After reading a post by one of my favorite bloggers this morning I came to the conclusion that I really need to change my reading habits. Other self respectable gay men are reading quality books while I toil away my time reading romance novels intended for aging housewives. What is wrong with me? I'm educated. I am perfectly capable of delving deep within myself to satisfy my curiosity of the unknown. But I don't.
I am a bad gay man. And I apologize to my gay brothers across the world.
Look for a book review on this site soon. A book, mind you, that doesn't involve a woman with a secret and the man she will predictably take into her lonely bed for a night of writhing passion and overdue heated release.