It’s July! JULY! You know, that month that brings America independence, fireworks, BBQ, and afternoon and evening thunderstorms. It also means we’re about 6 weeks away from BP possibly finally maybe probably not cutting off their massive oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. Hurrah! Wait, whut?

The summertime song is allegedly destined to be “California Gurls” by Katy Perry featuring Ludacris. But you know, I’m more particular to Kat DeLuna’s “Push, Push” (featuring Akon, cause you know everything features someone.) And then there is that patently silly “Pretty Boy Swag” by Soulja Boy. Wait, he’s a pretty boy? Oh… wait.. no… he says “no homo” in the song. Psha! Like us respectful fags would accept you, assclown.

On to more important news: The economy seems to still blow for most, but thankfully my local economy is really picking up some steam. I’m trying very hard to adjust and make sure I’m putting some away now that I’m not spending so much on things like car payments and full coverage insurance. I could use some health care, god knows. And I don’t mean the kind that comes in a cocktail glass.

Pride Weekend is once again moving in Atlanta. We didn’t have it in June -again- which blows donkey balls. Last year, it was on Halloween which apparently worked out really well. I just went to the parade which was cold but nice as always. The Latinos looked like they were celebrating the hardest. The rest of us should look to that and be reminded what it’s like to have some real fire in our pride. This year Atlanta Gay Pride is on my birthday weekend, October 9th.

But before that happens, I gotta do the Alchemy thing with Kaze up in the North Georgia Mountain. It’s kind of like Burning Man, but on a smaller scale.

Also coming up is another fine edition of DragonCon. It’s Labor Day Weeekend, always, always, always. Maybe you should come and join me. It’s a lot of fun, the most accessible geek celebrities, and will make you rethink that whole “nerds don’t get laid” stuff.

Finally, I’ve been thinking a lot about Magic: The Gathering again suddenly. I bought a terrible terrible version of it on Steam the other day called Duels of the Planeswalkers. It’s also on XBOX. It’s horrid. Don’t buy it. It was a waste of money to be sure. You can’t even build your own deck? WHAT? Magic: Online is cheaper and certainly is making me think about it a bit. There’s also a new Core set coming out in two weeks. Is this something I could get into again? If it’s still played, maybe I could even make some new friends. I’d chalk this nostalgia up to the fact that I’m 31 (almost 32), but that would imply that I’ve grown up in the meantime, which we all fucking know is not true.

Anyway, that’s the update for now. Don’t forget to buy some books.

1. World Cup.  Alright, everyone’s got their vuvuzula stuff out of their system by now right?  I mean, this thing has been underway for a while and the competition is heating up.  There are bad ref calls and whatever.  What I just learned is that the United States wants to host the Cup in the future.  Why?  While the US Team is doing fine and dandy, people don’t really care.  They may pretend to care just like they pretend to like classic films like Casablanca when they haven’t ever really seen it.  I’m more than okay letting the world enjoy their World Cup without America feeling like she has to get all into it.

2. Oil Spill. OMFG, is that shit still going on? You know, when I made my first Facebook post about that, it was already two weeks old. Now it’s more than two MONTHS old. Beaches are getting trashed, lives are being devastated, and it’s become quite the nightmare environmental scenario. Worse, the relief wells are still not due to be complete for over another month and you know, I am not all that confident that’ll fix things either. This situation cannot be minimized. It really is THE most important thing in America right now. It practically screams what’s wrong with our government, our industry, and our energy policy what with all the corruption and inaction across the board.

3. Afghan War. A big time general got kicked out because he said lots of negative things about those in charge in an article published in Rolling Stone. First, Rolling Stone still exists? Secondly, I want to know why we’re still in Afghanistan. It ain’t to fight Al Qeada like was originally planned. They’ve moved on to Pakistan. Is it to fight the Taliban? Is it to fight people that only fight us because we’re there fighting them fighting us? I thought I elected Obama to get us out of these wars. Wait, that brings me to…

4. President Obama. He hasn’t closed down Gitmo. He hasn’t brought home our troops. He hasn’t really done a very good job at bringing our economy back. He kept many of the Bush era policies of warrant-less wiretapping and secret prisons. He’s half-assed the repeal of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell. He’s half-assed nominated liberalish people to the Supreme Court. I’m going to say what many of my liberal friends won’t… he’s not been an effective leader. Yes, I know it’s only been such and such many months. Yes, I know he inherited many problems. But he’s had plenty of time to suck on his own. He completely has bungled the Oil Spill. He continues to not be a good leader in economic policies that reform the way things are done. Handing out cash isn’t a solution. His one big win of Health Care isn’t even really that impressive considering it lacks a Public Option and the implementation of the effects are all way diluted with time. He has squandered a majority in the house and senate and now with mid-term elections looming, under his leadership or lack thereof, there are overwhelming predictions that Republicans (and even more terrifying Tea Party members) are going to be roaring back. Son, I am disappoint.

5. “Later, Skater: On Tour!” Buy your copy for summer reading today. Sales haven’t been great, which is confusing me. I mean, I sold and gave away lots and lots of copies of the original “Later, Skater” The sequel is bigger and better and downloadable for instant gratification for only 5 dollars. FIVE DOLLARS! Get it today to help keep me encouraged about my writing.

Yanno now is not a bad time at all for me to remind you find folks that “Later, Skater: On Tour” is available for download for a mere 5 dollars and the original “Later, Skater” is at the perma-lower price of 3 dollars.

But check this, if you want physical copies to show all your friends just how cool you are, Lulu is offering free shipping in the US for orders over 20 bucks. Soooo, if you grab both of the “Later, Skater” books, that’ll get you in AND you’ll have two great things to read AND you’ll be supporting my independent voice!

I got my most recent royalty check for all my book sales over the last month. This included the release of “Later, Skater: On Tour,” so I was especially anxious to see how much I’d be rewarded financially. No, of course, I’m not really doing it for the money. I mean, they don’t call it ‘starving artist’ for nothing right? Actually the fan letters I’ve been getting recently have really made me feel richer than Warren Buffet and Bill Gates combined. (But not that Steve Jobs guy. What an asshole.)

Thanks to everyone who bought my books in the past month. And to you who have still been holding off, “Later, Skater” the original is at a perma-low price of 3 dollars. The recently released sequel is 5. That means you could download them together for 8 and have way more fun than going to see some lame summer blockbuster flick. Besides, I assure you my stuff has more boy x boy action.

Get your summer reading here, and don’t worry, I won’t make you write a book report in the fall.

Fans of my novel Later, Skater who aren’t necessarily fans of the television show House should catch the May 3rd episode. (Season 6, Episode 19) The patient he treats makes mention of an ex-gay camp perhaps similar to New Horizons for Daily Living. The subject continues to run through the course of the problem solving medical comedy-drama, and touches on the concepts of sexuality and choice. When I did my research, I didn’t find any places doing anything medically to any of the people admitted to one of those type camps, but it’s additionally terrifying to think that some do things like experiment with hormone or other chemical compound therapy.

Whether under the guise of Freedom of Religion or not, such facilities really ought to be looked into. And in the case of those being placed there under the age of where they can legally consent themselves, it shouldn’t be seen as anything other than abuse.

Later, Skater and it’s sequel Later, Skater: On tour are both available at lulu.com.
House airs on FOX on Monday nights and is available at hulu.com.
To learn about all things ballet, that is available at tutu.com.

First off, there is one more week left in the free giveaway for the downloads of “Later, Skater.”
So far, 400 people have downloaded it. I couldn’t be happier sharing my work with you.

