What I Am Reading ~ Blade T. Bannon: My Mentor My Guide
March 3, 2008
My Mentor My Guide by Blade T. Bannon
From: The Nazca Plains Corporation
Now this my friends is what is called a hot Gay BDSM book cover.
Please note the lack of any long hair and the presence of body hair, leather, cigars, jock straps, boots, chain collars and the obvious enjoyment of the models involved who do not look they have ended up at a dentist appointment.
Think of this as a goal. Something we should strive to emulate in our eBooks. Remember: Mary it takes a fairy to make things pretty. Or… at least attempt to find some relatively decent porn stars damn it.
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Oh my. This doesn’t look like much of a romance, Teddypig. Hehe. Holy Moly. I’m sputtering.
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I don’t know. I think romance can come out of some great sex.
Oh, is it about the subject matter? Older and younger men? OK, I have been dating older men since I was 18, my first lover was like 41. I never could stand the flighty young kids my own age. So the subject matter is not shocking to me at least. Jason is the first youngish guy I have ever fallen in love with he was born in 1971.
Amen. G is younger than me (one month) but, er, his incredible black hair is shot through with silver now and that’s so effin hot I can’t stand it. And look at you. All robbing the cradle like.
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Would you believe we never even talked about age for the first few weeks so I had no idea Jason was 8 years younger than me. He moved in by the end of the month since he kept ending up in my bed every night since the first day we met.
Oops, did I ever tell you I was a whore?
Beards Do Not Do It for me (personal kink, sorry Teddy). Otherwise, yeah, that’s pretty hot.
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Some day, over a martini, I’ll tell you the story of me and G. Let’s just say it started at a college party and it ended at a shot gun wedding. I have no problem with L(ust)ove at first sight.
You whore.
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Oh Jules, don’t come to San Francisco this year. All the gay kids are doing the long ass droopy goat now. In fact so many are doing it I went for the seventies porn star stache instead.
I hate trends.
Oh no, not the porn star tache!
I just can’t take the porn star tache seriously, especially in blond for some reason. And hysterical giggling isn’t really conducive to arousal. I may have to add this to my “do not want” list for cover art. But the droopy goatee is worse.
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The fist day you met. Hmmm. Perhaps that is telling me just a bit TMI. You’ve reminded me that I perform a useful function for gay guys when they intro me to their new bed friends. I ask things like what do you do for a living? What books do you like? What the hell is your full name? Stuff I think the other guy should know.
You also reminded me of a female friend I know who said she got stuck on one particular age range for men. It caused her a lot of trouble when she was 15 and liked men who were 32. It caused her even more trouble when she was 52 and liked men who were 32.
fist? See, even with a spell checker dang it.
No fists though. I don’t hang with men who hit their partners in anger. I like aggressive men, I like forceful men, hell I like men who don’t own a suit and have been known to start brawls in Gay bars but they come at me physically in anger and I am so out of there. On the other hand, if you piss me off I have been known to throw things. That’s when Jason learned the difference between me being typically snide or snarky and me getting angry while washing dishes, the makeup sex was great though.
Listen, some people just have a more focused set of turn ons. Age difference can be a turn on as much as dick size and Pendleton shirts and jock straps. If it causes trouble then do what I do and choose to have a huge horrid fling with someone who does nothing for you in that area. I bet, much like I found, you will be dumping that relationship like dirt and getting back to what turns you on.
Oh, yeah. Was thinking fisting.
My good friend asked me once if my DH was ever abusive — the man is big, angry and LOUD and she thinks I’m not…maybe it’s all comparative. I stared at her. The closest we got there was when I eyed the kitchen knives meaningfully a few times, but he has a good sense of self-preservation when the chips are down. She later said now that she knows us better she realizes the DH has a lot more to worry about from me than the other way around. That’s probably true. But I realize that might not be the first impression. :)
For those of you who do not know Jason is this tall, tall, bearded, young redneck with a big old southern North Carolina drawl on him. I am the short, quiet one he calls “the barnacle”.
Jason and I were in commuter traffic on the Bay Bridge one day. Jason has this big huge old rusty Ford flat bed dually truck. This genius in a brand new Toyota pickup truck decided he was gonna cut us off and Jason was a little slow on the stopping.
So mushy brand new Toyota pickup truck backside.
The owner marches out and starts yelling at Jason implying he hit him instead of the other way around. This made the pig very very angry.
So I started commenting rather loudly that Toy Boy could never had afforded a truck like that himself and Toy Boy’s sugar daddy was gonna be really upset that the pretty pickup truck got dented by an idiot who needed to learn not to cut people off in traffic. The guy started to argue with me.
Ah yes, Toy Boy’s second gigantically stupid mistake. I pointed out loudly the paint marks plainly on the SIDE of his shiny plastic pickup truck showed his stupidity to anyone who knew the difference between a rear end accident and a side swipe. There was barely any indication on the rusty old flat bed Ford which pissed off Toy Boy even more.
I spun and I spun and the poor little idiotic Toy Boy just got more and more emotional (Jason kept muttering you better watch it he might get violent. I muttered back and what a slap fight?) and Toy Boy insisted we wait around for a policeman which in San Francisco for a fender bender is just not gonna happen. Anyway, so when a cop did show up to find out WHY we were still sitting there blocking traffic Toy Boy exploded frothing at the mouth ranting and raving.
The cop took one look at the situation and waved for us to leave as we swung by Toy Boy was still yelling at the cop. Jason turned to me with a grin and said your good. Yeah, he forgot to even get our insurance the fool. Sugar Daddy is gonna be soooo pissed.
I wish I could find some snide or witty remark to post. My brain is drawing a blank.
OH MY!
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Just passing through. This is oddly compelling. I don’t know why.
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