Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Fuck...
Monday, March 31, 2025
Bits and pieces...
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The first time he saw Doyle, Simon'd breath had stopped for who knew how long. Tall. Broad shoulders under a fine gray suit jacket. Yves St. Laurent, he learned later, from the very pricey Frost Brothers. A casual walk along an aisle of dust-ridden paperbacks made even more elegant by the perfection of his legs.
Seen from behind.
When he turned to come back another aisle, a soft pink shirt and flashy tie only enhanced the exquisite features of his face. Ice blue eyes. Lips pursed in just the right way. Clean chin sculpted by the heavens. He had to be an apparition, he was so gorgeous.
He stopped in the action/adventure section of paperbacks and picked up a new copy of Arthur Hailey’s The Moneychangers.
Without thinking, Simon called over, “That’s a good one. He wrote Airport, too.”
Doyle glanced at him and picked up a slightly yellowed copy of that book and held it up for Simon to see. One eyebrow perfectly raised in question.
Simon nodded, feeling completely idiotic.
Doyle brought both over and said, “Haven’t seen the movie.”
“It was on TV, last year. Maybe they’ll show it, again. Will that be all?” Doyle nodded...and Simon noticed his eyes were looking straight at him. “Uh, that’ll four-twenty-eight,” Simon murmured as he slipped the books into a bag.
Doyle paid with a five, saying, “You new?”
“What?”
“Haven’t seen you here, before.”
“Oh. Yeah. Just started. Part-time.” Why did he tell him that?
Doyle nodded, accepting his change. “Still in high-school?”
“No. No, Graduated in May. Started at SAC. San Antonio College.” More stupid words.
But then Doyle looked him over like a cat eyeing a mouse it’s about to have for its dinner, and smiled. “I’m familiar with it. So you work nights?” Simon just nodded. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”
Then he licked his lips, winked, and walked out the door.
And for the next three weeks Simon kept hoping he’d see him walk back in.
Which he did, just before closing, dressed in a fine pullover shirt and tan slacks. It was still too warm for a jacket. He went to the adult magazines and picked through them, finally choosing a Playgirl and ignoring the glances cast his way by a couple of older men in rougher clothing who were pawing a Penthouse.
Then ten o’clock came and Simon told him, “I’m closing, now.”
He’d looked around, smiling. “You here, all alone?”
Simon nodded. “Just for a few hours.”
“Seems dangerous.”
“Nobody’s gonna rob this place. Get maybe fifty bucks.”
“But you’re cute. They might take advantage of you.”
Simon had no answer to that...until Doyle reached over, put a finger through a belt loop in his jeans, and pulled him close. “Is there anyplace they could?”
Simon still had no words, but did manage to motion to a door in the back.
“So maybe lock the door?” said Doyle.
Simon did, and Doyle led him into the back...
Sunday, March 30, 2025
Spooked me...
Walstead, the assistant DA assigned his case to prosecute, talks to him about a deal, which he flat out refuses it. "I've done nothing wrong or illegal and won't say I did just to make your job easier."
He's warned to think about it, because he could go to jail. He goes to the hotel, cleans up, and goes to the client's house, a guy named Northridge, to try and smooth over not showing up, that morning. He only says that something happened and he couldn't make it, but is still willing to o the job.
Turns out Northridge knows he was arrested. It's on the local news. And he uses that to manipulate him into not only making a list of the books, but packing them for shipment. He figures Simon will have to stay in the city for a couple extra days, anyway, to find an attorney and settle other aspects of the arrest.
Northridge also know's Walstead's father, also a lawyer, and warns Simon about how nasty they can be. "They leave me alone and I leave them alone. Best way to handle people like that."
Simon contacts Olivier, the UK dealer he's doing the job for, to say he didn't agree to all of this...but now he's trapped. And this flashes him back to the times Doyle would do the same thing...as did members of his family. Force him to do something he didn't want to do. He thought he was past all that, but his sense of obligation and empathy have roared in, and his self-control is focused on fighting the accusations against him, and he needs all of it.
To be clear, I have never been arrested, for anything. But for years I could be guilt tripped into doing things I didn't want to, and then I'd get resentful for allowing myself to be used. I'd use my love of books to help calm me...like I'm doing with Simon. Retreat into something that can't hurt you.
I can't let myself hold back in this story...but it is digging at me.
Saturday, March 29, 2025
The usual changes...
He's also changed his look, somewhat. I'm using Kyle King's image for Doyle, now. He's got a good expression and Simon wold go for him in a heartbeat. He's also a few years older than Simon, and has a wealthy sugar daddy. So the only reason Doyle would want him is to fuck and be worshiped by.
Until Simon inherits a bit of money from the sale of his grandmother's farm outside Natalia. It's just going to be seven thousand bucks, but that's nearly double a year's wages for him.
