Apr 13, 2012 0
Feb 20, 2012 0
Natty Soltesz’s Daddy/Boy: The Original Unexpurgated Edition
I’m proud to announce that Natty Soltesz is releasing the original, unexpurgated edition of Daddy/Boy through Queer Young Cowboys:
As I previously mentioned, Amazon.com wouldn’t release Daddy/Boy as Soltesz intended it to be, including four stories that contain incest themes. As an opponent of censorship in any form, and as a friend of Natty’s, I gave him the opportunity to release it through Queer Young Cowboys, and we’ve been working together to create a new edition (including a revised cover) that better reflects Natty’s intentions.
Daddies. Big and butch, suave and sexy, handsome and hot. Here are fourteen stories of steamy encounters between older and younger men by veteran erotica writer Natty Soltesz. Hung bosses, sexy teachers, horny executives – they’re all here.
As with any ebook in the Queer Young Cowboys store, the download includes the ebook in .epub, .mobi, and .pdf formats to give you the greatest flexibility for enjoying our stories!
Here ’tis: the original version of my most recent ebook, originally rejected by Amazon and now released in all its incest-laden glory. Includes fourteen of my best intergenerational fuck stories, plus a brand-new story (“Chuck and Skippy”), a preface and a section of annotations detailing story inspirations and other randomness…
This is the best ebook I’ve put together so far, if I do say so myself. I’m grateful to my friend, fellow writer and publishing enthusiast Johnny Murdoc, who is releasing it under his Queer Young Cowboys micro-pub. I have to say, Mr. Murdoc has outdone himself with the cover and promotional aspects – he was the one who slapped the word ‘unexpurgated’ on there, which I love. It reminds me of one of my favorite writers, Anais Nin, whose unexpurgated diaries were released after her death. In fact, one of those volumes detailed her sexual relationship with her biological father – and that book is available on Amazon. Irony! Stupidity!
Buy it today at Queer Young Cowboys!
Feb 3, 2012 0
Natty Soltesz: Daddy/Boy
Natty Soltesz has a new book out today:
Daddies. Big and butch, suave and sexy, handsome and hot. Here are ten stories of steamy encounters between older and younger men by veteran erotica writer Natty Soltesz. Hung bosses, sexy teachers, horny executives – they’re all here.
“The king of intergenerational erotica.” – Kevin Killian
(Soltesz hired me to design the book cover.)
Unfortunately, Daddy/Boy is presented in a slightly censored format, as Amazon initially rejected the anthology when it contained four incest-themed stories. You can read about that over on Natty’s blog. Incest doesn’t really turn my crank, but I certainly support Natty’s right to publish the stories that he would like to, and readers’ rights to choose what they want to read. Soon, Natty will have the un-censored version available through other webstores.
Oct 22, 2011 0
Backwoods and things.
Sorry for the relative radio silence these past few weeks. I worked hard on wrapping up “The Howling in Dunwich Hall” and having it available as an ebook for this week. I expect that there will be less of a gap between the first installment and the second.
While I was busy catching up on life, Natty Soltesz announced that his book Backwoods is available for pre-order, with a release date of November 15th!
Here is the steamy underside of rural America, the back roads, back doors, and back rooms of a town called Groom, Pennsylvania. Secrets are sacred in a place where one’s business is everyone’s business, and the erotic stories in Backwoods bare them all. Conceived as a gay-themed erotic take on Sherwood Anderson’s Winesburg, Ohio, Backwoods is by turn poignant and pornographic, romantic and raunchy, tender and titillating. Literal climaxes are underpinned by an authentic observation of small-town lives, both repressed and unreserved.
Natty’s a friend of mine and I couldn’t be more proud of him or more excited to read his book!
Here is an adorable photo from Marlen Boro:
Tonight, my partner and I are going to see Andrew Haigh’s film Weekend. I’ve been waiting ages to see this film, ever since Quinnford+Scout took off to shoot set photos during production.
Aug 30, 2011 0
High art to True Blood
Thanks to The Stranger’s SLOG, I caught the above work by artist Storm Tharp. So fucking wonderful. This is the kind of art I would hang on my wall, in the living room for everyone to see. If you live in Seattle, Tharp’s work will be showing at the James Harris Gallery September 2nd – October 8th. Wish I could see them in person.
