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The Grabbys

Posted: May 30, 2011 in Gay Porn, Personal

In my last blog post, I mentioned that I would be in the hospital last week. Everything went very well, and it looks like things may be smooth sailing from here *crosses fingers*. Being in the hospital last week meant that I was unable to attend the Grabbys here in Chicago with my friends @_Absynthe and @Blaculicious who sent tons of images and a play by play of the fun so that I could live vicariously. 🙂

With their permission, I’m sharing images from some of their exploits this weekend and all I have to say is… I can’t wait until next year.

We’ll start with the man that I would be most interested to meet – Tony Buff.  @_Absynthe linked me to his work Industrial Encounters, and I have to say that I’m intrigued.

Next, we’ll go with Kennedy Carter because even if I’d never seen a scene with him in it, he’s easily one of my favorite guys. Funny, charming, and sweet – all of my friends who have met him say the same thing – he’s a hell of a nice guy.

And now to Parker Perry – I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more gorgeous more natural picture of a guy.

And he seems very fond of Donny Wright… 

Wow – I almost didn’t recognize Brent Corrigan.
Last, but certainly not least – porn’s favorite power couple: Samuel Colt and Chris Porter

There are other images, some pretty explicit, but they may have people in them who aren’t models. I’ll let them post their own images on the internet.

So that rumors don’t run rampant around Twitterville, I thought I would go ahead and address this in a blog post. Tuesday, I will be going into the hospital and will be unavailable for a couple of weeks.

Should complications arise, I have given access to my various media outlets to my friend @_absynthe who will communicate with you if it were to become necessary.

What will this mean going forward?
The Little Boy Lost series will continue, I’m hoping to keep it is as close to the established schedule as possible. The third book, Little Boy Lost: Vanished will be published July 18th, and the fourth book is currently in process. I will not be able to put out as much free fiction, or short stories as I have this year. Writing novels and publishing for you will remain in my top three as far as priorities go, but the amount of time I will have to devote to it will diminish and be shifted to my health because I also continue to have a full-time career.

Thank you for your thoughts during this time, and I will see you in a couple of weeks.

“A series of racy romance novels by an author named Judy Mays are a little too racy for some parents in our area, especially now that they have discovered the woman known as Judy Mays is teaching their children.

Many parents might admire a high school English teacher who is also a published author, but some parents in Snyder County said what their children’s teacher is writing about in her spare time might be a little too hot to handle.”

Original Story:

My response:

This story was slanted completely against a dedicated teacher by small minded people. I was wondering if you planned to even out the story with opinions from people who either don’t care what their kid’s English teacher does in their spare time, or applaud the woman for keeping her skills practiced and up-to-date.
I write erotic novels. What I write has absolutely nothing to do with my day job just as it has nothing to do with hers. It’s not like she sits and writes salacious scenes while her kids are taking an exam. It is ludicrous to assume that one activity encroaches on another, or that her students will be harmed in any way by something that has nothing to do with them.
My civics teacher taught us that news reporting is an unbiased account of events in the search for truth. Apparently, your English teacher has a better grasp on her subject than he did on his.

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Muffled Screaming

Posted: April 25, 2011 in Personal
Recently, I’d seen a movie recommended as a gay love story on Netflix. The main characters were cute, sweet teenage boys finding themselves and each other, so I dropped it in my queue and it arrived over the weekend. Last night, I watched it and found myself utterly horrified. It wasn’t a bad movie, but the realism and shock at the end made me drop it back into its little red envelope and throw it none too gently into the mailbox for its return journey.
The main body of the movie is about two teenage boys – one a straight senior and the other a gay freshman. For those who need a refresher, that would make them about 17 and 13 respectively. As the story progresses, you begin to notice the fact that the freshman boy, who has developed a crush on his senior study partner, is being sexually abused by his father. This revelation is heart breaking enough as the boy uses twine to create a kind of alarm so that he can escape before the older man climbs in bed with him. While the boy is hanging out with his crush, who incidentally is exploiting the boy’s feelings for sex, another of the older guy’s friends develops an unfriendly interest. He watches the interactions between the boy and his older friend.
At the end of the story, the boy goes camping with his older friend, the unfriendly guy, and a third boy who is also older. While the boy and his friend are in their tent, he pleases his friend orally to which the older boy says “Does it bother you that I don’t do things like that back?” which shows all too clearly how he is taking advantage of his thirteen-year-old friend. The story culminates in the unfriendly boy finding out about his friend’s homosexual acts with the younger boy. Separating himself and the younger boy from the other two, he rapes the boy while taunting him about touching his friend.
I was watching the movie late at night and had the sound on, but was using the captions to supplement the dialog. While this thirteen-year-old boy was face down, his hands clinging to a blanket screaming and crying while the older boy raped him, all that displayed in the captioning was “muffled screaming”. No amount of words could have captured the boy’s fear or anguish at being forced into the receiving end of brutal anal sex. I felt sick as the credits rolled and for the rest of the night, no matter how hard I tried to sleep, all I could see was that boy’s straining hands as he held on to the blanket begging for it to end.
Even though it was only a movie, it happens everywhere – and for what? How does raping an innocent boy prove moral superiority over him because he’s gay?
It’s horrifying and makes me want to just stay in bed with the blankets over my head and never come out again.

