A vet & a sheriff walk into a barn…

I have to admit I was a virgin when it came to gay male romance, but Sionnach popped my cherry. Many people say they regret their first time, but I do not regret reading this gay male romance novel at all!

This historical fiction is set in East Texas — to start off I’m just trying to figure out how Sionnach is getting away with gay men in East Texas. Sionnach does a great job at throwing these two men together in all sorts of positions (pun intended) that bring them closer together.

For any of my LGBTQIA+ family members out there needing a good steamy read, I urge you to stop here and read this book…you will enjoy it!

It is funny that it took my roommate (aka my mom) to give this book to me for me to read my first gay male romance…I have a weird and fantastic relationship with her.

Mastering My Time!

For someone that is employed full-time and attending grad school full-time then adding in my rental agreement responsibilities; one could assume I have my life together and organized.

They would be very wrong! My millennial generation (in all its glory) is the FOMO generation. I over schedule myself and under organize it. But no more! I’m going to be mastering my time and conquering my clutter.

It’s a quick read, but it is packed with so many usefully skills that I can easily integrate into my life. When I finished reading the book instead of throwing it on my nightstand I placed it on my dusty bookshelf…that will be the perfect place to start my life organization journey. Ask me next week if there is still dust on my bookshelf.

What a Gay Night!

When I came out to my mom almost 8 years ago, I only dreamed about being with my family at a PRIDE parade. Never did I think that at 26 years old I would be able to get my whole family at pride (brother drove down from DeSoto for this) nor did I think I could get them to wear matching shirts. It was a night I will never forget! I owe my family so much for their support and love of me and the LGBTQIA+ community.

 

Aaron S Gallagher

A prostitute and a private eye walk into a bar. No punchline can fully grasp how that story ends.

This book is a thinker, not a stinker; which means you have to sit with that book, pay attention to the book, and ignore your phone during the book. There is so much detail with the twists and turns in this book that if you look away for a second, you will miss why the book ended in the cliffhanger. You don’t need to read the first two books to follow the story, but after reading the third one, I don’t know why you wouldn’t read the other ones.

Mobsters, priests, pimps, hookers, and it all starts in a club with a prostitute and a private eye.

#rememberingneenee

Elizabeth Ann Devine Kinney

August 3rd, 1937 – October 23rd, 2016

She was my comedic rival. She was my bright light in a tunnel of darkness. She was my NeeNee.

I was privileged to grow up for the first 24 years of my life with all four of my grandparents. As they watched me grow up and grow older, I did the same. I went from seeing my NeeNee out in the backyard kicking the soccer ball around with us to her watching us from their porch while we played in the yard.

One thing that never changed with her age was her humor. She loved to laugh, and we loved when she laughed. Her laugh was infectious; it never mattered if you understood the joke if NeeNee understood it she would get everyone else laughing.

Above all, she was the easiest person to shop for gifts for. Anything frog; I mean anything! You could make her a foam craft frog, and she would still have it on her frog bookshelf decades later. Everyone knew that frogs were NeeNee’s “thing.” She never went overboard with the frogabilia, but she cherished everyone she got. My favorite frog piece of hers was the stained glassed lamp that sat in the front room of their house for years and years. It was beautiful and colorful and perfect. When I went up to New Jersey in 2016 for her funeral and Poppop told everyone to take their favorite piece of NeeNee’s frogabilia home with us, I wanted to have the lamp. Unfortunately, it didn’t fit in my bag, it was old, and I didn’t trust the postal workers to safely transport it down to Texas. That’s when I knew I wanted a tattoo based on the lamp. I took photos of it from all different angles to capture its beauty.

You may think, ‘It’s 2018, and you just got it tattooed. Obviously, you didn’t care that much.’ That’s where you are wrong. I cared deeply about it. I researched various tattoo techniques, compared black and white work to color work, thought long and hard about placement and size. After a year of research, I still hadn’t found the perfect artist, but I knew how I wanted it. The tough part was telling my parents who were none too happy to know that their precious princess is going to be marked for life (disregarding the countless scars she has on her body). I found the courage and told my parents separately, and it went better than I thought it would, they accepted it and were content on the amount of effort I put in into finding the perfect tattoo. The only thing missing was the tattoo artist. It was coming down to crunch time. I had contacted a couple artists that had flaked on me already had August 3rd booked up. Then I found Daniel O’Driscoll. His geometric line work is phenomenal, and the way he is able to inlay the color into is work to add to the geometric work instead of covering it up; I knew he was the man to create the masterpiece of my first tattoo.

He was patient, kind, and saw my vision better than I ever did. He is a dedicated artist, is passionate about his craft, and is ever growing. Check out his work: https://www.instagram.com/the_rainbow_plague/

You may even see a piece that you recognize. If you are in Austin, Texas and need a tattoo…go to him.