However, since I’m also wanting to make some financial returns on the whole process, I’m glad to say that sales have been great!

Since April 20th:

Later, Skater physical prints sold: 1
Freakshow physical prints sold: 2
Later, Skater: On Tour physical prints sold: 4
Later, Skater: On Tour downloads: 5

Now, you may not think 12 is a lot. And if I was some big-name author it wouldn’t be. But I’m not. I’m an independent author selling my wares via the internets. 12 sales in 4 days is huge with that kind of perspective.

If you haven’t yet got your copy, be it physical or download, do it before May 1st so you can take advantage of that free shipping coupon (3.99 off order) FREEMAIL305. And if you can’t buy anything right now because you don’t have money or because you’re too young to have access to a digital means for paying things (Lulu does take Paypal btw) that’s okay. It’s been my pleasure to give you “Later, Skater” this month for free.

Kalki and Skittles are back with a brand new adventure in my sequel to the well received independently published novel “Later, Skater.” You can still download that one for free until the end of the month.

And now I’ve let loose with another flurry of hot skaterboy action. Join Kalki as he gets a coveted spot on The Pump Tour and travels from location to location. Will he pick up tricks, or just lay them down on the half-pipe? And what will happen to his now long-distant relationship with Skittles?

This novel is NOT about coming out of the closet. We’re already secure in our sexuality. No, this novel is about coming to terms with your own expectations and discovering if you have what it takes to succeed.

Buy a physical copy of “Later, Skater: On Tour” for 13 dollars plus shipping. OR get some instant gratification right this second by purchasing a download of it for only 5 dollars. Either way, you’ll be getting, what I think is hopefully another great read, and you’ll be supporting your favorite webmaster/novelist.

Lulu was so kind to give me a coupon to give you all for 3.99 off your order. Use coupon code: FREEMAIL305 at checkout. This offer is valid until May 1st, so it’ll be good for when “Later, Skater: On Tour” comes out next Tuesday. And the best part, it won’t affect my royalties at all, so don’t be afraid to use it.

With “Later, Skater: On Tour” being released next Tuesday, April 20th, 2010, I expected people to be excited. After all, it has been two years since the original was put out there and gobbled up by fans. What? Don’t think I have fans? Well, actually, neither did I. I thought I had some people who graciously bought my novels and enjoyed them on a certain level.

But fans?

Apparently they’re fanatic enough to create me some “Later, Skater” fan art. Take a look at what Perth did. Knocked me right out of my computer chair it did. Totally unexpected! But, hey, look how awesome it is. The artist got everything right. The 8-bit Blue Ghost t-shirt. Skittles’ kool-aid inspired hair. And I can almost hear Jackie in the distance calling out for a “HAND CHECK!”

I’m gleeful to be sure to know that perhaps, just perhaps, I have arrived.

“Later, Skater: On Tour” is coming at you Tuesday, April 20th, 2010. You’ll be able to order copies of the novel for 13 dollars plus shipping, OR you can get some immediate release the day it comes out by downloading it for 5 dollars.

Need something now? Like now? “Later, Skater” is currently FREE. That’s right. It’s free for the taking. Just go to lulu.com and get your download copy. (Physical copies are on sale as are ones of “Freakshow” for 10 dollars.) This promotion ends when April does, so get some today.

Pixie: I’m here with skateboarding legend, Kalki Helaku.

Kalki: [laughing] I’m no legend.

Pixie: Well you are The Blue Ghost, isn’t that right?

Kalki: Yes. It’s a nickname that kind of started sort of to rival Shawn White’s “Flying Red Tomato” and a play on my skin tone and condition.

Pixie: You are an albino.

Kalki: Yeah. So, ghost, casper, pale boy, freak. Man, I’ve heard it all.

Pixie: Well, tell us about “Later, Skater: On Tour.” I’ve heard we finally get to read about you in action!

Kalki: There was plenty of action in the first one, man.

Pixie: [laughing] Are you talking about the escape from that Bible thumping correctional institution? Or are we talking about some other kind of thumping?

Kalki: [blushes, laughing] Oh man!

Pixie: For those of you who just don’t know, “Later, Skater” is the original. It’s about Kalki here getting sent to New Horizons For Daily Living. A sort of, well, you explain it.

Kalki: It’s one of those centers where religious, like, pastors and psychologists and therapists try and convince people that are gay to believe that can become straight.

Pixie: It’s terrible. Sad.

Kalki: Very sad. But you know, I meet my boyfriend, Mishka there, so, I mean, I got something out of it, at least.

Pixie: He’s returning for the sequel right? He’s in “Later, Skater: On Tour?”

Kalki: Yeah. And there are lots of people back. Uh, Jeremy, uh, Eddie. My mom. Who else?

Pixie: Jackie?

Kalki: [laughing, hides face] Yes, Jackie’s back too.

Pixie: So, with the focus now purely on your skateboarding, you get the opportunity to go on a pro-tour. What happens?

Kalki: Well, you gotta get a copy and read it for yourself when it comes out. [laughs] But, I’ll tell you that I do go on the tour. I mean, there wouldn’t be much of a story if that didn’t happen, right?

Pixie: Right.

Kalki: And this kind of becomes an issue for Skittles and me.

Pixie: Skittles is Mishka for those of you who don’t know.

Kalki: Right. They really ought to get “Later, Skater.”

Pixie: It’s actually a free download this month.

Kalki: [makes a shocked face] Really? Free? Wow!

Pixie: Well, we’re promoting the new shit, you know?

Kalki: [laughs] Right, of course. You’re like Eddie, always promoting. Ha! Ha! But, yeah, anyway, on the tour, I got to fight my way up the leader board. You know, prove myself to these other boys who will do just about anything to see you fall flat on your face.

Pixie: That’s where David Orchard comes in.

Kalki: Ooooh, yes. David Orchard. [raises fist] My nemesis!

Pixie: Tell me a little about him.

Kalki: He’s this red-headed British guy, right, and he’s top dog. I mean, it’s practically his tour. He snaps his fingers, shit gets done, you know? And, of course, I butt heads with him.

Pixie: And maybe something else?

Kalki: [laughs, blushes, waves hands frantically] Well don’t give it away, Pixie! Ha! Ha!

Pixie: I won’t give it away. But besides that, there is a good story with Skittles back home too, right?

Kalki: Oh, absolutely! He’s adorable and everyone’s favorite.

Pixie: We love Skittles.

Kalki: We do.

Pixie: Alright, well thanks for your time, Blue Ghost.

Kalki: No problem. Later, skater.

Pixie: I’m no skater, but thanks. [laughs] “Later, Skater: On Tour” will be available on lulu.com on April 20th, 2010 in both download and physical formats. Downloads are going to be five dollars, and to buy paperback versions of the book, they’ll be thirteen plus shipping. They got one shipping option that’s pretty cheap. And, of course, google “Lulu coupon” to find a coupon code to save some money.

In preparation for the release of “Later, Skater: On Tour” later this month, I thought why not just GIVE away the first one? Now, while I can’t give away actual physical copies of the novel due to the high costs of cum-resistant paper, I sure as hell can give away digital copies. So… for this month only you can download “Later Skater” for the low low price of FREE.

(There are discounts on Freakshow as well.)

I got a surprise in the mail today: Another royalty check for my first novel Pixiesticks. Yeah, I know! Now, I believe the last time I got a check was about two years ago from iUniverse. It wasn’t for much, about 25 bucks or so, but it is really nice to know that there are still copies being sold (and hopefully read) out there.

Hopefully those same people will google Jonathan Sexton and figure out that I’ve written two more: Later, Skater and Freakshow.

