Sexy guys, ready to rumble; quiet morning on the island ….

fistsHi, friends and readers:

I’m not a guy prone to violence. In fact, I’ve never been in a fist fight, never wanted to. But I’m pretty pissed off about the bombing at the Boston Marathon yesterday. I mean, what a chicken shit move by whoever planted the bombs. This race is a cherished rite for dedicated distance runners. These are people who work hard to get themselves fit for this race. They aren’t harming the environment in any way. And the people who watch the race are only there to support the runners. Why kill or injure people like that? There are so many sick people in this world. It seems like every month something like this happens. I wish these crazed people would go away and leave the rest of us alone.

boxerI slept a little later than normal, which was fine. The wind’s blowing pretty hard outdoors, so I skipped my morning beach walk. Who wants to have sand blown in his face for 45 minutes? Not me.

My boyfriend’s in Gainesville today, so it’s quiet around here. After I finish this post, I’ll work on edits to my new novel. The book’s coming alone nicely; it’s a good story set in the Florida Panhandle, in the mid 1970s. The book deals with issues fo self-discovery, coming out, and the early days of the Florida gay rights movement. Is it autobiographical? In a sense, I suppose it is. The main character is like me in some ways, but not in others. He’s his own man, and I think you will like him if you choose to read the novel.

If this damned wind stops blowing this afternoon, I’ll take a long bike ride around the island for exercise. I’m not sure what I’ll do with my evening. Wherever you are, I hope you’re having a good Tuesday.

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