I'm excited. My first book is already on sale on Amazon and other websites. But I have apprehensions, and I thought about Ken and his note to the other toys on
Toy Story 3. At how they probably don't understand him (as colorful and wonderful as he is).
When in your excitement, you write something
But the people that read it have gotten
the wrong impression of who you are as a person.
You are just being you. You try
to convey it through your blog.
But might be sorely misunderstood by those
who have never seen your kind before.
So...I hope this doesn't happen. My story is about a boy. He's seventeen. He's cute. He's smart. He's athletic. He has six pack abs, blond hair, and blue eyes. But unlike random chance, there are reasons for all of these things. But all is not perfect for him.
He does a lot of hard drugs. He makes awful choices.
He is immature, self-centered, but lonely.
He's gay, but it's not something he admits right away.
He's bright and that sometimes makes him smug.
He's proud to the point of it being a vice.
He falls for a very bad boy.
He loses his virginity; it's not a lovely experience for him.
But he helps broken people.
He redeems them. He fixes things.
And in so doing, he learns to understand who he is.
And maybe, he can learn to fix himself.
The world of SLIPSTREAM is dark and evil.
I'm excited for you to read it. But I'm also afraid. Please don't misunderstand who I am.
SLIPSTREAM is not a book written for Catholic nuns. Senator Rick Santorum would hate my book. Michelle Bachmann would decry it.
No matter what our differences are, I think you are wonderful. Thank you, from this "Ken" who hopes you are on the same page as me. But even if you aren't, I appreciate you anyway.
