I want very badly to let Fred Phelps’ death pass unremarked upon, mostly because of how I imagine it would aggravate the crotchety old attention whore. But he spent so much of his energy foisting himself onto the queer consciousness, I feel like saying my piece will help me send his bullshit karmically packing along with the rest of him.
If the frightened and tight-hearted bigots of Westboro have taught us anything, it is that not every death is a tragedy. The passing of Fred Phelps is not a loss to the American Community, the Brotherhood of Man, nor even, according to what I have read, to most of his family — a legacy, it is tempting to speculate, on which he might have hoped to improve. He chose the burden of hate that he lugged through this life, and he can take it with him when he goes — he neither needs nor, frankly, warrants any from me. I wish him a more forgiving god than he would ever have wished for any of us, though still I hope he planned ahead and packed mostly for exceptionally warm weather.
It seems that Westboro doesn’t believe in funerals for its members, which I find a hilariously convenient tenet of their “faith.” I’m annoyed that there won’t be a funeral for the most famous funeral-crasher since Harold and Maude, but not for the reason you might expect (or for that matter that I would have expected of myself). The only thing that was ever sacred to this man, his megalomaniacal family, or their quasi-political fund-raising-organization-masquerading-as-church was media attention, and the most fitting send-off I can imagine would be for the number of vociferous, sign-waving picketers at his own going away party — be they from military families or the gay community or families or victims of the numerous tragedies he sought to exploit or just the fair-minded community at large — to total Zero. Continue reading
Posted in Life, Pride
- Tagged Fred Phelps, gay, God hates no one, LGBTQ, not every death is a tragedy, queer, reckoning, the Brotherhood of Man, the burden of hate, Westboro
If this all sounds familiar, it’s hopefully because you remember this post from last year, and not because all my posts about flying sound the same (although I suppose that would be its own commentary on the nature of the gig these days…). I’m reposting this Rhapsody in Blue and Green about my favoritest of all airports for the benefit of those among you who may wonder why (or, for that matter, how) I set my upcoming erotic romance almost entirely on Vancouver International Airport property. You Again? is a short, sexy love story about When Henry Met Zack that gets kinda hot kinda right away. Sure, to the casual reader, it’s about sex, it’s about expectations, and it’s about beauty and the eye of the beholder. But if it’s True Romance you’re looking for, remember: Greater love hath no man than a flight attendant for his favorite airport.
When last I featured a City Code Snapshot, it was of our isolated airport layover in Houston. I am a frequent and vocal critic of — OK, whiner about — lengthy airport layovers and their high boredom factor, as you will by now have noticed. Thus I feel like there is a certain amount of poetic justice in the fact that my very favorite of all airport layovers — the one for which I single-mindedly bid to the exclusion of any other factor, and for which I shamelessly whore myself on the trade board — is in one of the most glittering and glamorous cities in North America.
I don’t care if I never see downtown Vancouver on a layover again, as long as we continue to luxuriate in these posh airport digs, and from me that’s pretty big talk. The five-star hotel is not just attached to the airport, but is perched feet from the USA Departures terminal, and the view from the relaxation chamber that other hotels might try to pass off as a mere “room” is very often of the airplane that has delivered you there. But not to worry: if this reminder of your fast-approaching a.m. departure threatens to foul your mood, the blinds are easily closed, noiselessly and automatically, at the push of a button beside your comfy bed. Continue reading
Posted in City Code Snapshots, Flying Life, New Releases, Reblogs, Stuff I Write
- Tagged A Mister Stewardess Feature!, airport layovers, bubble baths, Henry, JMS Books, layovers, Mr. Bacon, polyglot people watching, the Glamour, Vancouver, You Again?, YVR, Zack
Valentine’s Day is over, St. Patrick’s day is still weeks away, and unless you’re in Rio or New Orleans (or the liquor store by my house, which was decorated very festively for the occasion), you probably don’t have a whole lot going on for Mardi Gras — let’s face it, there’s something of a celebratory slump this time of year. Hell, my vacation ends on Wednesday, a month of flying all-nighters begins, and that’s certainly nothing to jump up and down about.
But take heart — don’t repurpose those party hats just yet: Read an Ebook Week on Smashwords starts today, ushering in an entire week of big savings at “the world’s largest distributor of indie ebooks.” My novels, Kiss Me, Straight and Crazy Like Fox have RSVP’d to the party, and will be on sale for 75% OFF all week long (March 2-8). And did you know: you don’t have to have a Kindle or a Nook to read Ebooks — you can get them in formats that you can read on your regular old computer or even on your phone! (Smashwords will have to help you with that, though — I only use my phone these days for getting my ass kicked by an old high school crush at Words with Friends.) (He’s 42 — not so old…)
I have more Ebooks coming at you soon: a short erotic romance-slash-mash note from me to the Vancouver Airport called You Again? comes out in April, and I’m ecstatically pleased to announce the release of my novel-length Doofus and the Drag Queen romance Love Has Reasons in June. Don’t fret, there will be loads more info about these two items, especially as cover art becomes available, but in the meantime, if you have some catch-up to do on my catalogue (or just want to load up your E-Reader with independent authors), save save save! at Smashwords this week. Then pour yourself a cup of coffee or a glass of wine, curl up in your fave reading nook with your E-Reader and your elaborate feathered headdress, and party on!