FURRY FRIDAY: Bearded Men In Their Underwear ~~ Part Three (Not Safe for Work!)

And now for Part Three of beautiful men and all shapes (with beards) and in their underwear. I’ve been pleased that these men have been popular and getting the votes. Of course it did take putting them in their underwear to get votes! But hey. Whatever it takes I guess. Besides votes you can also give your opinions on what you would like to see in the future. I take requests.

And now, without further ado…. Continue reading


Tales from Four Footed Friends: Kenyan Official Blames Lion Homosexuality on Gay Tourists

By Alex Bollinger reporting for LGBTQ Nation.

Earlier this week, wildlife photographer Paul Goldstein made public photos depicting a sexual encounter between two male lions at a wildlife preserve in Kenya.

Now an official in Kenya is blaming gay tourists for the male-lion-on-male-lion action and calling for the lions to be isolated. Continue reading

FURRY FRIDAY: Bearded Men In Their Underwear ~~ Part Two (Not Safe for Work!)

Well I was quite thrilled that last week’s edition of Furry Friday got quite a bit of favorable attention. I guess I had to add some naughtiness to get those peeks and who am I to deny a little skin? So I listened to your opinions on what you liked and what you didn’t and what you wanted to see more of. So this week I present Part Two of “Bearded Men in Their Underwear.” I intend at least one more part. Let me know what you think!   Continue reading

Today is My Anniversary!

I have several anniversaries! R and I met at a convention seventeen years ago this weekend. Then on the fifth of November, 2005, we had our own commitment ceremony since we couldn’t get legally married. Susan Satterfield, the wonderful lady who was in charge of the convention, let us have our celebration in convention space for free…and when we went to check into our room, found out she had comped our room as well! They don’t come more special than Susan. She even allowed a two hour pass for all our friends who weren’t going to the convention so they could be there for our ceremony and our reception after.

So many people did such wonderful things for us. Inger made our cake. Sherry decorated and organized. John and Barbara performed the ceremony. And so many people came. There were well over two-hundred people there.

We made it a multi-spiritual celebration. There were versus from the Bible, a Native American prayer, a Buddhist reading, a new-pagan ritual, we jumped the sword upon arriving at the front of the hall to signify cutting away of the old, our hands were fasted with a gold cord, and we jumped the broom to signify starting a new life and household. It was beautiful. And we got so many wonderful compliments. Because of the way we did the ceremony, it included everyone. Or we tried to. And people liked that. A lot.

So today is the official day where we were married. Because being married truly isn’t a piece of paper. We didn’t care if the United States recognized what we had become. And while we are now lucky enough to be legally married, R and I both know that today is when we officially joined hearts in front of our friends and before God.

I was a sad and deeply emotionally scarred man seventeen years ago. Thank God for R. I live again. He is my Knight in Shining Armor. And he may not be perfect, we’ve had a few bumps in the road, but to paraphrase Grace Jones, “but he’s perfect for me.”

Celebrate love my friends!
BG “Ben” Thomas

Cover Reveal for “Getting His Man”

I want to thank Dani and LoveBytes (a most amazing blog) for hosting the cover reveal for Getting His Man. Dani has been a sweet friend for quite a few years now, going back before LoveBytes when she was an important part of Sid Love’s blog. But what really makes me love Dani is that she doesn’t let friendship get in the way of giving an honest review on one of my books. If she doesn’t think it’s my strongest work, she says so. And when she gives me five stars, I know it is because she really liked the book and didn’t say so because we’re friends. And that is pretty special!

CLICK RIGHT HERE to see the original posting and see all the wonderful things LoveBytes has to offer. And of course, I’m reprinting below now that it has been a few days.

Love and Namaste,

When I heard about the new Dreamspun Desire line from Dreamspinner Press, I knew immediately I wanted to be involved. Not only because the idea sounded darn cool, but because I knew it would be fun. See, a lot of my books have quite a bit of angst in them. They’re not dark, it is just at least one of the guys has something big he has to get over before he can truly find love. Abuse, emotional scaring, body dysmorphia, being single because their ex cheated on them…. I think you get the picture.

But the Dreamspun Desires books were, “contemporary category romance novels, complete with your favorite heartwarming heroes, crazy cliche’s, and terrific tropes. It’s all about the feel-good loving that will leave you grinning.” That sounded wonderful. Fun!

And writing Getting His Man was a lot of fun. It was my husband who gave me the initial idea as well. Why not write a novel about a bounty hunter going after his man?

(which he unknowingly gave me the name of the book as well)

R so rarely offers story ideas because like a lot of author’s husbands, he isn’t into what I write. It meant a lot to me that he tried. And this was a good try! It made for a really good book as well.

What’s more, I had a big hand in the creation of the cover. I got to pick the cover model, before setting one single word to paper, which helped me write the book because I knew him visually, and that helps me bunches when I am writing.

But more, I designed the cover badge the little symbol that lets you know this is a part of a series. And yes, I’ve got two more planed. One about August’s business partner, also a bondsman/bounty hunter. And the other about…. Oh! But that would be telling!


A love story worthy of an old movie… with a new twist.

Artie needs a hero, a man like those he’s always revered in Golden Age films. His drug-dealing jerk of a roommate got him arrested, and since his savior isn’t likely to sweep in and save the day, Artie calls a bail bondsman.

August has always imagined himself a hero from a black-and-white movie, but he’s never found a man willing to let him play that role—at least not until he gets the call from Artie.

Both of their dreams might come true, but not before August must use his skills as a bounty hunter as well as a bondsman. Artie is on the run for his life, and August must protect him and help him clear his name. Only then can they both finally get their man.


