In light of the Boston Marathon bombing and the explosion in West Texas, both of which took many lives I thought I would post this piece from MSN which TJ sent to cheer me up. Now we’ll all enjoy these pictures:
After my post two weeks ago I thought we all deserved some fun, maybe kicking a few tires ….. in other words, SAMMY! A party in someone’s pants, as in A BIG BLOW OUT!! So I asked the little wench to write something raunchy, and did she ever deliver. Don’t ever say I’m not kind and generous.
Ah where to begin…such an adventure we had…but perhaps it is best to start with what happened right after Wave invited me to post this little story.
The nominations are in for Favorite M/M Author 2012! Thanks to 94 readers who responded, shout-outs to 50 authors were made — veterans and newbies alike. From that list, the top five in number of nominations made it to this round and are as follows:
Happy New Year! Aunt Lynn here, sitting in my kitchen, sipping a soy chai latte, faithful Muggs by my side…and thinking about supper. For some people today is about football; others it is a day of making resolutions; still others it’s about getting rid of the hangover from last night’s revelry. For me, it’s about food, which is pretty typical.
I may live in Berkeley, but I am a Pittsburgh girl through and through. My extended family always got together on New Year’s Day to have a meal of pork and sauerkraut, a Pennsylvania tradition for good luck in the coming year (the pig’s rooting signifying moving forward). It’s funny, we always did Italian stuff for the other hols, but for January 1, we went Dutch/German/Slovak.
Last year you all had great fun voting for your favourite M/M author. Josh Lanyon won as your favourite M/M author for 2011 by a landslide. Now it’s time to vote again and unfortunately Josh is not eligible because he won last year, so this means that someone else has a chance to shine. It’s hard to beat Josh if he’s in any competition so the other authors have a huge chance to make an impact.
The nominations are now open and there are no rules except that the author must write male/male romance. It doesn’t matter how long your nominees have been writing in the genre or if they occasionally write in other genres, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the eventual winner will be someone who writes M/M exclusively or at least whose major output is in M/M.
So who will be crowned this year’s winner? You, the readers will decide because only readers can vote.
Please leave your nominations in the comments to this post and we will keep the contest open for 2 weeks. The top 5 nominees in terms of votes from readers will move on to the voting where you will elect a new champion.
Nominations are now open and will close at midnight EST on January 14, 2013. You can only nominate one author unless your nominees are part of a writing team. If you nominate more than one author we will choose the first name on your list as your nominee.
Last week I invited bloggers to write a Christmas essay that was unusual, and did I ever luck out when author Lisa Henry responded. I read her post and it was a winner all the way. I’m sure you will agree with me even if you enjoy cold weather at Christmas. How about some meat sizzling on the barbie and lying on the beach, OR flicking mosquitoes????
Beach Xmas Tree
Have you ever noticed how so many Christmas cards have pictures of snow and sleds and rosy-cheeked children? That’s false advertising for a good half of the world, let me tell you. The only reason the kids are rosy-cheeked at Christmas around my neck of the woods is sunburn.
I live in north Queensland, Australia. At Christmas, our only options are stinking hot and humid, or monsoonal rain (followed immediately by stinking hot and humid. With added mosquitoes). It’s strange to me that the whole White Christmas myth is still so pervasive here, given that we’ve had over two hundred years of European settlement to realise that it’s just not going to happen. Maybe the English who first arrived were just resistant to change. I like to imagine it went something like this:
This is the second of our Christmas essays and they couldn’t be more different. I decided to go with two because they were both wonderful representations of the holiday season that most of us don’t experience here in North America. I hope you enjoy Karin’s memories.
When Wave put a call out for someone to write a little Christmas essay, I was both intrigued and daunted. It’s been years since I’ve had to write an essay, to the point where I’m not even sure how to write one anymore. Still, I was compelled to try, especially when Wave explained she wanted to hear about favorite Christmas memories. Now those, I have. Not specifically for one Christmas, but more the season as a whole during a chapter of my life.
Very few of you who’ll read this know me. I am, after all, no published author (though a few who roam the “halls of Twilight fanfic” might recognize me). I’m just one of you: a reader and follower of this awesome site. So, let me start off with a very brief introduction beyond the above. I’m Dutch, though I live in the USA. Now, as you may or may not know, the Dutch do not celebrate Christmas as you do in the States. Oh, over the years we’ve adopted much of the holiday, but mainly it’s Sinterklaas that’s celebrated, especially for kids. At least, such was the case back when I grew up. I’m certain things have… changed, since then.
When Stephani and Cody Hecht told me they were going on RuPaul’s Drag Race cruise I asked them to put together a short post with photos, and now you get to enjoy their cruise without paying:
Stephani, Cody and Alexis Mateo Bam!
During the entire cruise I found myself comparing it to GayRomLit. The good: Almost all of the Queens were open and so nice. They hung out with everybody and were always willing to pose for pictures, much like the authors at GRL. The bad: The coordinators of the cruise could really use a lesson in organization and tact from Ethan, Damon, Carol and the rest of the GRL team.
What do you get the folks who don’t need anything?
Last week, Wave asked me if I wanted to post something and since we’re all staring down the barrel of the holidays and I’ll wager about half of you haven’t finished acquiring gifts for your various people, I figured this was an opportune moment to share a piece of wisdom someone gave me when I first got to New York City. The biggest problem each year is the gifts for the people you care about but don’t know well. Americans feel honor-bound to exchange presents, but we often don’t have enough information to identify a present that doesn’t…well…suck.
I’m not talking about gifts for kids, who are relatively easy to shop for because their dreams need to be limitless. I’m not talking about family, because anyone you don’t know well enough to choose wisely shouldn’t be getting a random meaningless gift to apprise them of your disinterest. It’s important to remember that the average New York apartment is the size of a postage stamp, so useless crap is not a source of joy and gratitude, consequently gifts and their giving are an annual source of agita and despair ’round these parts. For my money, a present should always be something distinctive which the recipient didn’t know they needed or would never splurge on for themselves.
I’m going to let y’all in on a little known secret in Manhattan gift-giving for hipsters: Dildos and charity…
Aunt Lynn here, dealer, wrangler, Randy whip-cracker and queen-bee of all things giveaway here on Reviews by Jessewave. As you probably know, Wave may have started this whole thing four years ago as an outlet for her reviews when she had difficulty posting elsewhere as she wanted, but over that time it’s really all become about YOU: the reader, author, visitor to the Site That Exploded (well, not literally, of course, but you get it – we became damn busy).
[Please read the entire post before commenting as this ain't your average giveaway ]
It’s been a while since I wrote a fun post and I’ll bet you can’t wait to see what suggestions I have for your shopping trip to outfit that special man in your life during the holidays. I think the secret to a well dressed man is not what you can see, but the mystery of what’s underneath, after all, his outer garments only give a mere hint of the real man – it’s just window dressing. I’m starting this shopping trip off with a pumpkin martini which should make going through my selections very pleasurable. The more you drink, the higher you’ll get and the less concerned you will be about cost.