Over on the SEX+STL blog, I share Natty Soltesz’s introduction to Str8 But Curious:
I’ve had my share of straight guys. Maybe I’ve had my fill.I bagged the majority during my college years, that magical time when sexual identity is as addled and messy as a frat boy after his third keg stand. One straight drunk buddy made out with me at a party then invited me to his bedroom to trade blowjobs. Another got so horny looking at straight porn he whacked me off and let me return the favor.
And I’ve had others since then. Dalliances in secluded park paths and in the backrooms of adult bookstores, those playgrounds of the minivan-and-wedding-band set. Hookups with masc, discreet Internet-personals advertisers who need to be fucked quick before the gf gets home.
All of them “straight,” though in varying degrees of believability. My penchant for straight guys has come through most strongly in my writing, and I’m aware of the inherent irony in an oeuvre of gay porn about straight guys. I’ve joked that my characters think they’re straight but are actually bisexual; these days I use the term “straight-ish” to describe them. It’s something of a cop out but it serves my purposes. I’m certainly interested in the intersection of sexual identity and behavior, but I prefer to leave those conversations to the queer theorists (who need something to talk about).
On Sunday, I spent hours catching up on True Blood, which means I’ve spent the past few days thinking about Joe Manganiello, Sam Trammell, and Marshall Allman’s hot, naked bodies:
Thanks to SuperheroFan for the caps.
Aug 16, 2011 0
Str8 but Curious
Congrats to my buddy Natty Soltesz on his new ebook, Str8 but Curious:
What is it about straight guys? Those ever-sexy men who’ll go for anything after a six pack of beer, as long as you don’t tell anybody. Here are twenty one stories of straight guys who might not be entirely straight, from veteran erotic writer Natty Soltesz. From “What Happens in Vegas…” to “My Sister’s Boyfriend Joey,” these stories (some of which have appeared in editions of the Best Gay Erotica and Best Gay Romance anthologies) feature “straight-ish” guys of all flavors, all in highly erotic and occasionally romantic situations.
I may have more then a tiny bit of pride invested in the ebook as well, as Natty asked me to design the ebook cover. I was happy to help him out (along with some helpful contributions from my partner), and I think the cover turned out great!
It’s currently only available on Amazon.com for the Kindle, but soon it will be available as a .pdf directly from Natty. I’ll try to keep you updated. You can read a sample from one of the stories, “My Best Friend’s Boyfriend,” over on Natty’s website.
Apr 27, 2011 0
Why Sex? by Natty Soltesz
The following is the introduction that Natty Soltesz wrote for my new book, Blowjob 3:
Why Sex?
I used to hate myself. I didn’t like my body, the moles on my skin, my cotton-candy-esque hair and sunken chest. I hated that I sucked my thumb, that I was self conscious and introverted, that I wasn’t one of those mad-to-live people who supposedly never yawn or say a commonplace thing.
I hated that I was gay, even though I wanted to have gay sex. I thought about gay sex when I watched brief-clad boy butts in the junior high locker room, when I locked myself in my parents’ bathroom and shoved decorative bottles up my butt, when I had AOL M4M cybersex after everyone went to sleep.
So I began to hate that too, this preoccupation with sex. The bitch-nag voices of shame in my mind said “All gay men think or talk about is sex! They always have to shove it in your face! Maybe if they weren’t so obsessed with sex people would have an easier time accepting them!”
All bullshit, to be sure, but even now it’s funny how, for me, self hatred always manages to creep its head around the doorway. For instance, I could point out that a preoccupation with sexuality is hardly reserved for gay men: most of America seems to be the same way (puritanical roots, etc). But then I think “America sucks and I suck for being a dumb American.” Certainly, based on evidence I’ve gleaned from foreign porn sites, straight Canadian men seem to be more willing to play with their buttholes than their American counterparts, but is this any reason to resent one’s cultural identity? (It isn’t, but it is a reason to visit Toronto.)
The facts are there, as absolute as the sun in the sky or the rosy pinkness of a Canadian anus: I’m American. I’m gay. I still suck my thumb. And I am, and ever shall be, fascinated and obsessed by sex.
It’s not always easy, being who you are. It’s nice to have support, friends of a similar bend or, if you prefer, who are similarly bent.
