognize me on my own blog.

Indigo that was funny. Gave me a chuckle.


Tigeryogi, these books are Huge. Like Harry Potter. Not that that makes them any better, but they have these girls enthralled. Made me curious.


I've always wanted another Lestat book, one where he runs across one of his own decendents. If you remember he says himself that when he was a teenager, fathers were always beating at the door demanding his own father do something about all of the daughters who were pregnant by Lestat, playboy that he was. I've always wondered what he'd do. Because he took Quinn his sorta cousin under his wing after he was made into a vampire. I hope she changes her mind and writes another Lestat Vampire novel.

TWILIGHT.

I was pleasantly surprised last night. I was even surprised. In the break room, there were three different 19/20 twenty years reading. Not school books, not magazines. But they were all reading different books of TWILIGHT.

Now, I may have been living with my head buried in the sand, but I had never heard of these books. One girl stated she was on book two. So was another girl, and the third girl was still on book one.
Now, these books are HUGE hardcover books. I was really surprised and pleased to see them reading. I'm always reading something on my breaks if I'm alone. At points one would sigh. Another gasp. And they both asked the third girl "Have you gotten to part where they break into the car, moments before the sun rises? OMG." Ok, my curiosity is peaked.
I'm gonna have to find out what these are. I hope he or it or whatever is as charming as Rice's Vampire Lestat. Loved him.

Thank you Sardonic Bomb.

Thanks so much to Sardonic Bomb I was finally able to get his site on my bloglist. What a pain this has all been.
Everytime someone says "It will be so much easier. It will make your life a breeze..." Don't believe them. They lie.

Rick Springfield

This year at the Fair, we had live bands. Not that we ever had dead ones. Well, not that dead I guess.

This year we had Plain White Tees, who were really good. Blake Shelton who was playing when the tornado came within a town of us. And then there was....Rick Springfield.

I gotta say, he did really good for an old guy. He's my age. Age'ish. And he rocked.

I'd never seen him in concert. And I'm glad we did.

He has a new cd out Venus in Overdrive. The music wasn't bad at all. Rockin', with reggae and blues mixed together. They were really good. Of course he had to play his old songs, which were just as good as they ever were, ending with Jesse's girl. Which really rocked out.

If he comes to any of your fairs, pay the money and go see him. I enjoyed it. He's not Hanson. But, he didn't disappoint.

Ronnie Kroell and Megan

Make me a supermodel Ronnie Kroell and Megan.

We went downtown yesterday to Market days in Boystown. I love Boystown.
Market days is just a bunch of booths, bands, bars and lots of food vendors all crowded together
in about a three or four block area. We walked past the booth and tent set up for MiniBar and Megan spotted Ronnie. She also spotted him at the Gay Pride Parade first. We went up to him and asked if we could take his picture. He was so charming and funny. We must have talked with him for at least ten minutes before he was drug away to do other things.

Fair Pics

Awww. They wuv each other. One of ours and one from the next pen.

Patrick showing one of his pigs. The bandage around his elbow...he was knocked down by three pigs running down an aisle. Luckily he wasn't more hurt. He's fine.

Sam.

This is Sam. He was the five week old puppy that was found last March. He's getting big. He's filthy in this picture he had just rummaged through my trash bag full of vacuum cleaner gunk that I had just dumped out of the vacuum. lol. He came out with streaks of dust and dirt all over him.
He's great in the tub though. He'll just lay down and let you wash him all over.

A submission call.

I've been asked to post this on behalf Jack Fritscher. A dear friend of the late Larry Townsend. I would be honored.



Call for Submission

"Untitled Larry Townsend Memorial Anthology"

He Who Dies with the Most Column Inches Wins. When the prolific and
beloved and controversial pioneer activist of leather politics and
leather literature Larry Townsend passed July 28, 2008, the legend
became myth. The new anthology The Untitled Larry Townsend Memorial
Anthology invites personal and professional manuscripts from anyone
who has a reminiscence or analysis of Larry Townsend's impact on
leather heritage, on Drummer magazine, and on their own personal
leathersex lives, on gay popular culture, etc. The extraordinary
concept is to memorialize Larry Townsend as a person as much as an
author. Proposing a Leatherfolk anthology similar to the classic book
by Mark Thompson (1990), Mark Hemry, an intimate friend of Larry
Townsend, has poised his Palm Drive Publishing to produce for Spring
2009, a collection of writing and photographs and drawings
memorializing Larry Townsend for the force he was in helping people
exit the leather closet, enjoy legitimate gay literature with leather
and BDSM and futuristic themes, and be safe and sane in their S&M and edge play, etc. Articles can be positive or affirmatively negative.