Oh? Did I say two more? I meant three more! Later, Skater: On Tour is still being edited, but the pieces are starting to really fall into place. I think there is no good reason why it can’t come out mid-April just like the ones before. I’m getting really psyched about it and I hope you are too! More royalty checks from Lulu would be nice. I get those one a month still, so copies are still either being sold or downloaded.

Did you know you can download copies of the books?

Not only is it cheaper,
Not only is it instant gratification,
but you’re actually supporting me more!

So check out the novels page and get ready for another healthy dose of hot boy x boy goodness with Later, Skater: On Tour next month.

“Later, Skater: On Tour” is still being edited. It will be the sequel to my well received novel “Later, Skater” which is available for sale on Lulu.com.

Here’s an excerpt between albino skaterboy Kalki Helaku and his rival David Orchard.

“Whatcha watchin’, some Mickey Mouse rubbish?”

I rolled over onto my side from where I’d been on my belly and regarded him. There’d been a few times since meeting the guy where he’d made fun of me and I wanted to lash out. But didn’t. I wasn’t quite sure if he meant what he said, or it was just part of some hazing ritual I’d have to prove myself worthy of getting past.

“Nah man, it’s Blue Crush. A movie about chick surfers. It was filmed in Hawaii where I’m fr…” I started. But before I could finish, he’d changed the channel.

Flicking through about a dozen of them in rapid succession, he kind of snorted loudly. He horked up a loogie and just spat it to the carpet. Thankfully, it wasn’t toward me.

“Go close the curtain, will ya, Ghost?”

I chewed the inside of my lip, and then begrudgingly got up from my bed. It being about ten, and knowing I had a big day tomorrow, I was already in pajama bottoms. I wasn’t wearing a shirt or socks, so I was careful to walk around where he’d spat.

While I did that, he kept flicking through channels. He paused a moment on one of the sports channels, but it was in Spanish and they were showing soccer.

As I walked back around the small table where all of his things were, I watched as he moved to lay length-wise on his bed. He leaned up against the backboard, before reaching over and turning off the lamp between our beds.

“So, Ghost.”

“Blue Ghost,” I corrected as I returned to my own bed. I didn’t really intend to, but I mimicked the way he lay in his, though my covers were all messed up and his bed was still perfectly made. I wonder if he’d knocked the chocolate the maid left him onto the floor.

“Blue Ghost, how about a porno film?” He turned and looked to me, remote in hand. David looked as if he was pointing it toward me, but then flipped it around which made it look like he was offering it back. My eyes widened, and I’m sure he could see how odd they looked without my contacts in.

I shrugged but didn’t know what to say. I figured ordering a porno would pretty much instantly get me kicked off tour so I wasn’t about to do that.

“Come on, Blue Ghost. There’s shit on the telly, less you wanna watch football.”

“Soccer?”

David sneered at me. “Right, right, of course. Soccer.” He flipped the remote in hand, and aimed it back to the television. Already, he was into the menus trying to find the pay-per-view selections. “You know what your problem is, Blue Ghost?”

“You can call me Kalki if you want David.” I hoped I wasn’t as timid as I sounded. After all, this was the guy I was going to have to beat if I wanted to get to where he was.

He’d found the adult menu, and was paging through movies that had all sorts of dirty names and pictures of disgusting looking, barely covered girls giving fake sexually hungry looks toward the camera.

I tried not to glance at the television.

“You’re tense. I saw you at the promo and you were tense. I mean, I liked your air. What was that? Maybe one good trick?” David laughed, then took his attention off me to make a choice.

Soon enough, the porno had started and it went pretty much immediately to cheesy music and a girl prowling in her lingerie on a huge king sized bed. I was thinking to myself that this really could only end in tragedy.

This President’s Day weekend you can take 15% off any order on Lulu.com by using the code: “WASHINGTON” on check out. So head on over to my storefront over there and grab you a copy of “Later, Skater.” You will want to read that before its sequel comes out in the spring. AND you’ll be supporting your favorite webmaster.

This week, I get my paycheck and some tax credits from the government. I’ll pay one bill like normal, but what I may be able to do is completely finish paying off my 2005 Ford Focus. As things stand, it has 3 more payments to go, so I could just let it ride. But, I think it’d be much cooler to do it sooner and get it over and done with.

For the first time in about 8 years, provided nothing goes wrong (so I’m knocking on my fake wood desk here) I’ll have a paid for car. And that just makes all sorts of other dominoes fall. I can lower the coverage on the car from full to something more suitable. That will lower those monthly payments. With this extra cash flow, I can seriously attack debts. I can look into getting health care. (Since it’s painfully obvious that our democratic Senators aren’t interested.)

I am very excited, but also very hopeful that this all works to fruition. It will be absolutely amazing that during this down economy, I may be better off than I’ve been in several years. (While everyone else was seeming to do gangbusters.)

Not necessarily money related, work is certainly underway in the editing of “Later, Skater: On Tour.” I’ve worked my way up to this really great scene where [blank] gets to [blank] and due to the fall out of that, [blanks] [blank] which I think is really powerful. These characters developed quite a lot over the entries of the first book. But in giving them a sequel, they practically jump out at you, evolved and matured even more. I can’t wait to share it with you.

I’m looking to try and stay on the April release just like the last two, and of course I’ll continue to try and tempt you leaking more details as I keep editing.

Alright, editing is underway! Yes, I finally said, fuck it, I have to dive back in. I have to see if what I wrote back in November as a sequel to my best selling novel “Later, Skater” is worth a damn.

And wow, I got through the first sex scene and was reminded very strongly why I love to write. What? Is that shallow? Heck no! Kalki and Skittles are very darling characters who are about to gain a whole new layer of dimensions as they journey forward in their sequel.

So what inspires me? You do, of course. You freaky ass homosexuals out there that I love so dearly. I don’t think I say this enough… I’m proud of each and every one of you that not only don’t let your sexual identity define you, but also don’t let others let your sexual identity define your place either.

And then there is music.

On the left hand side, below the Tag-Board you’ll find that GrooveShark widget again. This time, I’ve loaded it up with songs that I would put currently on the “Later Skater: On Tour” soundtrack if I could afford the rights to such a thing. Enjoy and know that I am back on top of this beast, ready to ride it until it’s released.

So, here’s the skinny, I haven’t even started editing “Later, Skater: On Tour.” Normally, I’d already be into the process preparing the novel for the April release, but I haven’t even started. Part of this is because I wrote longer than I normally do, so I thought I’d take a little longer break.

But that should have ended like two weeks ago.

And then there is that whole, “I’ll killed shotalicious” thing which kind of messed everyone up, including me. It was a choice I wanted to make, but I didn’t really think of the consequences of the fact that by killing that site, I was effectively killing a lot of the audience for my novels. I have this worry that now, no one will buy the new book whenever it does come out.

Some of you have followed me back here, and I totally appreciate that. But I’ll be honest, I really could use a kick in the ass to get me started on the editing process. So, if you got a cattle prod hiding somewhere, lemme have it.

In a recent email I wrote to a long lost friend. Actually, he’s not long nor lost. Well, he may be long — I never got to check and ew — but he’s certainly not lost. He moved to Maine, you see. Anyway, where was I? Oh shit, still the beginning? Well then, lemme start over.

I wonder if I’m like a circling airliner, just waiting for my runway. Ugh, metaphors? Come on, Jonathan, you’re a talented writer but that talent comes from NOT doing stupid shit like using terrible metaphors. Start over again!

Fine, fine!

