Ah, the holidays. They're all about family and togetherness and the spirit of friendship and generosity and—
Oh, who are we kidding? The holidays are about buying too much and eating too much and spending too much time with the people you love who drive you ever so crazy. Families at holiday time put the fun in dysfunction.
And yet, it's my favorite time of the year. Thanksgiving moreso than Christmas or Hanukah or even Halloween (which I suppose is blasphemy for a gay man—it's meant to be our national holiday, isn't it?). I remember many years ago, maybe fifteen or so, when I was standing at the kitchen sink in my apartment looking at the Christmas lights blinking in someone's window and wondering a) how much fun they were having with their family and b) how much their electric bill was.
I also got an idea for a story. Specifically, one called "Straightening Up," which is out this week from Untreed Reads. Early this year before I left for grad school, I re-workshopped and revised this story with my writing group. The premise behind the story—a couple having to de-gay the house because one of their mothers is coming to visit and she doesn't know her darling boy is a big ol' 'mo—is not one that's happened to me, but I haven't let that stop me from blatantly stealing scenarios from other people's lives.
Er, I mean borrowing.
Anyway, without further ado, go check out the story! (I've also got two other stories available from Untreed Reads; if you buy either or both of them along with "Straightening Up," you'll get a 30% discount on the earlier stories.)