Georgie DHainaut

Alta, Finnmark, March 2014 Christmas, the Days of Peace, were anything except that for Eidno. The atmosphere at home was more like the Cold War. Oh yes, his father chatted with him during dinner and during most of the holidays, but his mother and his sister hardly said a word to him, that is apart from the strictly necessary things. He almost started to get used to it, this seemingly eternal veil of hostile silence. On the other hand: there were pleasant things as well. He had s

"there have actually been a lot of issues with gay athletes on small town sports teams". I'm only vaguely aware of that, but I still consider it medieval! Don't tell me these kids get capital punishment on the pyre on the town square.

What kind of medieval town is this: "parents raised concerns about a gay student in the locker room"? And as far as Alec's parents are concerned: I agree with Dr. Awzall's comment: they need to be sent to a clinic to get neutured and castrated...or words of that kind. Doen't matter...the effect would be terrific! But I'm so happy that Alec is slowly coming out of his shell. It puts him in another kind of light (I guess sunset light🙂). The story remains as compelling as it already was...sweet, gentle, compassionate....can't wait for Ch. 9

They did, Armand had all of the information. Evidently on his first trip to Europe, he had heard about marriage in Amsterdam. Tony, that would have been one of my short chapters if I had to explain all of that, which brings up an interesting point. It is my understanding that when I looked into it, all I was told I needed was proof of being single, passport and a sworn statement of understanding. Yeah, we Dutch are not that difficult. You won't get away with that in Germany😃

I'm a bit confused: what the fuck is a PNC Christian?😀 As far as Mihkkel's and his mother's tendencies are concerned: you'll find out....but it takes some further reading😆

Hi, I love your comment. I tend to be "lush", yes...giving the reader the chance to activate his own imagination, because that is what reading is all about: "travel to places where you probably never come in real life", thereby broadening the mental horizon. Grandfather Eaddji's role becomes even more prominent in the next parts, but the story he told is really an old Sami saga, that I blended in in the story. Love Georgie D'Hainaut

Glad to have done "the work". You might be surprised where it leads to...or maybe not. But things go on in part 3.

Thanks for your comment. Let us say, that Mihkkel's mum has some other surprises coming up.

I know the Netherlands (not Holland😀) was the first country who legalized same sex marriage. And I have to admit (with some shame) that even in Amsterdam tolerance for other gender identities and sexual preferences in declining.

Karasjoki, Finnmark, September 2013 Even two full months of glorious summer holidays end and school started as usual in mid-August. They were back in the same routine they had ended mid-June. But both could look back at the most marvelous holiday they ever had. They had repeated their erotic excursions to the small beach a number of times. And each time had been a thrill for both of them. Vaguely Eidno started to consider to expand their explorations in the alluring realm of se

Did I read that well? The boys are going to marry in Amsterdam? Nice place to marry...as a Dutchman I can know.

I know...it is a funny remark for an author...but I'm running out of words and superlatives as far as this story is concerned. But the kids are thinking ahead..."their own place". Up to chapter 14....🙂

Not so pessimistic...the kid is down-to-earth with 2 feet on the ground, so my best guess is, that he can handle all the hot air around him. But let's leave it to the author to decide how things develop😄

From the first chapter on this story grows and grows into a beautiful piece of prose. I mean....this sentence: "Colin just smiled as he leaned over the table and kissed Armand." It is a logical, uncomplicated story of a humble boy and these kind of sentences makes it incredibly sweet at the same time.

Another aspect of Arrow...not only studio art but on location as well!!! That is real great. And the story style...what can I say? It remains in a very delicate style of tenderness, the style I love!!!! But you were so kind to give us a clue about the next chapter, so I won't have to wait for too long🙂