Only Doyle winds up with most of it and brutalizes Simon when he wants it back. Simon's younger brother gets some, too, and just ignores his requests for repayment.
That's when he decides to move to Houston and start over. Get away from Doyle and his family. And it works for several years...until Doyle finds him and draws him back in, this time because he's dying from kaposi's sarcoma and has no one to help him.
What's interesting is his experience with Doyle is what makes him strong enough to handle the situation with being arrested. I think. It's still early in the story building process.
More will change, I'm sure.
Friday, March 28, 2025
I'm being kept in line...
It's interesting that's the name the main character chose, in Misdemeanor. Reminds me of the children's game of Simon Says...except my Simon don't want to say a damn thing. He wants to keep his words to himself, because he knows what they will reveal or can lead to. And that is going to be damned hard to keep up throughout the book.
I love working up meaningful dialogues. Sure, I can go overboard and have to pull it back, but it's also one way the characters reveal themselves to me. Show me how they express themselves. I guess that stems from my screenwriting days, when dialogue was everything...and nothing, because the actors would just change it.
But Simon...he's not merely being taciturn. He uses his silence to protect himself. He was in a vicious relationship with a guy named Chris (real name: John James) where just one wrong word could hurt him, and it took him moving to another city to break the cycle with the bastard.
He's like a cat that's hidden in a bush and licking his wounds after a brutal fight that it damn near lost. And he's found that staying there, silent and observant, is the only way he can feel safe. Even though it's been 40 years since Chris died.
A telling moment has come out about him and Chris. As his abuser is slowly being taken by AIDs, Simon cares for him. Sees to it he gets the help he needs. Reads to him. And despite this, Chris is still verbally abusive...until one day, near the end, he says, "You're just doin' this because you wanna see me die, aren't you?"
To which Simon merely replies, "Yes." And leaves it at that. But when Chris does pass into death, Simon grieves...and doesn't understand why. And I'm not sure I want to explain that.
Or can.
Or even if I should.
Thursday, March 27, 2025
Tug of war...
Simon's started that with me. He wants to go left when I'm aiming right in his storyline. I want him to speak...mainly when he's angry and irritated at the other person, but he wants dead silence. Go internal on me, he says. I can think about anything, but I don't share with people. No matter what.
This happened because I'd started writing sections that hit me. Then I arrange them into the story, once I have enough of them. One was a lovely little exchange between Simon and Walstead, set just before the beginning of the trial. Walstead's learned Simon writes gay erotica and it went like this:
Walstead: We need to talk.
Simon: You have nothing to say to me.
I dunno. Been doing some research. You write some pretty intense stuff.
What’ve you read?
I don’t read things like that, so...
So you think you can discuss something about which you know nothing.
The synopses alone tell all I need to know. Kidnapping straight men. Tying them up. Raping them.
You’ve been perusing what’s on Gay Portal. You have to be a member, for access. Was that smart of you, signing up?
I didn’t. I know some gay men, and one had a membership. He’s a pretty mellow guy but even he was freaked out. Said it got brutal in the...how’d he put it...non-con area.
Am I supposed to respond to that in some way?
Makes me kind of wonder if that’s what you planned for Paley.
This is why you need to read the work, not learn about it second hand. If you had, you’d have seen that every one of the men in my stories who’s abused is described as well-built; hair on their chest, legs, arms and belly; middle-thirties; good strong features; and a thick mane on their head. Paley is their polar opposite.
He’s well-built...
He’s a juicer who shaves the hair off his body. Including his pubes.
How do you know that?
Oh, stop it. I specifically note in every story I write that I despise that. It’s like they want to come across like a little boy instead of a man.
Y’know, steroids are illegal. I mean, for muscle enhancement...and without a prescription.
Oh, that’ll prevent its use.
What makes you think he's on them?
Look at his face. His jowls. His skin. How his hair is thinning and his muscles are blown up like balloons. He’s even getting bitch tits. It’s like, if I stuck him with a pin he’d pop.
C’mon, man, you gay guys go for muscles and...
Don’t be insulting.
I can still use the stories against you.
Do you want a list of my work? It’s not just on Gay Portal. There’s Plumbr. BDSM2. My blog on WordPlay has some of the more palatable ones, for you. Oh, and GayTrip. Queer2, too.
You’re pretty cavalier about what these could do to you, in that courtroom.
Did your gay buddies tell you whose name is on them all? Did you think maybe that was why they found them so quickly? Google me and the first one that usually comes up is "The Best Way to Take a Straight Man’s Cherry". It’s been banned a few times. People thought it was a how-to manual.
It’s not?
Again, the main reason you should read my work for yourself. Courtroom’s open. I’m going in.
If we don’t deal, here and now, I’m aiming for jail time.
