Deckerotica

Here’s an excerpt from 9 Holes, which will be posted on Friday, June 1^st:

. . . He is the kind of guy you pass in the mall with a gorgeous girlfriend hanging on his arm, or you see him on the random softball field with a beautiful wife cheering him on from the stands. He is the kind of guy who wears Nike for athletics not aesthetics. Or, you see him in porn in those slick “amateur” videos featuring perfect males ass fucking each other on expensive looking furniture. You know the kind of guy I am talking about: he is perfectly tanned, perfectly toned, perfectly proportioned, perfectly handsome, and perfectly hetero. Jared belonged on the erotic screen of dreams. He was simply too good looking for the streets, this bar, or for me. This is why I was shocked when he came over and offered to buy me a beer . . .

Check  back Friday for the complete story.

Went with friends to see Gian Carlo Menotti’s The Medium at Art House. I went in without expectations as I am generally not a fan of opera. However, I was very pleasantly surprised and enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. It helped that Menotti’s operas are short (one hour) and intended for a popular audience. That said, there was plenty to appreciate for an opera-nube. Varla Jean Merman played Madame Flora very effectively. The casting of a drag queen brought some comedic elements that would have otherwise not been available. The mise en scene was surprisingly well done, and there is much to appreciate in the stage crafting.

An unexpected pleasure came from Edmund Bagnell, who played the mute Toby and the violin to great effect. He is also very pleasing on the eyes, and the director made an artful use of Bagnell’s body in the visual narrative. This impact clearly rippled beyond me as the guys in front of me were undulating with delight. If you want to check it out, do so soon—the show ends June 3^rd.

On the way to pick up a bottle of wine, I encountered Occidental College’s a capella group..  They were pretty amazing. You just never know what you are going to encounter in town.

Awesome, while popping out to pick up tickets to a show, I found Frappo open for business.  Best salads in town.

The weather is simply fantastic today with a decidedly Ptown feel to it. Just ran out to the post office, and I could see another sign of the coming season: the bay is filling with boats. Not sure my camera could capture it, but there was a sailboat just on the other side of Long Point.

Despite a bit of fuss getting here, it has been a great return to Ptown this weekend. This is a pic of some of the stuff to be seen as the town opens for the upcoming season. Yes, Virginia cum Vinnie, there are things to see beyond Front Street, and no, I won’t blow you (more on this in a future post—or story).

Not a keystroke of writing has gotten done, but I don’t really want to start commenting on all that. The fact is between professional and personal demands, this is simply not a time (nor next several months) where much writing is going to get done. While I can manage an easy Hemingway cool, or Renaissance sprezzatura, the fact is, it is not realistic to expect much writing now. That said, I am looking to Robin Williams’ carpe diem to make something productive come from the summer.

It feels odd to use a personal voice while posting. The history of deckerotica.com has not included much in the way of first-person commentary. In fact, Cybersocket noted how the site bypasses “personal musings” in favor of the writing. While this is the ultimate goal of this site, I am endeavoring to find a comfort zone with including a bit more than the writerly self. Fact is, this is what one lives with more than any other persona.

Any who, here’s what I have been seeing, and the writing will come. I have been editing the next story for posting, and I have decided it will be 9 Holes. This is the story that started it all off, so to speak, so be sure to check back for it going live around June 1^st.

The return to Ptown last night was littered with craziness. With all the Boston traffic due to graduations, I had to jump out of my taxi to make a run for the ferry landing. I got there just in time to watch the ferry’s ass end pulling away.  That being the last one, it appeared I would be spending the night in the city.  Then, some friends got me a ticket on a sold out Cape Scare flight. Sometimes it is better not to ask questions, but I do wonder who blew whom to make this happen.  I made a last minute mad dash for the airport, complete with the airline calling to tell me the flight would be leaving early. Any who, I made the flight.  While waiting for my luggage, I walked into the airport to snap this pic, which I think is hysterical.

If you are heading on or off the Cape beware, the bridge has been down to one lane each way.

Just came from Tea Dance, and now, this is the view from here at AfterTea as the tide moves in beneath our feet.

Yes, the Fortune Cookie is open! Another sure sign of the coming season.  They have the best Veggie Lo Mein around.

I happened to be in North Carolina on the evening the state passed a law defining marriage in the state constitution and banning civil unions.  Last night, I also stumbled upon the following obviously state approved license plate.  I guess it comes down to the “right” kind of 69 for State sanctioning.

Well, it’s more like toward a statement on sexual realism.  This post introduces a new page on Deckerotica: Toward Sexual Realism: The Night William Dean Howells Kissed Me.

This page will develop over time, and its goal will be to offer my thoughts about gay erotica and why I write it. You can also check out other thoughts about sex writing from Jeffrey Essmann.