For me, Johnny Murdoc is one of those friends, a kindred spirit. Just look at the stories here, soaked in sex: its permutations, like jacking off a cop or sucking off a straight guy; its representations in print and film; its consequences for public health and civil rights issues. Most importantly, underneath all of Mr. Murdoc’s explorations of queer sexuality is a respect for sex, its wonders and mysteries.
Still, one could reasonably ask, why sex? Why so much of it? After all it’s just biology, a function, the oldest story in the world. Why worry about it? Why hate yourself over it? It’s practically nothing.
Of course, it’s also everything.
Natty Soltesz is the author of the upcoming novel, Backwoods out this summer from Rebel Satori Press, and innumerable gay erotic short stories. You can find him online at http://www.nattysoltesz.com
You can buy Blowjob 3 here.
Dec 26, 2010 2
Write every day
Last night, while driving home from Christmas celebrations, something like a New Year’s Resolution occurred to me. Resolutions don’t have a lot of appeal for me. They feel very much like a holiday that’s created to sell gift cards, except that they’re created to sell gym memberships or aids to help you stop smoking. Three (four?) years ago, my partner and I decided to become vegans on January 1st, not so much as a resolution but because it set a good date between our decision to go vegan and the practical application of that decision. We went through the house and finished eating everything that wasn’t vegan (we weren’t going to throw food away, what a waste) and visiting all of our favorite restaurants to eat our favorite dishes one last time. That was three (four?) years ago, and now we have new favorite restaurants, and new favorite dishes. We are better off for the decision. If you want to call it a New Year’s Resolution that worked, well, who am I to argue?
This year I’m not going to wait until the 1st to implement my new decision. My decision is a simple one:
Write every day.
It’s something I should have been doing anyway, and there’s nothing I need to do to prepare for it. I haven’t settled on a word-count requirement, yet, and there needs to be one. Cory Doctorow used to recommend 250 words a day. 250 words a day is easy, and it gets you a novel at the end of the year. It’s hard to argue with 250 words a day. Doctorow writes 1,000 words a day, now. He finished his latest novel in 82 days, taking off only for his birthday and for a hospital visit. If I can do 250 words a day, though, I can do 500. I’m not writing a novel (or maybe I am) but wouldn’t twice the productivity be twice as good? Because, really, I’m betting I could do 750 words a day. I tried that once and failed, but I’m a better writer now than I was then. So, maybe I’m really thinking about 1,000 words a day. If I’m going to be serious about this, then I need to be fucking serious.
I haven’t decided yet, though. That last paragraph is the compelling argument that’s going through my head right now. I’m also considering some way to announce my daily word count, something to help with accountability. I’ll let you know when I make my decision.
On Christmas Eve, Natty Soltesz posted a fantastic entry on his blog called “My (Legitimate) Sob Story.” What he writes in it is true for me, it’s true for nearly every other artist you love, whose work you enjoy. Natty vocalized what every artist should be vocalizing. Living costs money, and every artist has to live before they can create. I don’t mean to say that they need to live extravagant lives. I’m a happy blue collar person, and I know that Natty is as well.
The market for writers is disappearing, and it’s already disappeared for gay erotic writers. Probably for gay writers in general. We are our own support structure now, and that’s why we must ask you for money directly. Natty referred to this talk by Amanda Palmer, and I think it’s worth posting here. I think it’s worth shouting from the rooftops.
You should read Natty’s entire post, and you should send him a few bucks. You should think about every artist you love, and you should think about how you can support them as well.
I feel there’s something inherently wrong about posting something blatantly commercial after making an emotional appeal in that last section, but that’s the point, isn’t it? I’m one of the people I’m talking about above, too. So here’s my post-Christmas pitch:
Did you get a Kindle for Christmas? Did you know that I have not one, but two items available for download for the Kindle? The latest is a Kindle edition of my Blowjob zines. Titled Rough Love and other stories, it includes the four stories found in Blowjob issues one and two, and a new introduction. The other is the Kindle edition of The Horror in Dunwich Hall. You can buy them by click on the covers below
Also, if you don’t have a Kindle, you can still get Kindle apps for your iPhone, iPad, or iPod. They’re all available as .PDFs, too.