How the hell did you even get into Harvard Law, let alone graduate and pass the bar? How?
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Walstead's dialogue is a fine start. Keepable, for the most part. But the only line that's important for Simon to say about his writing is, Whose name is on them? That, alone, tells Walstead to fuck off, without the hyperbole.
Wednesday, March 26, 2025
Characters laid out...
Frank Paley, 32, Cop for Barrington Township, Power builder, Straight, he says, tattoos, probable use of muscle enhancers, friends with Brian Walstead.
Olivier Deskin, 56, antiquarian book dealer in London, knowledgeable but prickly, snarky about Simon’s sexual orientation, claiming he’s just joshing.
Tannen Northridge, 72, worth millions, hard to deal with, wife dead, kids gone all over the world, alone in great house, not a book person. Refers Simon to Villiers.
William Villiers, 80, defense attorney, won’t consider trial, just deal. Anything else is a waste of time and effort, and just stupid.
Brian Walstead, 32, Assistant District Attorney, Very good-looking, Divorced, friends with Paley, trying to prove self to father.
Elissa Manville, 30, Walstead’s second chair, Rubenesque but pretty, Boyfriend is not very attentive, has little boy and mother at home to watch him. Sole income.
Vin Tran, 50, owns store where it all starts, doesn’t want to give Simon security tape, thinks will piss off cops.
Judge Alexander Denton, 49, Criminal Court, Distinguished but right wing, Married, 5 daughters, three grandchildren, may be closet case.
Christopher Westridge, deceased in 1984 at age of 27, involved with Simon in mid-70s, gorgeous but cruel to him. Real name? John James. Sociopathic.
Dr. Delon Aristide, 36, PhD in Jurisprudence, Attractive and well-dressed, Married, 2 sons and a daughter.
Raymond Harver, 54, District Attorney, Self-satisfied about self, Married twice, son and daughter from first marriage don’t speak to him. Friends with Brian's father.
Arlon Walstead, 62, powerful lawyer in town, wealthy, used friendship with Harver to help Brian because he thinks Brian is no good on his own.
Georg Garisov, 38, Cop for Barrington, About to become sergeant, Married, three kids.
Angelo Corelli, 26, Cop for Barrington, Good-looking and upright-seeming, Single.
Dominqua Lambert, 34, ACLU Lawyer, recent hire. Pretty and self-assured. Involved with Walstead, on the sly. Anti-gay. Did podcast a few years back under a different name, praising MAGA crap.
ReShawn Greene, 46, Attorney with Kaplan, Halliwell and Greene, Stocky and neatly dressed, Married, three girls, seven grandkids. Decent.
Collier Allendale, 74, Superior Court judge., Tall and stately, Married, two children, two grandchildren, one great-grandchild, level-headed.
Benny Reacher, 23, techie, AKA: Snack Attack. He can fix any phone, computer, electronic stuff, tattoos all over, quirky smiles, read some of Simon’s work. “Wild shit.”
Tuesday, March 25, 2025
The framework begins building...
This is what he's revealed of himself.
Simon Halloran, 69, gay but celibate. Insulted people think he'd make a pass at the juice-junky cop who arrested him. Looks like an older Bing Crosby. Thinning red hair. Slim but not skinny. 5’9” and 155 lbs. Bites nails.Monday, March 24, 2025
Stephen King on writing successfully
This is from 1988...and some is no longer valid. But still good to check out...especially if you've violated 7 of the 12, like I have:
1. Be talented. This, of course, is the killer. What is talent? I can hear someone shouting, and here we are, ready to get into a discussion right up there with “what is the meaning of life?” for weighty pronouncements and total uselessness. For the purposes of the beginning writer, talent may as well be defined as eventual success – publication and money. If you wrote something for which someone sent you a check, if you cashed the check and it didn’t bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented.Sunday, March 23, 2025
Coming together...
I've also worked up a basic idea of how the convenience store is set up, where things get started. A rough sketch but it's just for my visualization, since it plays an important part in the story.
Of course, I'm getting into something I know very little about--the true legal processes involved in escalating a simple misdemeanor into a full-scale legal war. Simon doesn't need to know much about it, but Brian does...well enough to manipulate the law to benefit himself.
I guess I can write it out using what little knowledge I have...from watching LA Law and Law and Order...not to mention Perry Mason, once upon a time. Then go over it with an attorney who handles defense, in court.
There's also the issue of the judge and what standards he or she has to have. What is considered misconduct in criminal court? I know they're usually handled by the issuance of a citation instead of a full-scale arrest...
But the cop needs to actually arrest Simon, making this a bigger deal. Could his claim Simon exposed himself within 600 feet of a school be sufficient cause? Even though it's around midnight?
Oh, man...I have a lot of research to do. See what I can get away with and what I can't.