I am thirty-one years old. I live south of Atlanta, GA with my mother, my sister, and her boyfriend whom I dubbed Kid Rock Boyfriend. I don’t know what the deal is, but I think I’m waiting for something.

I have a job that I like most days that I go. I think to myself, honestly, isn’t that more than I can say for many people out there? Often, I’ll make more than 15 dollars an hour, and yet just as often, I will mishandle the money so poorly, I’ll barely make it from month-to-month with my simple but very real bills.

There are a few people I have keyed into my phone that I consider my friends. Sometimes I can’t get a hold of them, and I don’t ever see them as often as I want to. Some because they don’t live here and exist only on the internets, some because they have busy lives and I don’t think they’re waiting for anything like I am.

I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t even have prospects for boyfriends, though you may find me occasionally making out with someone when I got to the bar or nightclub. I’m not exactly sure why that is, but then again, I do live with my mom, my sister, and her Kid Rock Boyfriend. I think more importantly though, I have an aura about me that is warding people away most of the time.

I used to run a website for one of my interests. I closed it when I felt like it was taking up too much of my time without really being all that rewarding. The anime characters used to turn me on, but I stopped really seeing them in that way after a while. Unfortunately, because I closed the site down, I lost pretty much all of my online popularity.

It will absolutely make sales of my upcoming fourth novel decline. I kind of took that into consideration when I pulled the plug, but also kind of ignored it to my own chagrin. Part of me thought that it didn’t really matter. I always said, if I sold one copy that’s all that matters. I’ve also said that if only one person came to pixiesticks.org, it’d be worth it.

I lie to myself, but never to others.

I think I’m waiting on something, but I don’t know what it could be. It’s not like I don’t try and alter the above to make for a more rewarding experience on the planet. I’m about to start editing that upcoming novel. I have new hobbies I find a lot of interest in. I try to approach people and try to make their lives more interesting either as a friend or French Kissing partner. I want my home life situation to be as painless as possible since I still have to stay here, and the same goes for my work.

So… really… what is it?
I don’t know.
Maybe part of it is just this. Putting down what is going on in my life into words and posting them onto pixiesticks. I only post personal posts when something I consider interesting is happening in my life.

But that wasn’t always the case. I was younger… I wrote more about feelings, dreams, desires. Older now, I still have feelings, dreams, desires, but I have to say, it seems they are dull and not colored so brilliantly with idealism. I seem to save that for my novels, as someone critically said about “Freakshow” once.

I am waiting for something. But it’s not a passive form of waiting. It’s not like I am sitting here, watching the calender change. It’s an active form of waiting, if there is such a thing. It’s like I’m trying to hold my ground and maybe even occasionally darting a hand out to claw forward, all while waiting and trying and hoping that things will get better for me.

I dunno about you, but this weekend was really long. I mean, epically long. See, while I did have a really busy day at work on Thursday, that was SO LAST YEAR. That evening, I enjoyed ringing in 2010 at my usual Heretic destination. I kissed some boys, drank some cocktails, and more importantly danced my ass off.

It felt good. It felt like something I hadn’t done much of lately.

So I followed that up by going to The Body Shop. It was an after hours locale that really sometimes could be even better than the prime time hours at any club in Atlanta. The only problem is, the crowds weren’t consistent and after three years, on Jan 2, 2010, it closed.

That was Saturday. I was out on Saturday actually. But I decided to take it back to Jungle which is across the street from Heretic. Armed with two good friends, Kaze and his partner Tatsuo, I did what I’d done not two nights ago: I danced more. I could certainly stand to do more dancing and less of the cocktails as I now am at 160 pounds. It’s not a good number for me, I don’t think.

Speaking of numbers, I really ought to have gotten the one of the Korean guy that my friends introduced me to. We talked quite a bit, and danced a little too. But who gets numbers first it seems these days. You have to Facebook friend and all that right?

It’s all cool though. I think I made a good first impression and that’s a damn good thing to make on the first few days of a new year… or decade.

Sunday, I returned to work to put the supplies away. It’s become overwhelmingly apparent that I’m the only person capable of doing this at my job. Maybe I’m the only queer there with organizational skills, I dunno. I do know that lifting 40 pounds over my head is starting to hurt like a motherfucker.

But whatever, it’s fine. It really is. Monday, my regular off day has come and while I really thought I’d get myself a bit together and prepared for the first real work day of 2010, I instead get another jovial boost with a visit from Courtney. We end up watching MILK (review to come soon on the new Moviesign page to your left) and flirting with Juan. He’s this hot guy I’ve just realized works nights at the CVS on the corner. Delicious!

I look down at the clock/calender on my computer and already it’s January 5th, 2010. I’m starting the fifth day of the new year and all I’ve done is indulge myself in friends and flirting and fun. But you know what, I don’t feel guilty. I shouldn’t feel guilty. It’s the perfect way to start 2010. If you don’t celebrate the things you enjoy doing, while also re-incorporating what you used to do that you enjoyed, and topping it off doing something you haven’t quite done before, what good is any of it.

There’s no real need for me to be making New Year’s Resolutions or anything. I would have technically failed the “quit smoking” one last year. I didn’t end up quitting for good until March 23, 2009. (Nine Months, Twelve Days, 22 Hours and 21 Minutes ago, while extending my life expectancy 19 Days and 23 Hours, by avoiding the use of 5759 cigs that would have cost me $1,191.69.)

I’ve already got the desire to watch more movies and review them here. So I guess you can call that a resolution.

And there is “Later, Skater: On Tour” that will require editing (and later publishing.)

Kaze is trying to see if I can’t get into an Improv class which I think would be not only fun, but again is something I used to do (back in college) and would probably get me to enlarge my friend group… or improve my relationships… or make me some extra cash.

So just because tomorrow is my first day back to the mundane, I think my focus will be more on the first few days of the year, consider my focus for the rest of them, and wish myself a very happy 2010.

Last night at Hertic’s 18th Birthday party I got to see Kaze. Well, that’s always possible. Joining us though was Courtney, aka Elf! That beautiful illustrator is just on the verge of graduating from college. That’s right… She’s getting an official degree in illustration!

Better yet for me, she said she is absolutely going to do the illustration for “Later, Skater: On Tour” next year.

Oh, and there was something else about wanting to spend some of Christmas with me. Hurrah! I could use a heavy dose of Elf.

So you remember that whole NaNoWriMo thing. You know, where you write a novel that’s 50,000 words in 30 days during the month of November? I’m talking about the event that for me gave birth to “Later Skater” back in 2007 and “Freakshow” in 2008 where I later cleaned them up and published?

Well, I’m finally done with 2009′s event.

Yeah, um, it took a bit longer than 30 days and it’s a bit longer than 50,000 words.

I did complete 50,000 of them during the 30 days, so I am a legit winner, of course. But, well, “Later Skater: On Tour” is (before the first bit of editing is done) 255 pages, 69,266 words long.

Now, I let it sit and fester for a little while before I attack it again with a pointy stick. Well, actually doing that is kind of old fashioned. We use computers now so it’s more like a pointy mouse arrow.

I’m so relieved. This was an undertaking to be sure. And while there is a lot of work left to be done before you can all order it and enjoy it, I’m really glad to be able to take a break from the hardcore writing schedule.

This weekend was filled with more NaNoWriMo which is funny because I thought the event was supposed to end December 1st? Ha! Ha! As Kalki likes to write. See, turns out apparently I’m so pro now at writing 50,000 words in one month that this year the story demanded to be bigger, longer, and uncut.

This may be a good thing. I got a few reviews of my writing from some people who bought previous works and they weren’t very good.

