Life Is Just a Fantasy

One of the best places for a young gay kid to see almost naked, really muscularly developed men was on the covers of fantasy novels, like the Conan books and others of their ilk. There were also a lot of fantasy cartoon magazines, Heavy Metal and others like it, that often had scantily clad, beautifully built men and women…and the occasional full frontal male nude.

Did these magazines play a role in my love of muscles (and society’s adaptation to sexualizing men for women and gay men), or did the magazines just give me something to look at that played into said obsession with muscular male bodies? I was very desperate for that sort of thing when I was in high school–and my interest in this kind of fantasy art wasn’t a giveaway clue to my sexuality. Because of the naked big breasted women, most boys liked looking at them too–and the artists and more intelligent of them loved the artwork itself and the stories– there was more going on there than just gratuitous nudity and sex.

The books, of course, were called “sword-and-sorcery” books, as were the few films that came out of them (or were inspired by them), that had a time in the sun during the 1980s, thanks to the Conan movies that made Arnold Schwarzeneggar a star, and also influenced every sword and sorcery movie that followed. S&S books were always a successful niche market, and the success of Conan as a film led to a lot of S&S movies in the 1980s.

Two of the biggest names in the S&S fantasy art field were Frank Frazetta and Boris Vallejo. I absolutely loved their work.

Boris Vallejo’s “Egyptian Warrior”

As an Egyptophile, I love that image and would love to have it hanging on my wall.

Heavy Metal magazine launched in the late 1970’s, and even was made into a great animated movie in the 1980s–its soundtrack includes Stevie Nicks’ “Blue Lamp.” We used to get high and watch it when I was in college, and just got sucked into the vividness of its art and color and style and music.

A work by Frank Frazetta

I don’t know if S&S ever went out of style in books and magazines, but you don’t see many book covers with this type of art on them anymore. It’s a shame; they were very fun tales of treachery and betrayal and magic and vengeance. I never read any of the Conan stories, or any of the other fantasy S&S type books, but I did watch a lot of the movies–those scantily clad musclemen are lots of fun to look at. These movies also don’t get made much anymore–John Carter‘s failure at the box office (which it didn’t deserve; it’s much better than critics and audiences thought it was when released) pretty much killed any interest in these style movies.

Ironically, Game of Thrones was really another one of these style stories; the primary difference being it was done on a much grander scale than the classic S&S genre usually permitted.

And it might be fun to try to write a gay one…..

I Wear Your Ring

Monday and back to the office with me this morning. Woo-hoo! The excitement never stops, does it? I slept pretty well last night–well enough to not want to get up this morning–and so feel a bit groggy this morning. I’m not certain how busy we’ll be at work today, but I am hoping it will be an easy day. Yesterday wasn’t a bad dat; I managed to make progress on the book, got some things done around the house, and we watched the new Arnold Schwarzenegger Netflix show FUBAR, which was entertaining enough. In some ways, the show almost feels like a sequel to True Lies, in which he played a spy whose wife had no idea what he actually did for a living. This show takes that premise to its next logical conclusion, should the wife never find out she’s married to a spy. It had some funny moments, has a really good cast, and high production values. This week the Vanderpump Rules final reunion episode airs, but some of my shows–Ted Lasso, sob–are completed. Not sure what we will be watching next–I imagine I’ll be watching the Randall scandal documentary (more Vanderpump Rules drama) at some point, but not terribly sure that’s something Paul will want to watch.

I didn’t read a lot this weekend; the little writing I was able to do, along with other miniscule irritations over the course of the weekend, managed to tire out my brain to the point where being able to focus on reading wasn’t likely. Progress is progress, after all, and maybe I’m a bit behind my usual schedule, or the one I was trying to keep with it, but it will get completed on time, methinks.

I have my dates and everything all screwed up again; I keep thinking it’s later in June than it actually is. Part of that has to do with the usual “working on a book so not paying attention to dates” thing I inevitably get caught up in, and I imagine the rest has to do with the year being very off-balance for me thus far. I handed over MWA in the middle of January, whilst in the midst of revising two of my own books while editing another, and then Mom died and then it was the festivals and then Malice and now suddenly it’s June, which doesn’t seem real–and I am going back up north the last week of this month. I’d wanted to take a week off this summer just to work on things around the house–purging the attic, for one, and doing a deep, thorough cleaning for another–but looks like that time is going to be burnt being there for my dad. There are, of course, worse things to burn off your vacation time with; and it’s nice feeling closer to my father. I just hate the reason behind it, you know?

At least the Internet is continuing to work for me at home. (Probably just jinxed that.)

It apparently rained overnight; part of the reason I slept so well, probably, and so today is one of those weird mornings where it feels cool because the humidity hasn’t fully recharged yet from the rain.

I’m also trying to decide what my next Pride month entry should be. I’ve got a couple already going–one about being confronted by homophobia within the mystery publishing community–but I find myself hesitant to post it because of not wanting to be “that gay”, which is stupid. If I don’t call out homophobia where and when I see it, I am contributing to the problem. I guess I should be a little less concerned with hurting people’s feelings, or something? I don’t know. But I am heading into the spice mines this morning, and will check in with you later. Maybe there will be a “homophobia in crime fiction” entry posted later, you never know…but one thing for sure, I will be back tomorrow morning.