First of all I would like to thank you for your very extensive reaction. I never saw this story as a political item, but only as a literary work, centered on certain aspects of the present religious lunatic, that sits in the Kremlin. If I would want to be political, I would have written a political essay. Ilya is just a fiction, but he is also a representative of all these LGBTQ-people in Russia (and as things stand now, pretty soon in the Ukraine as well) who have been suffering for years from government-fed homophobia. That is not politics as far as I am concerned, that is placing the spotlight on a certain vulnerable group in a certain country, and yes..."coincidentally" a group to which I feel attached, being gay and non-binary myself. It is my firm conviction, that an artist (so an author as well) must function as the mirror of society, who observes, processes his observations in a artistic mental process and sends the results of that back in the world. It is a totally different point of view to "art as investment" or "art only for the wealthy". And an artist must take a stand, if required. I did that in "Pedik Russkiy", but I also did it in "Ballet of Rainbows" (dealing with assisted suicide), "The Curse of Being Beautiful" (making the dirt of the gay porn industry clear) and in "A Wall to Hide it All" (dealing with the US "social system"). And I am doing it again in my new (not yet published) novel "Maddog and the Pope". I am afraid my character is such, that I will continue doing that, simply being unable to keep my big mouth shut. It results in praise, it results in anger and rejection, but as far as these last reactions are concerned: I don't care! Stonewall was a wake-up call, too early for me to write about (I was 13 at that time🙂) and it has resulted in more acceptance for other sexual preferences and gender identities. But...yes, like you say...things are getting worse again, fed by extreme right-wing sentiments, religious fanatism and general ignorance and disinformation, and we sure have things and people to fear...and to oppose!!!! Then art has nothing to do with politics, but becomes a means of opposition. Love Georgie D'Hainaut

Thank you for your kind comment. I think I can continue the power but also the sweetness in the next 3 parts. Indigenous people have always been on the receiving end during a long, long time. And as you can see, from thoroughly researched sources it becomes clear that this was not only in the USA and Canada, but much closer at home as well. I elaborate a bit more on that in the next parts as well. What interest me: may I ask which tribe your foster son is? Because I'm working on a story on the subject... And yeah....lets hope that pax will continue...although there is some lunatic in the Kremlin who is not really conducive to that. But I guess I have said enough about that in my previous story, "Pedik Russkiy". Love Georgie D'Hainaut

Well, Colin stays very subtle..."May I introduce my boyfriend"😄 But you know...for the rest I can only repeat my praise. Sure are curious about future "problems" and "stresses" with both boy's university- and social environment.

Your history is totally consistent with my story. I situated it in Finnmark, North Norway, since I am familiar with this area. But Sami are spread over Norwegian Finnmark, Swedish Norbotten and Finnish Lappland and even some small groups in the Murmansk- and Karelya area in Russia. And in the same way I concentrated on the Norwegianization policy which was enforced until the early 1950s, but Swedish and Finnish tried to do the same. I hope you will find the next parts equally sweet and tender.

Hallo, vielen Dank für Ihr freundliches Kommentar. Ja ja, als Niederländer in Deutschland spreche ich auch Deutsch🙂 But for the sake of the other readers, mostly English-speaking, I continue in English. I've done my time in these areas as well and like you I have some knowledge of Sami-culture. As you will notice in the next 3 parts the Norwegian attitude towards the Sami us discussed further as are the cultural aspects of the Sami i itself and in respect to the LGTBQ-community. But you are 100% right: it is a blind spot in Europe. Even a Norwegian friend of my, who read this story, couldn't believe what he was reading.

Thanks...3 more parts to come😉

This is sooo wonderful!!!!! It seems Alec has gained a large victory on himself...what an incredible improvement. And...what an incredible beautiful way of telling it.....I love the whole chapter, but I love some sentences in it even more. Waiting for chapter 8!!!!🙂

Karasjoki, Finnmark, June 2011 A gentle, almost warm summer breeze blew over the rows of low, blunted hills, which looked as if they had been sculptured that way. In a way they were, not by mankind but by thousands, maybe tens of thousands, of years of crumbling ice, that had scraped the mountains they once were into the softly rounded forms they still had in present times. Despite their gentle shape they were forbidden and rough in winter, covered as they were by frozen snow, crushi

Two Sami boys, living in a small town in the extreme north of Norway, become friends while in primary school. They remain friends for years, but both discover, independently from each other, that they possess a trait, that will never be accepted by their people. But that is unacceptable for them. Which only meant, that the fight is on! No, I'm not writing that fast. Actually, this story was planned to publish around this date, until I spontaneously decided to put "Pedik Russkiy" on line first. Since I've worked ahead I plan 1 part per week.

I didn't say I didn't like him!!! To the contrary....