Water polo, anyone? Nice quote from Stephen King …

Hi, friends and readers:

I’m up early this morning, with much to do. But before I get busy I want to share a few things with you …

First: how do you like this morning’s photo post? I have never attended a water polo match, but I’m beginning to think I should do so. Good Lord, do all the players look like him?

Second: here’s a nice quote from Stephen King, where he talks about speaking honestly, from the heart:

“The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them – words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.”
Nicely put, I think. I am not a huge Stephen King fan, as I am not into horror fiction. But the guy’s a great writer and a nice person as well. And he makes a good point about the ideas we carry in our head that we fail to communicate to others, for fear we will be misunderstood or rejected.
In the stories I write, I try not to varnish over the ugliness we encounter in the real world. I write about real people facing real problems, about people who are willing to struggle for what they truly need. In most cases that’s love from another person, even if it’s misunderstood love.
The people in my stories are not perfect. Their needs may seem odd, their circumstances weird. But I think it’s important to write about such people. I know how it feels to be an outsider. I know what rejection feels like, too. And I know how hard it is to be a nonconformist. But realizing your true self is a liberating experience, an imperative too, if you wish to be happy.
I hear from so many unhappy gay boys/men: skateboarders, surfers, wrestlers, and non-athletic guys who’ve read my stories and relate to them. So many are afraid to be themselves because they fear rejection. I understand how they feel. I have been there. But really, life begins to work the minute you declare your right to be happy, whatever that means in your specific situation.
Okay, enough from the soap box. I’ll step down. My boyfriend and I are off the Florida’s East Coast to surf for a few days. He’s still in bed and I must finish editing stories for my upcoming anthology, Becoming Men, before we hit the road.
Have a nice Tuesday, everyone.

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