‘Beards’ Book Review

‘Beards’ is one indie book that I actually knew about before the author approached me for this book review (or maybe I hounded them until they gave me a free copy? Who knows, really?). Back when I was hoping to buy books and was unable to afford them, I had looked at ‘Beards’ and wondered if I would like to buy it, were I to have the means to do so.

Now, as a book reviewer I’ve tricked authors into giving me their books! Unlimited books muahahahaha!

Alright, in all seriousness, what’s the good, bad, and short stick of this book? Uhm, well… it’s kind of not well written.

Now I don’t mean this to be mean. But it all felt too short. Under-described. Character conversations were stilted and felt fake. And YET -> it still managed to be a good read.

Yeah, the characters sometimes felt a little bit like charicature-like lessons (I’m looking at you, Early). And sometimes the situations felt overly dramatic and predictably so. And yeah, the back and forth between the past and the present wasn’t always that ‘smooth’.

But you know what? It somehow still manages to be a good read. The author wanted it to be a bit of an lgbt timeline about acceptance, and it accomplished that, to a degree. And really, it made for a pleasant and entertaining read, DESPITE all its flaws. Which somehow boggles me. How did this author make so many mistakes and still make a book that’s entertaining? Must be the characters. Or their interactions. Or the funny premise of the book.

But all in all, this review is going to be short because that’s it, really. I could write up a giant list of flaws, yet this book still was in no way a waste of time. This book was fun, light, and really gave insight into the history of the lgbt movement in a vivid way. I would recommend it for young readers, for people trying to grapple our history in a more intuitive or ‘lived experience’ kind of way, without being all about protests.

I would also recommend the book to polyamorous couples/polycules, as it delicately bridges the gap between family and different kind of relationships that make them.

And that’s it folks! I hope this was interesting/useful!


Happy New Year, Fuckers

I’m in a good mood. A seriously good one. I’m listening to Heilung , I just did some yoga flows from the minimeditatingdragon (who’s a friend of mine – go check out her stuff!) and I even have a new idea for a blog post. So, inspired from all this good juju, what do I have to talk about today?

My life. Of course. But how has my life been, in this past year? And what, oh what, will I do in the coming year?

This year has sucked and been marvellous all at the same time. What blows? My writing sales. Dammit, I’m a self-published author. I wrote erotica with my wife for a while, and I made a few sales, and thought that was bad. Then, this year, I’ve tried out my beloved novels.

Now that was bad.

Hint: don’t self-publish right before Christmas.

I even copied other authors and made a reading group where I was hoping to share goodies like bookmarks I designed. I couldn’t even get a like on the posts within it, except from my friend.


And then what? I LOST A BOOK. I FREAKING DID. I’ve been working on a non-fiction book about mental illness, and LOST IT. Figuring the gods didn’t want it to ever see the light of day, I gave up on that project.

But aside from the sucks, what went well? Well, I moved to a lovely little hole in the ground with trees outside my apartment. I’ve built up an instagram following and started a youtube channel where I do book reviews in an attempt at gaining some traction for my novels (also, free books and free rants? My cup of tea).

Also, after being denied hormones, I finally got the OK for vitamin T – and now just have to wait for my appointment.

Despite my terrible publishing sales, my writing has streaked up to a better position. I’ve got literally dozens of novels I’m working on, and my mental clarity is pretty good so I think my writing is good as a result of that. I’m satisfied with the freaky result at least.

So now what? What’s coming in the following year? Well, I’ve got an idea to reboot that non-fiction book and hack at it – maybe with the help of a professor or something. I also am thinking of shifting this blog to be my main blog and just working from here as my base. Because no matter what, this feels like my honest home base, the place where I get all my freaky and weird out.

On that note- rant over. Tell me your thoughts, plans, and failures of this past year – and let me know how you want the coming one to go!



An Author’s Take on Writers

Are we all dumb-fucks or what? Since joining Instagram, I feel like my brain has been flooded with stupidity. Now don’t get me wrong, some indie authors out there are brilliant, and kind, and just plain full of awesome.

But then there’s stupid twigs that go around posting things like “women, when treated properly, are naturally submissive’.

Like, u dumb branch, u ain’t met NONE of the women I know, o-kay?

And then they’re all posting like, hmmm, do you pants or do you plot your novel? And,… that just gets to me. Because, as I have posted on another profile I blog on… I consider writing to be a spiritual process. A book is good if it is alive. If you feel you’re connecting to some alternate dimension and retelling what’s happening there -> that’s a real story.

Am I potentially crazy? Yeah, clinically. But you fuckin’ know what? When I was young, I believed in my novels. That’s what prevented me from committing suicide. So now, I owe a debt to those characters for having kept me alive. In every sense to me, they feel real and alive. I believe they exist in some dimension. Somewhere, out there, I’m telling someone’s story.

Is it literally their story or an allegory? Who knows? One day I read a summary for a Stephen King novel and it so much resembled parts of my childhood that I freaked. That novel was my life (at least in parts and premise). And that’s a thing I’ve always wondered if Stephen King was aware of. Does he realize that he’s writing people’s lives? Or is he not aware of this?

But you know what? I don’t know if it’s because I’ve only met neuro-normative authors on Instagram or what, but authors don’t seem prepared for these kind of conversations. Authors don’t seem willing to deal with writers who wake up inspired from actual sleep dreams with novels in their heads. Authors don’t seem at all ready to cope with the deeper questions of authorship and working with spirits and dreams to form novels. And this really frustrates me.

I get so frustrated about the poor quality of authors and their social justice narratives, their not-so-feminist values, and their terribly lacking esoteric perspectives. Just- where is the depth? This is a group of people that I’m a part of, a group that I’ve long considered to be torch-bearers in a world of darkness and… instead I feel surrounded by clamoring idiots. It’s like expecting a series of wise angels to radiate down and instead you get a medieval mob with torches.

So you know what? Maybe, I dunno, I’ll start this Instagram game over again and find some real people to connect with. Maybe I’ll just blog here for a bit as a relief. But either way, if any of you are curious and want something fun and light to read, hit me up. I got the goods y’all. Contrary to how depressing I can be, I cheer myself up by being a dork. So my writing is a blend of Terry Pratchett and Tolkien as I’ve been told.