Submissions may have been published before in any medium.

Full Disclosure So You Know Where You Stand: A suitable contract will
be signed for all editions paper and electronic of the book. Editing,
other than for grammatical clarity of sense, may be suggested for any
submission but not without permission of the author. Manuscripts will
mostly be "published as received." Therefore, authors are counseled to
say exactly what they want to say cleanly and perfectly in their
final-final and very proofed copy. (You are the keeper of your own
literary reputation, and can re-publish your work at will citing the
title of the "Larry Townsend
Anthology.") Contributors of writing and photography and art work, who
must sign that they own their own copyright, will keep ownership of
their own copyright.

"Honorarium Payment" is five copies of this historically important
anthology.

Deadline: December 1, 2008

Publisher Mark Hemry is accepting for consideration: Diverse Opinions
in Personal Essays about Larry Townsend; Interviews of Larry Townsend;
Pop Culture and Academic Articles on Larry Townsend or on Any of His
Novels or Fiction or Nonfiction; GLBT and Leather-Heritage Historical
Essays on How Townsend's Influence Molded Leather History; Incisive
Character-Catching Poetry about Larry Townsend; Reviews of His Books;
Analysis of Themes, Archetypes, Language in the Writing of Larry
Townsend's Fiction and Nonfiction, Especially The Leatherman's
Handbook; Significant Letters to and by Larry Townsend; even Fantasy One-Act Plays of, Say, "My Dinner with Mr.
Townsend" That Capture Something about His Character and Influence; as
well as Photographs and Drawings. Authors are encouraged to be
inventive in capturing the truth and controversy of Larry Townsend.

Email submissions to Mark Hemry at mark@palmdrivepublishing.com

Please put "Larry Townsend" in the subject line.

Payment: Five copies of published book.

R.I.P LARRY TOWNSEND.

I've never had the pleasure of meeting the man, but I still enjoyed all of his work. And he will be missed. I have several books autographed by him to me and I do treasure them. It is a sad day.


Mr. Townsend died on July 29, 2008 due to complications from pneumonia. He passed quietly with family members by his side at Cedars Sinai Hospital. He was 77.

"Larry Townsend was the pseudonymous author of dozens of books including Run Little Leather Boy (1970) and The Leatherman´s Handbook (1972) at pioneer erotic presses such as Greenleaf Classics and the Other Traveler imprint of Olympia Press. Growing up as a teenager of Swiss-German extraction in Los Angeles a few houses from Noel Coward and Irene Dunne, he ate cookies with his neighbor Laura Hope Crews who was Aunt Pittypat in Gone with the Wind. He attended the prestigious Peddie School, and was stationed as Staff Sergeant in charge of NCOIC Operations of Air Intelligence Squadrons for nearly five years with the US Air Force in Germany (1950-1954). Completing his tour of duty, he entered into the 1950s underground of the LA leather scene where he and Montgomery Clift shared a lover. With his degree in industrial psychology from UCLA (1957), he worked in the private sector and as a probation officer with the Forestry Service. He began his pioneering activism in the politics of gay liberation in the early 1960s. In 1972, as president of the `Homophile Effort for Legal Protection´ which had been founded in 1969 to defend gays during and after arrests, he led a group in founding the H.E.L.P. Newsletter, the forebear of Drummer (1975). As a writer and photographer, he was an essential eyewitness of the drama and salon around Drummer in which his novels were often excerpted. His signature "Leather Notebook" column appeared in Drummer for twelve years beginning in 1980, and continued in Honcho to Spring 2008. His last novel, TimeMasters, was published April 2008." This new thumbnail biography, approved and updated by Larry Townsend, is reprinted from the leather-heritage book Gay San Francisco: Eyewitness Drummer which, published June 20, 2008.


Books:
The silver jubilee edition commemorating the 25 anniversary of the leathermans handbook.
The leathermans handbook 11
The sexual adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
Ask Larry.
Masters Counterpoints: the classic gay suspense novel.
Master of Masters.
Dream Master and other SM stories.
A slaves gambit.
The Hounds of Hell and other SM stories.
The Long Leather Cord.
The scorpius equation.
Kiss of Leather
Leather Ad: M.
One for the Master two for the fool. A Bruce MacLead mystery.
Run little leather boy.
The case of the severed head.
Beware the Gog who Smiles
The Faustus Contract.
Chains
Run little leather boy and companion sequel Run no more.