Meeting a Gay Courtesan

Posted: April 2, 2011 in Gay Porn, Personal
A few months ago, I met a guy online whom I found endlessly fascinating. Intelligent as well as educated, his blog and twitter posts captured my interest and I found myself striking up a dialogue with him. As a self-published author, I was flattered when he asked me to guest post for his blog but I have to admit, I was shocked when he asked me to lunch. Had we been standing next to each other in person, I’m sure I’d have looked around to see who he was talking to. A shy geeky software developer, and a girl to boot. Why on earth would Devon Hunter want to have lunch with me?
But…I agreed.
I DM’d him my cell phone number on Twitter, believing that he would “be too busy” or “catch malaria” when the time came, so I didn’t think much else about it. Then, the texts started to come. He had arrived in Chicago on Thursday and decided to go to an art gallery during the morning, from which he sent me beautiful images of some artwork he’d love to have. We sent message back and forth all day long. To be honest, the idea that he would share those things with me made me feel special.
Friday morning came, and we talked about where we would meet. At first, I suggested Lou Malnatti’s because it’s as much a Chicago institution as Wrigley Field or Lake Shore Drive. But alas, his voice wasn’t up to a crowded restaurant after screaming himself hoarse at the Janet Jackson concert a few nights earlier. I thought for sure he would cancel.  Instead, we decided on a quieter restaurant.
Still texting back and forth, we arrived at Kinzie Chop House which is a wonderful place on Kinzie and Wells near the Merchandise Mart. After he’d been so kind, and so welcoming to me, I wanted to take him someplace special.
I had already been seated when he arrived, and felt a little silly sitting with a copy of my book looking out the window like a lost puppy. But then, he was there and he was as beautiful in person as his profile pictures would lead you to believe. Because he is a warm and friendly southern man, the first thing he did was hug me which helped to put my nervousness in the back of my mind. Then, he held out his hand and introduced himself, and I laughed. From that moment until our lunch finished nearly two hours later, he was charming and funny. We talked about everything from blogs to escorting to the Panthers not being able to hit any homeruns in order to get into the World Cup. Rather than feeling awkward because of what some may consider his celebrity status, it was like talking to a guy you’ve known all of your life.
So, if you read a few of his reviews and they mention how incredibly personable Devon is and how he can put you at ease simply with the power of his conversation; believe it because it’s a perfect description.
Devon Hunter’s Blog – An Online Diary of a Gay Courtesan

An Open Letter…

Posted: March 4, 2011 in Personal

Friends –

As we embark on this next leg of our journey together, I wanted to take a moment to stop and say thank you. Most of you know by now that I have moved from strictly self-publication to more traditional publishing. At present, I have seven pieces contracted which will be released over the next year.  I have no plans to submit The Forbidden Room series to any publisher in any form.  Community Service and any other stories that are written about Ethan and Jayden will continued to be handled solely by me. If you’ve read the series, you understand that Ethan is not fond of strangers.

Whether you have been with me from the beginning, or have found my stories more recently, thank you so much for taking the time to read, review, recommend, and discuss them.  It is because of you that I have the courage to continue putting my work on the global stage.

I miss those early chat sessions with you. Sitting in a group chat on google, talking about the stories or just anything that came to mind. Your comments and questions were incredibly insightful, showing me where I could improve and helping me to make each story the best that it could be.

Please know that you can always find me for questions, comments, to just to say hi. I couldn’t continue to write on such a scale without you.  I hope to be able to meet and talk with you at GayRomLit in October, but you can always find me online:

Twitter: @JPBarnaby

With deepest appreciation,
J. P. Barnaby

Love Thy Editor

Posted: February 7, 2011 in Personal
 This morning I was reading an article in Writer’s Digest called 25 Ways to Improve Your Writing in 30 Minutes a Day because I hold no illusions that my writing can be improved.  In this article was a quote on style from “an elderly practitioner” which read “Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar”, which I found interesting.  As most of you probably know from different interviews I’ve participated in, my major in college was Physics not English so my working knowledge of grammar and punctuation leaves something to be desired. For me, this results in a fundamental respect for people with that knowledge, especially my editor.
Since I’ve started working with Dreamspinner Press, the editing process for my work has changed in a very positive way.  The books released through the publisher go through not only my personal beta but several levels of editing at Dreamspinner.  Little Boy Lost: Enlightened just finished the second round of editing and the suggestions that the editor made for continuity, timeline, and logic made the book so much better.  For example, the editor caught that I’d had Brian and Jamie sitting across from each other at a lunch table with two other guys across from them.  While technically possible if they were on the end and opposite another table, it isn’t what I’d intended and was able to change it.  I had read that passage dozens of times in my writing, revisiting, and revision and never even thought twice about it.
Being in different author circles for the past year, both amateur and professional, I’ve heard the phrase “those who can’t write, edit”. I don’t share that sentiment at all.  First, my beta is a very talented author who has her own stories and her own fans. One story in particular evokes very powerful emotions in her audience, and her descriptions of setting and mood rival a lot of published authors I’ve read. Second, if it weren’t for editors and their breadth of knowledge and experience, books would still be the working clay model and not the artistic sculptures that they eventually become. In my case, I really hope they’re paid by the misplaced comma because they’d be able to retire.
My take is that I took the clay to mold Brian and Jamie out of my own imagination. It took the right tools, time, and creative energy to make them beautiful. My beta looks them over and with her amazing eye for detail tells me that because of a certain piece, the sculpture is off-balance or that just a bit more clay along this edge would make it perfect. The editors at the publisher, however, take that piece which is the best that my beta and I can make it, and turn it into a finished, fired, glazed work of art.
So, to everyone who has worked on my books – from those that decided my clay was worth showing, to those that help me package it, to those that help me make it worthy of an audience – I sincerely thank you.