Arthur Bailey, aka Artie, could smell pot halfway up the stairs.

He stopped and considered turning around and heading to his favorite bar, The Corner Bistro, by himself. He could literally hear the echo of his best friend Ross’s words in his head: You know, sometime the cops are going to show up because of his frigging music and they’e going to smell that weed a block away and bust you all, even though you don’t smoke. But Artie was tired. It had been a long evening, even though he’d had a lot of fun.

With a sigh, he went up the stairs, the skunk-like marijuana smell getting stronger the closer he got to the door. Crap! And with the music playing that loud, one of these days the police really could show up. Then what would he do? There’s no way the cops would believe he wasn’t a part of it. Except maybe after a piss test which would of course be clean but it would still be an awful mess to go through.

He slipped his key in the lock and opened his mouth to say, Can you please turn it down? But when he stepped through the door, the words froze in his mouth. Not only was he almost knocked over by the smell and the volume, but he beheld something that at first his mind couldn’t even absorb. Sitting in the purple glow of a couple of black-light bulbs were his roommate Willie, Willie’s chubby pot-buddy Jorge, and two girls Artie didn’t know. They were all passing a bong. But the thing that shocked Artie speechless was what was piled up on the coffee table. Pot. A whole lot of it!

He quickly closed the door, locked, and dead-bolted it before walking zombie-like to the center of the room.

“Hey, dude,” Willie all but shouted to be heard over the blasting music.

Artie looked down, and whoa, yes, there looked to be a small mountain of sandwich-bag-sized packages of marijuana on the coffee table. That or oregano, and somehow Artie didn’t think it was the latter.

“Shut the front door,” he said, although he doubted anyone heard him over the blasting lyrics that seemed to be composed almost entirely of the word “fuck” and a repeated phrase imploring someone to “burn it down.” Artie wasn’t sure. It was hard to understand.

He looked at his roommate, who was taking an insanely protracted hit on the foot-long bong, and wondered, What are they thinking? If the police came now, they’d all be in for it.

“Willie,” he cried. “What the heck?” He pointed at the not-oregano.

Willie waved away Artie’s comment as if it were nothing and passed the bong to the girl next to him. “Relax, dude.”

“Relax?” Artie almost shouted, then got a hold of himself. “Relax? Willie! Look how much you’ve got here. If the cops come….”

“Relax. Ain’t no cops showin’ up tonight.”


“No, dude, take it easy.” Willie stood up, walked around the coffee table, and put a hand on Arties shoulder. “Come here,” he said and guided Artie to their little kitchen. “Have a beer, man. And a brownie.”

Brownie? Artie lit up. He loved brownies more than anything on earth, and these even had icing. Imagine. Willie taking time to put icing on anything instead of just suggesting people use it like dip.

“I put the icing on,” came a slurred voice.

Artie glanced up to see one of the girls standing behind Willie, head on his shoulder. She was so stoned she looked like she might melt, but she’d solved the icing mystery.

“Thanks,” he said and took one of the bigger brownies and gobbled it down so fast it took him a moment to realize they tasted like… “This tastes like alfalfa.”

“No,” Willie replied. “Like weed.”

“Weed?” The shock sent his eyelids up. “Pot?”

“Sure, dude, what’d you think?”

“I didn’t think marijuana!”


“How much did you put in these?” he exclaimed.

Willie shrugged and gave him a grin. “I threw in most of a bag.”

“I told him he didn’t need near that much,” said the girl with her head on Willie’s shoulder.

Gosh gosh gosh! He hadn’t smoked pot but once in his entire life, when he was eighteen and at a graduation party he’d been astonished he’d even been invited to. He wasn’t one of the more popular kids, outside of drama club. He hadn’t liked getting high. Didn’t like the cotton-headed floatiness, the feeling of not being in control. It had been five or six years, and now it was going to happen again.

The only reason he didn’t panic was that at least he was at home. None of the confusion of being at a stranger’s packed-to-the-rafters house. No worries about driving. If only I had gone to The Corner Bistro, maybe I could have avoided this. He looked at Willie and shook his head.

“What, dude?” Willie asked.

Dude. Geez, he hated that word.

“I’m going to bed, Willie….”

“And waste your high?” Eyes wide and unbelieving.

“Yes. And can you do me an effin favor?” It was all he could do not to scream.

The girl turned around and swayed back into the purple haze of the living room.

“What?” Willie asked.

“Can you turn the music down some? Please. And for Pete’s sake, put a rolled-up towel against the bottom of the door. You can smell the pot halfway downstairs.”

“Okay!” Willie raised his hands. “No problema! Geez.”

It was then that Artie felt his head detach and try to float away.

Whoa. Oh, wow. He was feeling it already?

Somehow, he got to his room and closed the door. He half undressed, turned off the light, and climbed into bed. Thankfully, he fell almost instantly asleep.

Which made it all the more shocking and wonky unsettling when some unknown time later, his bedroom lights blazed on, and he looked up through shielded hands at a female police officer.

“Excuse me, sir. I need you to get up and get dressed. You’e under arrest.”

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FURRY FRIDAY: Bearded Men In Their Underwear ~~ Part One (Not Safe for Work!)

I think a bearded man is hot (as if you didn’t know). I also think a man in his underwear. It’s the frustration of the piece of fabric being in the way of what I really want to see. It’s tantalizing. It’s foreplay. And it is darned sexy too.

Want to see? I bet you do! Go ahead and click. But remember that these aren’t safe for work!   Continue reading