Tuesday, May 12, 2015

SM Johnson ~ King and Conquered ~ A short story

New! New! New! New!

A sweet little short story to get your imaginations drooling....

In this medieval, feudal society there is an archaic practice that states a king may ritually and publicly humiliate any who challenge him as a king or a man.

Rémy has never been an enemy of King Braxton, they were in fact childhood friends who once played taboo games in secret. But when Rémy’s stepmother is insulted by King Braxton’s new wife, Queen Althea, Rémy is sent to challenge the king and win back his stepmother’s honor.

Unfortunately for Rémy, King Braxton was the victor in the challenge, and this time the game of King and conquered is all too real.

 5,400 words (approx 12 pages). Gay fiction, M/M, M/M/F

*This is a short story, almost a vignette, really. Please enjoy, but don't expect the same level of character development as you'd find in one of my novels. This story ends on a satisfying note, but is labeled Part I in the event related stories are written at a later date.

.99 at Amazon and Smashwords. A nice little lunch break read for the cost of a cup of coffee. Hope you enjoy it! And there will definitely be more installments, and sooner rather than later.

Stay tuned for Love Letters, C is for Courage

Sunday, April 26, 2015

SM Johnson ~ Love Letters - Be Awake!

Hello, my darklings. Me 'n Alice have a new topic already, so you see, this whole A to Z meme is working already. I've been pondering the letter B since my last post, and ideas have been brewing and stewing. What is it that I want to tell ya'll about?

So, here it is....

B is for BE AWAKE.

I might have said something last time, when I wrote about activism, about being awake, but I think it's important enough to repeat, because the thing is, it's super easy to get complacent. Our society, capitalist society, and maybe even life in general these days, is exhausting.

We're staring at our phones taking in a constant stream of information (a lot of it is bullshit, a lot of it is pointless, and a lot of it is only one tiny piece of a much larger story), and we're working hard to pay our bills, to get out of debt or stay out of debt, and most of us are treading water and barely staying afloat, if we're even managing that.

So there's this thing called "compassion fatigue" - where we literally are on information overload and we pretty much go mental check-out until we can't care much about strangers, or people of different cultures, or people half the world away. So it starts to be okay if the people whose rights are being violated in Egypt are from Pakistani, or if they're gay, or if they're transgender sex workers, or oh, hell, they're all the way over there in Egypt, so whatever, it's not like it's happening down the street.

Things that are horrid and just an absolute nightmare FOR REALLY REAL HUMAN BEINGS get about ten minutes of media coverage, which isn't sustainable to provoke actual change.

And maybe we close our eyes for a moment and maybe the praying people offer up a prayer, but ultimately, we give up on actually caring because A) we can't do a whole lot from where we sit, and B) we're fucking tired.

Let me tell you several things now:

BEING AWAKE IS HARD.

BEING AWAKE IS UNCOMFORTABLE.

and

BEING AWAKE IS ENERGIZING.

You can sleep through life, but you will feel sick and half-dead pretty much all of the time. 

So figure out what's really important to you, and live it.

Now...


How about a picture of me n' Alice?







Friday, April 10, 2015

SM Johnson ~ Love Letters ~ Activism

Good morning, darklings, or evening, or whatever time you have wherever you are. Have some coffee. It's kind of coldish and sleeting here and not like spring at all, but coffee makes everything better.

I am a truly terrible blogger, so I thought I'd try something new, in hopes of inspiring myself to talk to you lovelies a little more regularly.

My progress report for DeVante's Children remains "progress is slow" and I hate to keep shouting "buy my other books" - when probably ya'll already have. (But in case you haven't, I DID just drop the price of Jeremiah Quick from 3.99 to 1.99, so now's a really great time to buy it at Amazon or Smashwords) (grin).

MY POINT IS... it's time to change things up, and so I'm giving myself a trite and busy A to Z challenge, starting now. I'm calling it Love Letters, because, well, yanno, the letters of the alphabet are the tools of my trade, and since I love what I do, and since I want to feel passion, I'm going to write about things that inspire passion in myself. So there. And since Alice tends to hang around above my head in my writing nook, I figure I'll change up the blog, too, and call it Alice 'n Me, and and share some fun little dragon picture and maybe even some cricket massacre videos along the way. Because Alice is a weird kid, and I adore her.

A is for Activism

So we (Alice and I) shall start this challenge off with A is for Activism. Because my darlings, I think it is time.

Time? Time for what?

Time to WAKE THE FUCK UP.

Yeah.

It's time to realize that while I, personally, have been able to do and learn a lot of really great things at my day job, the industry itself is a gigantic mess that hurts the very people I most want to help.

Sometimes the only way it seems like I can be effective is to go beyond the scope of my job, to care too much, and honestly, in what I do, caring too much might actually be a signal that it's time to do something else.

Weird, huh?

I'm not talking about writing books, here, obviously.

So anyway. I need to figure out how to position myself to work with the people I love to work with before they land in the system that I currently work in. And I don't know if that means looking to work in a different place, or volunteering somewhere, or taking a gigantic risk and starting my own kind of place, but... my eyes are wide open.

I can't bear another Leelah Alcorn, Taylor Alesana, or a single one of the SEVEN young trans suicides that have been completed so far this year, as reported by the Advocate.  I can't close my eyes to the fact that kids are dying from bullying and cruelty and being unable to find a safe space in REAL LIFE.

I can't, I can't, I can't.

I don't know what the answers are, but I'm going to look for some.

The weird, the strange, the queer, the antisocial, the trans, the quiet, the lost, the scared, the throwaways, the sensitives, the Dark, the ones who just can't figure out how to fit into mainstream society or can't figure out why they don't - I want them - I want them ALL, and I want to help them learn how to EXIST here. How to be themselves. How to be artists. How to say NO. How to survive. How to stop hurting themselves because the world hurts them enough already.

Eyes wide open and ready for action. That's activism, isn't it?



If you are a trans or gender-nonconforming person considering suicide, Trans Lifeline can be reached at 877-565-8860. LGBT youth (ages 24 and younger) can reach the Trevor Project Lifeline at 1-866-488-7386. The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255 can also be reached 24 hours a day by people of all ages and identities.



And hey - if you or someone you know calls one of the above numbers and gets blown off or treated less than respectfully, I wanna hear about it - in a comment here, or even better, in a quick email to devante9901@aol.com.

Thanks.