Speaking of being vegan, my partner has just made me what smells like an awesome vegan brunch, so I’m going to stop, now. I didn’t even have a chance to touch on so many topics I want to discuss, so you’ll be hearing more from me soon.
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Sep 13, 2010 0
BOOKS AND FILTHY COLLEGE BOYS AND VEGANS
Last night I went to Borders mostly so that I could feel books. Be surrounded by them. As a reader, I love books because they’re books, because they’re physical objects of beauty. Paper and glue and ink. I picked one up and carried it around with me, intending to buy it, but I decided not to. Instead I decided to come home and put that money toward a few e-books.
As a writer, I like e-books as well as print books. There’s so many debates over which is better: better to read, better for the environment, better for the author. And they’re all important debates, they’re important issues. My stance has always been that, as a writer, why would I limit the ways that readers can access my work? So, when I have a chance, I’ll have an e-book version of my work available. (Like the digital copies of Blowjob you can still buy, even though the first two issues are out of print!)
My buddy Natty Soltesz has a book for sale through the Kindle store. I have some ethical problems with Amazon’s e-book policies, but Natty’s my friend and he’s an amazing fucking writer so I’m not going to hesitate to support his work. I like knowing that my money is going to him, rather than a publisher who doesn’t give out royalties. That’s one of the best things about e-books, it gives authors a new way to make money, and a new way to negotiate for their rights.
Natty’s book, a novella called 428 College St. is a filthy little time-tested tale about about three college roommates who wind up exploring more than their educations:
“I don’t know about you guys, but I need to beat off,” said Randy. I waited for Darrin to say something, but he didn’t.
“Go ahead,” I said, “I don’t give a shit.” It was an offhand thing to say, I really didn’t expect him to do it. So I was a little shocked when I heard him sliding off his shorts.
“I’ll try not shoot any cum on your beautiful carpet,” he said. I could make out Randy’s form pretty well from the lights outside the window. His erection, which I’d spotted tenting out his boxers before but had never actually seen, was laying against his belly. It looked thin and lean, and about at throbbingly hard as mine felt. He licked the palm of his hand, wrapped it around his cock, and started stroking.
As I watched him beat off, my initial feeling of shock faded, becoming something like jealousy. I desperately wanted to get off too, but something about just doing it in the room with them made me nervous. How could Randy just do it so nonchalantly? It actually started to piss me off, and I was going to say something when Darrin spoke up.
“Are you really jerkin off?” Darrin said. I guessed he couldn’t see. Randy didn’t respond, just kept pounding away at his prick.
“Dude,” I said to Randy, “what the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m beating off,” Randy said, sounding surprised. “You said I could.”
“Fuck, I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”
“Well, what the fuck’s the big deal? You wanna jerk off too, don’t you? Just do it. I won’t look, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said, then he turned his attention back to his cock.
“Shit,” Darrin said above me. Then he laughed. “Might as well,” he said, and I could hear him sliding off his pants. For a minute I thought everyone around me had gone crazy. But the more I laid there and listened to them; Randy’s labored breath as he pumped away, Darrin’s little sighs as he stroked his own; the less I tried to fight it. I wasn’t about to lay there and let them get off while I was just as hard-up as they were.
I slid out from under my sheets and peeled off my underwear. My cock was hard as a rock, and the moment I let it loose I knew I’d done the right thing. With one hand I cupped my balls, and with the other I took hold of my hot bone, rubbing the pre-cum around to get it nice and slick.
It’s available for only $2.99 on Amazon. Even if you don’t have a Kindle, you probably have a phone that has a free Kindle app, or you can get one for your computer. You should check it out. Support Natty and his writing. Always support your favorite artists.
I really liked this quote from The Daily Rumpus by Stephen Elliott:
I remembered what Tao Lin said about health during our book club discussion. He was asked about his characters who were often vegans who did drugs. They seemed both health-conscious and self-destructive. He said:
“I view “health” as a means to something else, not as an ends. Life itself is unsustainble. Health enhances such things as “staying up all night to be with someone you like” by allowing you to stay up longer, and feel less tired the next day.”And I thought that was incredibly beautiful and insightful. Life itself is unsustainable. Be healthy so you can stay up all night with someone you like.
