Deckerotica

The story for August is now posted and ready for reading. An old friend once referred to the homoage, as in homage. Since then, I have found this to be something I have kept in mind. This is also a very apt word for characterizing August’s story, which is obviously inspired by Andrew Holleran’s novel Dancer from the Dance. My homoage is titled Dancer in the Dance.

Here’s an excerpt from one of my favorite passages:

“Night after night, I imagined him falling on top of me and grinding with me in the garden: the weight of his body on mine, his chest wet with sweat, his hands caked with dirt, and my lips and hips rising up to meet him. Instead, after these evenings and back at home, I would sit alone in bed, picturing this scene as I touched myself. As seeds go, I spent a generation’s worth pleasuring myself with thoughts of him. My response to the guys on the swim team had long since shown me I was gay. However, this, my garden romance, was not about actualization; it was about communion. So evening after evening, whenever the façade of laughter presented itself in the veiled safety of our garden, I dropped to my knees before him.”

Read the complete story at Dancer in the Dance.

An old friend once referred to the homoage, as in homage. Since then, I have found this to be something I have kept in mind. This is also a very apt word for characterizing August’s story, which is obviously inspired by Andrew Holleran’s novel Dancer from the Dance.

Here’s an excerpt from one of my favorite passages:

“Night after night, I imagined him falling on top of me and grinding with me in the garden: the weight of his body on mine, his chest wet with sweat, his hands caked with dirt, and my lips and hips rising up to meet him. Instead, after these evenings and back at home, I would sit alone in bed, picturing this scene as I touched myself. As seeds go, I spent a generation’s worth pleasuring myself with thoughts of him. My response to the guys on the swim team had long since shown me I was gay. However, this, my garden romance, was not about actualization; it was about communion. So evening after evening, whenever the façade of laughter presented itself in the veiled safety of our garden, I dropped to my knees before him.”

Check back around the first of the month to read the complete story.

This is a video of the A House right now, so let’s get our dance on.

Very Hitchcockian, here’s a pic of what had to be thousands upon thousands of moths circling in the lights of the Ptown Monument. It’s  a bit hard to see, so I made this pic as large as I could.

The funniest bit won with Jesus takes the Wheel. Mona More was hysterical as usual.

Varla was a very funny co-host despite the dust.

Heading to the A House, the latest venue for Showgirls, which is Ryan Landry’s weekly drag cum talent show.  I bought my ticket today at the venue. I walked into the Little Bar to ask about ticket sales. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in the club watching Ryan rehearse. Once he was done, folks were able to ask him where the ticket sales box was. Things are always kinda hard to find in the darkness of A House.

Coming this fall, Deckerotica will host a continuing serial, so if you like an episodic narrative, check back when the New England weather cools. Meanwhile, Decker is busy developing this project.

Walking off the beach at the end of the July 4th fireworks, my friends and I encountered a bit of Ptown random, which is always fun. Any who, there was a guy who was juggling flaming balls. I did not get a video of it, but later, he also spit liquor at them to throw a bit of flame around. As you can hear, the crowd loved it.

Finally, the story for July is posted, and Falling is ready for reading. This story has haunted me for years in a way most don’t. Perhaps, its aboutness exceeds my word-smithing abilities. Whatever the case, Falling has been and remains to be one of the harder stories for me to work with. This partly explains why it was posted late as I struggled to give the narrative the time investment it required. Antony Gormley’s Falling Man makes a nice visual pairing with this story and my experience writing it:

Nonetheless, while reviewing it during editing, I was frequently hit with an odd feeling of rightness like I had nailed the thing with wording here/there. Moreover, at times, Falling feels conductive to me, for there are moments where what I am reading courses with the same feeling behind the word selection and such. This is kind of rare, but it is my constant for gauging if what I am writing is worth writing or not. While rare, if I cannot obtain this kind of access at least to some degree with a story, then it is not as much a narrative as a story to me. I tend to leave the stories in my notebook.

That aside, Falling fits on the romance point of my sexual realism triangle. It is a story of memory and desire, and the union of the two in reunion. Here’s one of my favorite passages:

“As the two men locked eyes, the past slipped into the present as the present slid into the past. This folding of time marked the continuity of their reciprocal desire. With this feeling yet wondering how he could have become so separated from something that was so clearly right, David explored Geoff with an increasingly abandoned relish.”

Read the complete story at Falling.

I am returning to editing today, so “Falling” should be posted before long.  However, I thought to post the Ptown fireworks finale. If you look to the lower horizon just to the left of the fireworks, the orange orb you see is the moon.  It was hovering just over the wharf horizon. It actually looked red to the naked eye.

The many headed life hydra has been keeping me too busy to process anything, so July’s story will be posted a week late. I am just not into posting a story that is not as polished as I want it. Meanwhile, here’s some pics and a video of the finale float from the Ptown July 4th parade:

A bit of patriotic drag.

This was my favorite vehicle in the parade; it is from the Ptown airport.

Below is a video of the finale float with Miss Richfield.