“You are naive about being gay,” said one person who read “Freakshow”. I tried to correct them, but it didn’t do any good. I said that I may be “idealistic” about being gay but hardly “naive.” I mean, how can I be naive when I am gay? I write about what I wished were true, not what is actually true. That’s idealistic. Ah well.

“I didn’t like it, but couldn’t stop reading it,” said another. This is kind of a back-handed compliment I guess. I really think it’s an interesting thing to say. Sadly, they really didn’t expand on why they didn’t like it. Maybe it was the storyline of “Later, Skater” what with it’s kind of sad ex-gay religious stuff.

He also said that he didn’t buy that Skittles is two years younger than Kalki. I tried to explain that Skittles has had to grow up faster due to the harsh reality of his upbringing in Russia, but he didn’t seem to think that was good enough. He also said that Kalki being an albino didn’t really factor in much. I tended to agree with this, but that was partly by design.

See, Kalki has to deal with being all of these things… only child, strict parents, albino, oh yeah, and he’s gay too, see, the idea is that it’s just one more layer that’s frustrating for him to overcome. I will say that in the sequel it comes up a bit more since the gay part has been kind of dealt with for him.

So, those were some comments I got this weekend about my work.

I’m still writing though. Still moving forward with the next novel called “Later, Skater: On Tour.” I’m writing the end of it now, actually. Then we’ll let it stew and fester before taking it apart for rewrites and editing. I think people will really like it.

Just, maybe, not those two people.

Reached 50,000 today. How appropriate to do it on Thanksgiving huh? I’m so so thankful for the support people have given me, either by just rooting me on, or by purchasing previous novels.

The work here is far from done. I still have more words to write in that the storyline isn’t done yet. And then come rewrites.

But the main thing is, for the third year in a row (and my only three years attempted) I have beaten the NaNoWriMo 50,000 word novel in 30 days challenge.

Good luck to those of you still writing and shared congrats to those who also have obtained success.

Here is another excerpt from the raw form of “Later, Skater: On Tour.” I must remind you that it will contain spoilers, however, since there are numerous rewrites and revisions to be done, the final way this may play out may not be the same when the book is published in 2010.

Monday, June 8, 2009
3:30 PM

Casper,

Alrighty, I got some more time to fill you in on so very important juicy details. After all, I just barely got to the part where I ran into Synth last night in the hotel lobby right?

He was sitting at the bar, talking with what I thought was a Japanese lady, but turns out she was Korean. Oops, my bad. She was gorgeous, red strapped dress, nice shoes. Synth looked downright delicious as well. He was totally playing up his androgny now, and even if I wasn’t deliberately trying to avoid getting into an elevator with David Orchard, I probably would have made a scene anyway.

“SYNTH?!”

His head shot up, and he looked in my direction. He barely got a chance to put his flute of wine down before standing. Apollogizing profusely to the woman he was with, he moved my way just as I was coming to him. We met somewhere in the middle where I scooped him up into a hug. Behind me I heard the bell ring for the elevator doors closing. David would have to go on without me.

“Kalki… or should I say Blue Ghost. You know, I had vauge thoughts about you the other night.” Synth drew me back up the ramp to the bar, but the guy behind it gave us both stern looks. It was definitely in that, “What are you crazy Americans doing?” tone of glares too. Ha! Ha!

“I think about you every night, what are you talking about.” I admitted unashamedly. I looked to the woman, bowed my head a bit, and said, “I’m so so sorry for interrupting. I haven’t seen Synth in so long and here we both are halfway around the world?”
“Ah well, I’m all around the world these days.” Synth had eased his shapely butt back onto the barstool and smiled up at where I stood. “Modeling for this lovely woman’s studio. This is Lin Chee, she’s in charge of the Asia division of Duality Studios.”

“Isn’t that over on…”

“Corner of Tenth and Peidmont back home, yeah. That’s pretty much how I got my start back into this when Qian and I went our seperate ways.”

Lin followed the conversation, but remained out of it. She sipped her drink in silence before finally deciding to ask me. “What do you do here in Tokyo?”

“He’s on…”

“I’m on…” Synth and I started speaking at the same time. It was great! It was like seeing him changed everything for me. This man was a ray of sunshine in what had become a very dark and cloudy world. I mean, already by this point, I was thinking about that 1st place win and how I was going to have to deal with David. And how it was kind of a tainted victory too.

“I’m on a skateboarding tour. The Pump Tour? You’ve probably never heard of it. I hadn’t really followed it either since I was more thinking of the X-Games, but I got on back in Atlanta and well, we’re here now for another week.” I explained to her, but mostly to Synth. I was already angling for the possibility we could get together?

“Well, Chee and I were wrapping up some contract negotiations, but I’m in room three eleven if you want to come over in about an hour. I’d love to play catch up.” Synth was as gracious as he ever had been.

Immedately I thought of the days following the escape from New Horizons and how Mishka and I stayed with him while trying to figure out what to do. If it hadn’t for me breaking my arm and needing to go to the doctor, we might have stayed even longer than we did.

And of course I thought of the hard crush I had on him before I was even sent to New Horizons. So much had happened since then. I had so much more experience since then. He said he wanted to play catch up, I immedately started thinking I wanted to play something naughtier.

There was also a very angry David Orchard waiting for me up in the room. This was perfect.

“I’d love that.”

And without much more hesitation, I scrambled out of there and up to the room. But I made sure to ask Leshawn to come with me. He was the guy who’d been coming in second most often. Today he was third. Leshawn didn’t take the tour seriously and yet this black kid from DC ends up just taking so much prize money home. He says, “just here to have fun, bro.” And maybe, just maybe, he’s got the right idea.

Sure enough when David answered the door, he took one look at Leshawn and just backed off without saying a word. He didn’t even respond when the guy asked him if he was going to the practice runs that are about to start today. I’m having too much fun hanging with Synth to make it. I can’t always catch up closer toward the second event this coming Sunday.

I grabbed my laptop, some clothes and was out the door.

When I showed up at Synth’s, he wasn’t there yet. I leaned up against the door and waited and waited. He still didn’t show. It seemed like forever went by, but it was actually just another hour past the time he said. Synth then appeared, staggering down the narrow hotel hallways. I wanted to be annoyed, I felt so strongly inside that I needed to yell at him for being so late. But thankfully my brain was overpowering the emotions that I think the hormone I’d injected were trying to get me to feel.

I laughed, “Chee gave you one too many, Synth?”

“Japanese sake. Does it… Does it every time. Will you open… open this for me?” He gave over the plastic keycard and I slid it across the reader unlocking the door.

Suffice to say Synth promptly went to his bed and blinked out. I took the liberty of staying the night, but was careful to spend it on the couch. I mean, he could have had a boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Or both. Fuck, Synth can get whoever and whatever he wants looking the way he does. So even though the couch was tiny and uncomfortable and I was starting to feel a bit sore from the skating, that’s just how it had to go down.

We woke up this morning to a wake up call and room service. Synth apparently had food delivered at nine every day.

“How long have you been in Japan? He asked me while he shared the food he’d bought.

“Flew in… what was it? Friday?”

“Wow, so you went right from that to pretty much doing a competition? Have you explored the city at all any?” Synth managed to make even buttering some kind of bread look sexy.

It took me a moment to answer, “Oh, um, no. Not really. We’re here a week. Of course, if I get anything less than tenth place, I’m headed back home rather than Soeul.”