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Jun 4, 2010 3
RIVER HERE I COME
This afternoon we leave for a weekend float trip, so this and all of my other digital shadows will be quiet until at least Monday. I have the next week off from work and I intend to use the time to seriously focus on writing. The last time I had a week off I wrote 10,000 words of a novella. Nothing ever came of it but we’ll see what happens this time.
I’m taking my notebook with me on the float trip. The new story wants to be written. I feel awkward personifying stories and I don’t buy into any of the bullshit about muses or characters speaking to writers. I do buy into Cory Doctorow’s theory that our brains are built to model people and behaviors, and it’s only natural for our brains to do so for fictional characters:
“Writers sometimes speak of their characters running away from them, taking on a life of their own. They say that these characters — drawn from real people in our lives and mixed up with our own imagination — are autonomous pieces of themselves… There’s something to the idea of the autonomous character. Big chunks of our wetware are devoted to simulating other people, trying to figure out if we are likely to fight or fondle them. It’s unsurprising that when you ask your brain to model some other person, it rises to the task.” – Cory Doctorow, “In Prase of Fanfic.”
Once you spend enough time with a fictional character, your own or someone else’s, it becomes easy to know how that character will behave in a certain situation. In the case of someone else’s fictional character, your idea may not be the same as the author’s, just like your idea of how your boyfriend will react to something isn’t guaranteed to mesh with how he’ll actually react. Our brains aren’t perfect, but they’re all we got. As writers, the character models we build are equally as strong and influential as those we build with real people. That’s why it sometimes feel like a character refuses to behave how we need them to in order to get from one scene to another.
When I write about a story “wanting to be written,” it’s just another way of saying that the story excites me, that I want to see where it’s going. Sometimes that’s the secret, not knowing where the story’s going to go. Porn stories have an easy climax point to hit, usually. You know what you’re leading up to. But not every porn story behaves that way. In fact, I’d say the best ones rarely do.
Writer Rob Wolfsham blogged about the scan of my notebook that I posted yesterday and said one of the nicest things I think anyone has ever said about me on the internet:
“This is great. It makes me want to write porn, no, really write it. That and Johnny Murdoc has serial killer handwriting. Just sayin. There’s something hot about it. My handwriting is total bottom handwriting, and this is top handwriting. That’s probably a sick, gender normative thing to say or something.“
Rob is, hands down, one of my favorite erotic writers ever, and I’m not just saying that because he says nice things about me. I read his story The Bed From Craigslist in Best Gay Erotica 2010 three times before I ever managed to finish most of the other stories. Recently I picked up Muscle Men, and Rob’s story Nephilim Lover is incredibly hot and full of craziness.
People often ask me what part of my stories are true, and what parts are fiction. I’m always amused but I never tell. In the end, “I write fiction, enjoy it,” is my motto. With Rob’s writing, I want to pull him aside and and ask him the same question. It doesn’t help that Rob has blogged quite a bit about the guy featured in Nephilim Lover, and I’ll admit that it adds a lot of flavor to the story. It also adds up to a lot of craziness. I’ll say that Jordan is sexy-as-fuck to read about, but I don’t think I could deal with him in real life.
Rob’s stories have an authenticity about them, the feeling you get when you’re reading something and you tell yourself “this is real,” even when it’s fiction.
Speaking of favorite erotic writers, Natty Soltesz has a story up on Butt Magazine’s Blog: I Sucked Off an Iraqi Sniper.
“After that night, we got along famously. He drafted me as his workout partner and I joined his gym. After my first weight-lifting lesson we went back to his place and sat on the couch, pleasantly tired and weak-muscled. He put on some porn, and eventually I reached over to feel his erect cock. I took it out – it was dank and sweaty – and leaned over to blow him. I had more fun this time, I felt more relaxed with him. I held on to his balls – he wouldn’t let me get anywhere near his ass – and sucked his little cock for all it was worth. He blew a load in my mouth and all the while a cheesy studio portrait of him and his girlfriend beamed down at us from the mantle.“
It’s a fantastic story. Short, but full of sex and pathos and genuine sweetness. It’s a hard feat to pull off, but Natty does it with flying colors.
While working on this post, Butt Magazine’s blog posted the perfect picture to leave you guys with for the weekend. From photographer Paul Knight:
Have a good weekend, guys. Try to get outdoors if you can.
-Johnny
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