Why do I have to feel like I have to defend myself all the time? I mean if I want to be who I am, and have the friends I want to have, and read what I want to read, and write the stories I want to write, why the f**K should you care? And, more importantly, why do I have to feel like I have to justify my choices about those things?

"Why is every story you write a 'gay story'?"

"They aren't 'gay stories'," I say. "They are stories that happen in the lives of people, some of whom happen to be gay. There is a difference."

"Oh sure, that's easy to say. But how many of your stories have main characters that are gay?"

"All of them... so what?"

"Well why? I mean, why don't you have any with straight people?"

"There are straight couples in my stories too..."

"That's not what I mean. Why do you have to write about gay people only?"

"I don't. And I don't just write about gay people. Besides, there are gay people everywhere."

"Well, then why don't you write about straight people?"

"I do, and why do you care anyway?"

"I'm just asking...I just want to know why they all have to be about gay people."

"Well, if you would read them, you would understand that they aren't about gay people, they are about situations, stories that happen to people. Some of them are gay, and some of them aren't."

"Whatever..."

Why does he even care anyway? I mean, what the f**K? And what kind of person makes huge judgements on something when he has no idea what he's even talking about? I mean, I might entertain the idea of discussing the amazing beauty I find in the way I have the ability to have two men, boys, guys, whatever... totally set aside their egos, and the whole alpha male bullshit, and the status of society, and just for once, communicate with their hearts. No contests about who's the strongest, or the richest, or the most successful, or the cutest, or who has slept with the most chicks, drives the fastest car, or the coolest one... just truth; maybe I'd discuss that with you IF... you had taken the time to read my stories and knew what the f**K you were talking about.

Since you haven't... you can save your judgements, and your ignorance, and your naive claims of wanting to understand for someone else...

I mean, I always joke about it, like I write gay erotica, but the truth is, I might actually be a little offended if someone classified it as gay porn. I'm not sure why... exactly... just, I put so much of my heart and soul, my feelings and my fantasies into my stories, that calling it porn seems... unjust. A few friends have said in the past that what I write is neither, not gay erotica, even if it is pretty damn hot, and not porn, even if there may be sex, or the implication of it, but that it is romance, they are love stories. Ones that provoke you to believe it can happen to you, that it sould happen to you, because everyone deserves to be loved, and more than that, that when it happens, you want it to be just like that.

Seems pretty beautiful to me... he can go f**K himself...

Viv

PS. I may or may not be slightly more aggrivated about this then I might normally be since I'm pretty hormonal right now... but nevertheless, I believe what I said...

Also, Rich just read this and asked me to make sure you all know it wasn't him...