“Chee just left back to Korea this morning. I hope she didn’t suffer as bad of a hangover as I’m feeling. Ugh. Why? Why do I drink?” It seemed seperating from Qian and hanging out with models and fashionistas had caused the pretty boy’s flame to burn a bit brighter. He was seriously threatening to become a queen, but I loved it!

“Are you staying here long? I mean, I don’t want to intrude more but…”

“I’m on vacation, Kalki. I’m here until she gets those papers prossessed and starts paying me again. Then maybe I’ll pose for something.” Synth grinned at me and bit into the bread. “As long as it’s hot.”

“And revealing.” I couldn’t help but add.

“Totally revealing.” I swear to god, Synth winked.

“I really need to stay somewhere other than the room I’m in.”

The model poured us both some more ice water, and then proposed what I’d hoped he would without too much more explination. I mean, I actually think I SHOULD tell him everything that’s happened. That’s what I need right now: Some fucking awesome advice from someone I care about. But, that can wait.

“You can stay here. You can stay as long as you want. I mean, I wouldn’t quit the tour or anything, but you know what I’m talking about.” Synth pasued, sighed, and then smiled, “I am really glad to see you.”

“Not as glad as I am.”

Today is the 19th of November which means I should be on word 31,667 by the end of the day today. Well, I’m actually on word 36,774 which means I’m ahead of schedule. HOWEVER, it appears that the sequel to “Later, Skater” is apparently, um, how should I put this, more ambitious. So it’s probably going to go well over the 50,000 word count required to win NaNoWriMo.

Here is another excerpt to excite you as much as I am about the project:

“Aw, come on, mate. You didn’t think you invited that all yourself, no? Look, Kalki, there isn’t anything else to create. Will you stop for a second?” It was his turn to step on the back of his more slender framed board.

I did another heel-stand turn but didn’t get off my board. I just looked back where he stood about fifty feet away. I didn’t know what I was thinking really other than I wanted to beat him, if not Wednesday here in Los Angeles, than the weekend after this one in Tokyo. Or in Korea. Or anywhere else we had a stop including the finals in New York City. But I wasn’t sure I could.

And worse, I wasn’t sure I knew what I was feeling for him.

David walked to where I was and sounded as sincere as I’d heard him yet, “Kalki, you’re a different sort than any other Yank I’ve met on this tour. And I don’t mean you being all pasty whitefaced and crazy eyes.”

I was frowning but it didn’t last because he leaned down and kissed me right there in public on the sidewalk of a busy street.

Part of me wanted to deepen the kiss, but I didn’t. After a second or two, I just applied pressure back. He didn’t wrap his arms around me, and I didn’t move a muscle either. Well, one muscle did move, but how could I help that, he was kissing me, Casper! Ha! Ha!

After he kissed me, he said, “I want to show you something. Come to my room at midnight. Room one-twelve.”

“What about curfew?”

David laughed, “Don’t get caught.”

“I’ve got Big D as my roommate and we just had a fight…” I started to say.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of that waste of time.” David looked to my eyes and there was something very stern in his. I wasn’t really afraid, but it made me shiver.

“Okay,” was all I could manage.

“Good. Go skate.” The way his seriousness spontaniously changed into a playful smile bothered me. But it was hard to keep focus on the mood-swings when he then patted my ass and sent me on my way.

Darius wasn’t back at our room when I got back after dinner. And he didn’t show up while I watched television either. I caught a little bit of iCarly and thought about calling Mishka but decided it was not a good idea. I wrote on the group that Eddie was moderating for me. I answered a few emails from people back home. Most of them just wanted to know if it was as cool as I thought it would be. It’s intense, was the best way I could describe it. And it is.

When it neared midnight, Darius wasn’t back yet. I wasn’t sure what to do about it, but decided to trust what David had said.

For a moment, when I walked the brightly lit corridor of this, let’s just say, not as night hotel we managed to get at the last minute, I felt like I was back at New Horizons for Daily Living. The walls were a dull beige and were lined with doors. Who knew what was going on behind them?

I came to room one-twelve and before I knocked I checked my cell phone to see what time it was. Midnight exactly. David opened the door almost as soon as I went to knock. It scared me so much I fell back a step. He reached out and grabbed at my hand and pulled me inside.

“Wait, David.” As soon as I was in the room, I started to protest. I didn’t want it to be as rough this time.

“It’s okay. We ain’t fucking, I wanted to show you something else.” David had that edge in his voice that I didn’t like so much. It was the sound of someone doing something wrong and not caring at all.

Turns out, he WAS doing something wrong.

He led me to the bed, sat down, and then reached for a box that was sitting on the nightstand. Looking up to me where I had decided to not move so close, I think he winked at me.

“I’m going to help you get that finish you want.”

Curious, I did move closer then. I reached up and rubbed at my eyes. They hurt from the difference in light. The hallways were bright as blazes, but here, in David’s room he had it so very dark. “What do you mean?”

David rummaged through the box, the contents which I couldn’t quite see yet. He withdrew one hand to pat at the bed space next to him. “Come here, I’ll show you.”

I sat down next to him, right next to him. My leg was against his and it felt warm. I liked it so much. I hadn’t realized how lonely I’d gotten out here on tour and how much I rather missed sleeping with someone. Not that I thought that would ever happen with David Orchard.

Especially now.

He pulled out this syringe and little vial. My eyes, as much as they were hurting me, still went wide. “What is that? David?” I moved away, but still remained sitting on the bed. “You aren’t sticking me with that. What is that?”

“Relax. Shit, Kalki. It’s safe. It’s not what you think.”

“I… I don’t know what I think.” I stammered.

David smirked at me, that absolutely delicious smirk that I hated so much but couldn’t believe how much I wanted to see again. It was impressioned deep in my mind when he was fucking me so hard in the bathroom and I thought about it often when jerking off in the mornings since.

“Is it, like a steriod?”

“No, that would show up on a piss test and get you kicked off the tour. I don’t want that for either of us.”

I couldn’t help but slowly scoot back closer to him. I thought maybe I could read the lable on the small bottle or something, but in the dim light, I really couldn’t make it out. “So what is it then?”

“Growth hormone.” He tilted the syringe as if brandishing a gun and showing it to me. Sticking the vial with it, he pulled back the stopper inside.

“Well I don’t want it.” I protested. But it didn’t sound very convincing. And… it wasn’t, Casper. I mean, I worked so hard and the best I could come up with was thirteenth and sixth so far? And David said it wasn’t a steriod.

“It’s perfectly safe and professional athletes do it all the time, Kalki. Like I was saying before,” David started to explain, his eyes lifting toward me before he focused on withdrawing the needle when it was full. “There aren’t any new tricks to invent. Now, it’s all about doing them better.”

Then, he moved the box back to the nightstand, turned his body away from me, pulled his boxer shorts down off one of his ass cheeks and just stuck himself right then and there.

I couldn’t believe it.
I still can’t believe it.

I looked at him, my mouth dropped open. I was offended by the idea that we were just supposed to make the tricks look good, but I couldn’t find my voice to argue with him. And you know, Casper, steriod or hormone or whatever it was, it obviously did work and was safe enough as far as I could see. David was number one. David was at the top.

But why would he share that with me?
Unless he really does like me.

I got up and walked to the door without looking back when he said “Ghost!” again like he had out on the streets of Los Angeles. I didn’t care that I could no doubt probably kiss him or that we’d probably take off our clothes and fuck again.

I can’t do that right now. I have to process all of this. I need… I want…
Fuck!! I don’t know what I need or want right now.

Maybe I need sleep.
Goodnight, Ollie.

