Since my Gay Groom blog is out of photo space, I have created a new blog just for my Gay Groom photo blogs.
See my photos of the Atlantis 2015 Gay Cruise by clicking on the photo below or here.
Jeffrey, The Gay Groom
Here are a few videos I took over the course of the week on the Big Gay Atlantis Cruise. I will be posting photos soon!
Jeffrey on St. Maarten:
The White Party:
Here is the article I wrote for the Globe and Mail about my experience attending a naked bookclub that recently read my novel, Shirts and Skins.
What would Alice Munro do? That is the one question I have asked myself repeatedly since I published my first novel, Shirts and Skins.
And over the past two years I have tried my best to adhere to this mantra: I have done library readings, chatted and sipped tea with ladies’ book clubs, exchanged polite correspondence with readers and had the occasional book signing, just as I thought Alice would do or had done during her career…
Jeffrey, The Gay Groom
From Jeffrey’s bedroom….
In Within a Budding Grove (À l’ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs), the second volume of Marcel Proust’s novel, In Search of Lost Time, the young narrator describes his disillusionment with New Years Day and the moment he discovers that “New Years Day was not a day different from the rest… it’s not the first day of a new world.”
Here Proust’s narrator begins to see that time passes indifferently. The future does not magically open up on New Years Day; there is no break in the calendar. There is only the unheeding fluidity of the old days and years that, unknown to the Years themselves, we choose to invest with a different name each January in our attempt to shape and modify them to suit us. Proust writes:
“I returned home. I had just spent the New Year’s Day of old men, who differ on that day from their juniors, not because people have ceased to give them presents but because they themselves have ceased to believe in the New Year.”
For Proust, loss in the belief in New Years is a loss of hope.
So, as the year come to a close (a random demarcation in the fluidity of days or not) the Gay Groom is spending some time looking back over the past 364.25 days and pondering his successes and (shall we say) non-successes of 2014.
There were many grand moments.
My novel, Shirts and Skins, continues to do well. I did a number of readings and signings which went quite well. I also met a lot of great people who connected with the novel (including a naked book club that asked me attend). I also made great strides with my second novel I hope to have complete in the spring and (hopefully) be out sometime in 2015. I was also thrilled to have been asked to be a guest on Hamilton Life TV-show to discuss my novel in Hamilton, which was a lot of fun and was top of the list of a CBC article on books set in Hamilton. Shirts and Skins was also voted one of the “Hottest Reads” for the summer. As far as travel went this year, I went on yet another cruise in February to see the Caribbean again. and went back to Europe to see Madrid and (for the first time) the incredibly gay Gran Canaria (here are videos plus photos (warning – bare asses). I also launched my website jeffreyluscombe.com. and my YouTube channel (where you can finally see if I lisp or not!). One of the most exciting things to happen this year was being asked to speak to a high school GSA in my old hometown of Hamilton. And of course there was WorldPride in Toronto this year (more bare asses). And let us not forget the incredible World Pride Rainbow. I also did more freelance work for some magazines. Including pieces diverse as LGBT rights in Uganda, LGBT Rights around the world to travel articles on Palm Springs and what guys were reading on my Atlantis gay cruise.
And there were less than grand moments.
First and foremost was, of course, losing my father in November. But I did have the support of many of you for which I want to thank you all for again. Any other trials and tribulations seem unimportant in comparison.
“But”, Proust may have asked if he were to drop by this New Years Eve, “does the Gay Groom still believe in New Years? Or will he have the New Years of old men.”
“Well, Marcel,” I’d say as I handed him a cognac, “believe isn’t quite the right word. Instead, I choose to accept the contrived and artificial demarcation of New Years. Let’s call it a ‘New Years of mature men'”.
I choose to accept New Years because I hope.
And aren’t all those fresh pages in my new red 2015 journal (which one day will prove to be a most scandalous memoir) 364 pages of lined hope?
At the end of Proust’s enormous novel, when his narrator (after squandering year after year of his life and writing potential on frivolous society parties and obsessive love) suddenly discovers that death is imminent, is overcome with the need to write. In writing, the narrator regains time by folding time – and himself – into the pages of the book.
And on that note, your humble blogger signs off for the year.
The story continues…
Happy New Year!
Jeffrey, The Gay Groom
A New Year’s message from Jeffrey….
Honoured to have Puck Buddies (for boys who like boys who like hockey) run my article on my worst Xmas gift every.
Originally posted on PuckBuddys:
This may be the start of a holiday tradition for us. We found this this piece by Jeffrey Luscombe, in which he tells the story of a gay kid [a good Ontario boy] getting hockey skates for Christmas – and hating it. Despite his dad wanting him to be a great hockey player, putting him on skates at two, it didn’t stick. Given the chance on ice, he was more drawn to Dorothy Hamill than an NHLr. Jeffrey graciously allowed us to repost.
Continuing with my “Christmas in the 70s” series, I look back gifts. Not the gifts I wanted and received like my pogo stick, the soundtrack album to The Sound of Music or my Stretch Armstrong (or even the ones I really wanted but couldn’t mention like an Easy Bake Oven), but the one I received almost every Christmas and never ever wanted.
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