–Kalki

PS: Mr Rigdon just called. It’s like five in the morning. He asked me to get Darius’ things together and that he’d come get them. Apparently, he had a good time at a nightclub and passed out. He was just kicked off the tour.

Did David do this?

As you know, I’m currently in the middle of NaNoWriMo. Well, actually, I’m more like a few thousands words AHEAD of the middle. But that’s not really the point. The point is, I’m back with another excerpt from my composing the first draft of the sequel to “Later, Skater”

This means if you don’t want to know ANYTHING that happens in the book that is currently predicted to be published in April of 2010, you shouldn’t read this. But I’m warning you… it’s got sex so you may want to.

“Come on.”

Suddenly David is sliding out of the booth and reaching for me. I hesitate, but when he grabs my shoulder, I’m up to my feet again. He directs me not toward the direction out of the place, nor up to the elevated bar, but back through the door that leads to a small hallway.

With him at my back, he practically pushes me. We pass the first door for ladies, and go into the one at the end of the hall for men. I hadn’t even fully gone past the sink before he’s locked the door behind us and is reaching for the button on my pants.

Well, Casper, my heart suddenly thudded before jumping into high gear. It was like we were doing time trials, attempting to get in as many successful tricks before the buzzer. After he’d got my pants undone, zipper down, and pulled at my kakhi shorts, he quickly started helping me with those damned buttons on his fly. I gotta say, they are the most frustrating thing! I imagine bra straps are pretty challenging too in the heat of a moment, but I wouldn’t know anything about that. Ha! Ha!

Once we’re all exposed, he’s grabbing my dick and jerking and I do the same to him. He’s looking down at what our hands are doing. In fact, one of his pulls up his shirt and he tucks it under his chin so he can really see my working his cock. I keep my light blue one down to hide as much of my pale skin as possible. He could have seen his good, but a bit clumsy stroke if he wanted to.

I use my free hand instead to kind of cling to his shoulder. My curled fingers tighten my grip as we our breathing gets harder. When I see him shift his weight, seperating his stance a little more, I know he’s getting close. I think about dropping down, and just sucking him off again, but I don’t.

No, Capser, I just went for it.

I pull back from him and turn toward the side while still stroking his hardness. He looks to me, licks his lip, but gives me that sneer I’m becoming to distrust. It usually proceeds him trash talking or pulling some prank on someone.

And sure enough, he lets go of my dick to finish turning me the rest of the way around. I made some kind of yelping noise, I think. But since I was the one who started it, I didn’t feel bad or anything about him bending me over.

I just wished I’d thought it through a bit more.

David wrest his cock from my hand and with my bent over, kind of put it approximately where it was supposed to go. I mean, thankfully the resturant and bathroom were rather warm along with everything in San Diego it seemed. I was a little sweaty and that helped slide his dick down my crack to the hole. But, man, without real lube or nothing, it hurt like a motherfucker.

He pushed in, and withdrew about halfway before going in again. I struggled to stand while being bent over. Glancing around, I looked for something to hold onto, and actually stepped us over so I could brace myself on the sink.

The fucking was hard and deep and burned. I won’t lie. It wasn’t anything I’d ever felt with Skit. Our sex, even when we were horny as hell and going at it like rabbits was still kind of laced with sweetness.

Not David. He shifted his legs so that his thighs bumped up against the backs of mine and he slammed upwards into me roughly. And even though I figured we were in a public restroom and it couldn’t last too long, it seemed to go on for quite a while.

I found myself panting. I looked up in the mirror and saw myself panting. Behind me, David had his shirt pulled back up and pinned under his chin while he looked down at where his inches disappeared into my asshole. I squinted. He didn’t reach around to stroke me and it was probably a good thing because it’d kind of gone down halfway. I guess it was just that I was thinking about it too much.

About how someone could try to open the locked bathroom door.
About how he wasn’t using a condom and I’d started it.
About how much it hurt.
About how it wasn’t with Skittles.

“Don’t… ugnnn.. come… ugnnn… inside.” I grunt.

“Okay.” He breathed

But he did.

NaNoWriMo continues! We’re one week into the 50,000 word blast and I’ve found 16,111 of them floating around in my head. This NaNo presents a bit of bigger challenge for me since I’m trying to use it to write a sequel to my successful indie novel “Later, Skater.” Here’s another raw excerpt. Keep in mind there is to be NO EDITING WHATSOEVER during the month of creation.

Okay, so check this, I actually STILL don’t have much time to tell you what’s been going on, so I’ll just hit the highlights. I’m beat, and I really ought to get at last some sleep before we hit this skater joint called Sk8 Salvation. It’s where we’ll get some practice in before moving it over to the arena for Sunday’s event.
Of course, we also have a promotional event on Saturday night, but that’s just for bragging rights, not points, so no big deal. It’ll be fun to mix it up with the local nubs though.

That’s what David Orchard says. He’s my room mate. He kicks fucking ass! Oh my God, Casper, you have no idea! He’s nineteen and has been doing these tours for three years. Now, I haven’t seen his skills yet, but he got first place last year and so he’s obviously my measuring stick.

He’s a measuring stick in another way too.

Get this, okay, I’ll tell you real quick. Wednesday night, I got the room all to myself because he missed his flight due to bad weather out of New York where his plane was on a lay over from London. He’s from the UK but, you know, his accent isn’t that strong. I can understand Skit, so I can pretty much understand anyone.

Thursday morning, I’m lounging in my bed. I just got done eating breakfast, and was watching The Price Is Right. You know, basically what I’d be doing if I was staying home from school since I wouldn’t be allowed to go to Heaven is a Half-Pipe.

I’m wearing one of my Blue Ghost shirts and boxers, no big deal since I was alone. And this guy comes in here, fire engine red-hair, pushed together in a spike, diamond studs in both ears, and wearing a wife-beater big enough so that’s it’s exposing the fact he has his nipples pierced too.

He nods at me, gives me a, “Sup, dude.” Before flinging the bag he was carrying over toward the second of the twin sized beds. I watch him move past me with his deck in hand. He more carefully places it up against a chair at the small table our hotel suite has. David turns away from me and gives the half-kitchen a little look over, and all I can think is just how stunning of a presense this guy has.

I’ll admit I checked him out. He walked back between me and the television so it’s not like I couldn’t look. David had some tone to his muscles, especially in his arms. He was wearing jeans that weren’t frayed or torn at all, but slung low enough for me to appreciate glimpses of his probably powerful hips.

He returned with a second bag and gave it the same kind of fling as the first. And much like the concern he took with the deck, he’d brought in a second slimmer one. It was one of the new styles that Eddie said he would get in stock as soon as he thought someone could afford them back home.

David said I could give it a go later. I loved that. Give it a go.

By this time, I had sat up from where I’d been leaning up against the head of my cover strewn bed. When he returned a third time with a lap top of his own and had set it on the table, I finally decided to introduce myself.

“I’m Kalki Helaku.”

“Coo’. David Orchard.” He paused to lean over the bed to reach out his hand.

I smiled, probably beamed really, as I took it strongly into my own. I was the scrub and this guy was the pro. I understood that. But it wouldn’t be that way for long, I promised myself.

“People call me The Blue Ghost.”

“Ah.” He gestured in a circle to his face, and nodded, “Whole goth face paint freaky bloke, got it.” I blinked, then shook my head a bit. But before I could explain he added, “I’m starving. Gonna head out get a bite. Catch you later, Ghost.”

And just like that, he was gone.

He apparently either doesn’t have a curfew or simply doesn’t abide by it because he JUST walked in so I got to go in case he wants to sleep. And I really ought to go to sleep myself.

But that’s how I met David Orchard and became a Ghost again. I’m sure I’ll have to set him straight about my albinism. And maybe I’ll get some more details on just who he is and come up with how I intend on beating him. If I can.

Okay, he’s asking if I plan on web surfing all night so I better go.

Later, Skater.

“Later, Skater: On Tour” excerpt. Remember, right now it’s all about word count. No editing is to be occurring until after this month is over. So, of course, content can and will change for the final release in 2010.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009
3:44PM

**Kalki Helaku has become friends with Mishka Polov
**Kalki Helaku is now boyfriends with Mishka Polov
**Kalki Helaku is attending Pump Tour Tryouts at Heaven…

Casper,

What can I say? I’ve been super busy at Heaven is a Half-Pipe continuing to work on all my tricks. I’m talking the stationary deck flips, grabs, and spins. I’m talking working on my rail grinds, adding a bit more flair and style.

Eddie always said I looked rigid on the pole. Ha! Ha! Rigid on Skittles’ pole maybe.

And, of course, I’m working overtime on my bowl stuff. I used to not really care for big air, but the crowd really likes it. I have full confidence the judges will realize just how complex my tricks are during a lay, but I know they’ll take big applause into account. And the only way to get that is to go big.

Adam Ambrose actually may really be legit, Casper. He was there earlier today carving up the place pretty good. I got to give him some credit for his switch-over 180s. But what he seems to really excell at is sheer speed. Damn that little guy is fast. He’s fourteen, and a tiny guy. Probaby hardly weighs a hundred pounds.

Skittles wants us to become friends. “He makes me think of me back in Russia.”

“But you were so little back then.”

“What is it? Uh, a runt?” Skittles asked me as we were walking back home for lunch. I was taking a break from boarding, and since Skit doesn’t do it, it didn’t seem fair to roll around anyway.

“Yeah, scrawny little runt is what he is. I can’t believe he can pull those moves.” I couldn’t help but be more than a little indignant. And maybe becoming a little less confident I had the open tour slot in the bag.

“He has good tricks,” Skittles started, but then quickly looked to me. It was almost as if he realized what I may interpet in his comments, because immedately he reached to take my hand.

I half-smirked, half-smiled. My Mishka was always a sweetheart. Even when we fight. And we do sometimes. It’s never anything too serious. Mostly I think it’s just that we’re always in each other’s space and sometimes we need to remember to give each other some room.

While I almost can’t stand to be inside, Skit works very hard on his studies. Hell, even now that it’s summer, he’s reading a few books that he was told would be important for next year. What a nerd! Ha! Ha!

No, no, I’m kidding, Capser. I love him completely.

But I have to admit, I did feel just the slightest bit offended that Skittles seemed to be checking out my most immediate competition. There’s a difference between respect and admiration, right?

Adam has dark colored eyes, brown or maybe even black. His nose is too small, his head is almost a perfect circle, and he has little red freckles on his upper cheeks. And what a stupid hair-cut. It’s kinda long, but he pushes it all different ways. It’s just a black, spikey, wet looking mess.

But goddamn he really can skate.

However, if we split the points on skills, maybe it’ll come down to who has the best style, look, and deck. I mean, I got my sleek black and blue board with the Pac-Man ghost decal on the bottom. You better believe the crowd and judges will see a lot of it too with my newfound love of air.

Adam, or should I call him Trix, since that pretty much all he talks about:
“I learned my first trick when I was seven.”
“It doesn’t matter who you are, as long as you got tricks.”
“Last Halloween I gave them tricks AND treats.”

Yeah, Casper, he really said that. I rolled my eyes, but didn’t say anything. Everyone else thought it was funny. But you know what, next Saturday, the joke is gonna be on him.

*Kalki Helaku has a friend request from Eddie Palmer
*Kalki Helaku has a new message from Eddie Palmer

Oh wow! I didn’t think to add Eddie as a friend. Why didn’t I think of that when I saw the Pump Tour event? Lemme go see what he has to say, Casper. I’ll be right back.

Okay, sorry that took a bit longer than I expected. Skittles is here too, force feeding me hot dogs for lunch. You know how much I like a good weiner in my mouth. Ha! Ha!

So, Eddie said he got some new information about the Pump Tour event. Registration starts at 8am. God, that’s way too early. There is no fee to enter, but Heaven… is still charging regular gate admission of 5 dollars. Always a buisnessman, that Eddie.

Let’s see…

The Tour will begin the following week, starting in San Francisco, California. The top ten will advance to continue on at the next event in Tokyo, Japan?! OH MY GOD!! Looks like I’ll have to get an advance passport.

Skittles is jumping up and down and nearly knocked salt and vinagar potato chips all over the floor. Guess he is as excited as I am, huh, Casper? Don’t worry, you’ll come too. Having a lap top to communicate home with mom and Eddie will be vital! Hell, I may even send Miss Mayward an email if I win.

And I will win. Trix doesn’t talk trash, but he sure does talk a lot of game. I don’t hate him, but I will beat him. I have to!

– Kalki

OSAKA — A 23-year-old man has been arrested on suspicion of skateboarding on a pathway with heavy pedestrian traffic in Sakai, Osaka Prefecture, despite repeated warnings by the police, investigators said Wednesday.

Yuki Tokuine, a part-time worker in Sakai, was held for allegedly skateboarding and violating a traffic law on the night of Oct 22 and 23. Neighbors have complained of noise and safety hazards from scores of people skateboarding from evening to dawn on that pathway, which links a subway station and a railway station.

Happy Halloween.
Happy Atlanta Gay Pride.
Happy Daylight Savings Time Ending.
Happy NaNoWriMo

OH SHIT! It’s time to write another 50,000 word novel?

Yes, yes it is.

Casper,

OMFG!! I need to sit down again for a minute. Wow that really surprised me how much that hurts. I mean, the poke through when she started piercing my lip was kind of bad but now it’s like a droaning pain that just throbs right there on my mouth!

Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea, and yeah mom will be pissed off. But she’ll be even more pissed off when I win the spot and have to say SEE YA to Atlanta.

Of course, Skittles will come with me though. He’s always right there at my side no matter what crazy things that happen. Like when I got harassed by a cop for “vandalizing” parked cars. I was just nodding and talking to the officer and Skit was kind of standing there and suddenly I said “Run!” and we just split. Never got caught.

You know what the throbbing kind of reminds me of. Speaking of Skittles… Ha! Ha! It reminds me of when we do it and he’s top. Now, while he may be shorter than me, and younger than me, he’s got a bigger dick that I do now. His got long while my dumb uncut one hasn’t really grown much at all.

When he puts it all the way in, he sometimes just holds it there and I can feel it sort of pulsing too. It’s like this heat that fills me and radiates. And, of course, I let him do as he wants, but sometimes I kind of have to push my ass back just to get him to start going again.

Now that I think about it, I wonder if doing that when we get home would take my mind off the pain? Sure would be a lot more fun than taking something like tylonol or whatever.

I doubt we will get to though. At least not if mom is not at work and she sees the lip ring and freaks out. I don’t know what I’ll do if she tells me I have to take it out. I mean, at least I waited until I graduated from High School, right Casper?

Anyway, the piercer told me all the cleaning I have to do and after a week I’ll get to come back and put something a bit better in. This is kind of wobbly, but it’s all good.

We’re gonna go home now. Was kind of neat this place had Wi-Fi. I think I’m going to really like having a diary again. I mean, as you can tell from my first entry that I’ve been kind of missing it. And besides, my active life is about to get a whole lot more active. Ha! Ha!

Later, Skater.

–Kalki