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“Diary of a Thirstysomething Guy... and Gay... and Blind” a comic and romantic gay novel about sexy straight (or not) co-workers, crazy friends, annoying psychologists, heartbreaker ex-boyfriends, extra-horny ex-boyfriends and every other kind of ex-boyfriend.
“Diary of a Thirstysomething Guy... and Gay... and Blind” a comic and romantic gay novel about sexy straight (or not) co-workers, crazy friends, annoying psychologists, heartbreaker ex-boyfriends, extra-horny ex-boyfriends and every other kind of ex-boyfriend.
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“Diary of a Thirstysomething Guy... and Gay... and Blind” a comic and romantic gay novel about sexy straight (or not) co-workers, crazy friends, annoying psychologists, heartbreaker ex-boyfriends, extra-horny ex-boyfriends and every other kind of ex-boyfriend.
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“Diary of a Thirstysomething Guy... and Gay... and Blind” a comic and romantic gay novel about sexy straight (or not) co-workers, crazy friends, annoying psychologists, heartbreaker ex-boyfriends, extra-horny ex-boyfriends and every other kind of ex-boyfriend.
‘You seem a little tense,’ said Marc. ‘If you want, I could help you to relax with a visit to the toilet.’
Marc is always ready. It is one of his virtues. And also one of its most unbearable defects. His everlasting lust (and his incredible body) is incompatible with any degree of fidelity and would become a continuous torture for anyone who is dating him. But, as former boyfriend and friend with benefits, he's not bad. However, I declined his offer at that time. As usual, what is known and easy always loses some of its interest, while the impossible tend to draw us beyond logic. I already had my impossible. In fact, I had two. One of them was Sergio, whose memories reach my mind every time I am single. The other was Miguel, one of my co-workers. He is smart, funny, smell wonderfully and my friend Luna told me that he meet my anatomic demands. And he is blind, like most of my employees. Working together makes him a little more accessible than Sergio, but only physically because our professional relation inhibit other types of relationships. It would be unethical. Besides, I don't even know if he's gay or straight. But neither the moral nor the uncertainty prevented that, every accidental touch with him gives me goosebumps. And the hair isn't the only thing that stands.
Anyway, there's nothing I can do about it. You can't always get what you want. And I have Marc to comfort me. At least, I have my sexual needs covered with someone I appreciate. It's much more than many people can say.
‘By the way,’ I said. ‘you haven't told me yet to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit.’
‘That's true. I was distracted by the possibility of having an exciting sexual encounter in the toilet with you. Or maybe, with one of your employees. From here I can see two that are not bad...’
‘Do not even think about it,’ I interrupted him. ‘This is my territory so keep your hands away from them.’
‘You are interested in one of your employees, don't you?’ he laughed.
‘Are you going to tell me why you came?’ I asked him, trying to shorten the visit. He was making his sexual insinuations too loud and where anyone could hear us.
‘You're always complaining. I came because...’
Before he could clear my doubts, Miguel approached.
‘Hello, Santi,’ the handshake he gave me made my stomach turn upside down. ‘I finished the market analysis. I've just mailed you the documents.’
‘Thank you,’ I answered with difficulty. Luckily he was blind and he couldn't see the huge smile that have appeared in my face.
‘So that's him, huh?’ Marc told me when we were in the privacy of my personal office, away from nosey ears.
‘I don't know what you are talking about,’ I replied.
‘Your smile didn't say the same,’ Marc added. ‘Neither that big bulge in your pants. By the way, my previous offer of help still stands. And we don't need to go to the toilet.’
‘Well...’
I close the office curtains and locked the door latch.
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The book will be available on Amazon from 15 September 2016.
I like to call Marc “a braille guy”. With his abs and pectorals; his biceps, triceps and quadriceps; his dorsals and lumbars; his abductors, gluteus, deltoids, trapezius and serratus; majors, minors, superiors, inferiors, anteriors and posteriors. Every single muscle marked and perfectly defined. Developed and well proportioned, without exaggerations or faults. An anatomy manual life-size for blind people and a pleasure for any gay guy. That's my ex boyfriend.
Unfortunately, his marvellous body chiselling with precision and his good smell constitute the majority of his virtues. For me is not enough. But, as a friend, I had no complains with his labour. And as occasional lover, he wasn't bad too.
‘You look awful,’ he told me laughing.
‘It's an incredible pleasure to hear your voice telling me so beautiful things, Marc,’ I replied sarcastically. ‘You know how to make a guy feel better at this time in the morning.’
‘You are very prickly.’
‘The problem is that the way from my house to here drives me crazy with that amount of cars, smoke and ditches.’
‘No, Santi,’ he replied. ‘The problem is you are too proud to have a driver that can take you wherever you want.’
‘Despite what you think of me, I'm not rich.’
‘If that's so, I haven't got amazing abs.’
The truth is that Marc was right. About my proud, I mean. And also about his abs, because they are great, with the top four similarly sized and the other two fading road below his waist. But I'm digressing. The thing is that I could afford to pay a driver. After all, I'm not a simple worker. I am the owner of a legal, economic and tax consultancy with special good press among people with a “disability” (I'm not very fond of that word, but that's a topic for another day). People used to rely on those with similar experiences in life.
However, I have always refused to have a driver or an attendant. I really hate asking for help. I want to be free and totally self-sufficient. And if that means that I have to put my hand inside the toilet to clean it or jump over stinky ditches every morning, I don't mind.
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One car horn. Two. Three. Ten. Twenty-four. Fifty… There could be three thousand. Every morning the same. Three thousand deafening horns drilling the air in unison. Three thousand horns attached to three thousand exhaust pipes that gave me chest ache with their smoke. Certainly, the cigarette I just lighted didn't help my lungs.
That is the beginning of my daily odyssey to work. Luckily, my walk through the smog is short. Just a couple of streets until I turn left and my stick impacts with the fence. That sound, like a Chinese gong, is the sound of the complete serenity. A paradise on Earth, an Eden shut in a bubble of quietness. No traffic jams or angry people. I don’t know if I could even wake up every morning without that park on my way. It's like going back, for five minutes, to the summer camp for blind children. To the countryside. With Sergio…
I should go through that metallic fence one day and enjoy a morning with no preoccupations. Only the Sun warming my skin, the sound of birds, the smell of grass and wet soil. But I always have a thousand things to do. And the park passes by in a flash. In fifteen steps. Ten. Five. Two... And I am back to the reality of the city.
Someone touched my shoulder. ‘Can I help you?’ she said. A smell of ammonia and mothballs reached my nose. Another old woman doing her good deed of the day. The truth is I could cross the street on my own. I only have to wait until hear the beeping sound for the blind of the traffic light. But I let her do what she wanted. It's nice to help other people to feel useful.
When the beeps of the traffic light stopped, the roar of the traffic flooded the air again and the woman said goodbye. She should go to the shoemaker. One of her heels sounded like if it needed some reparations.
Alone again, I walked the five remaining steps before I had to turn left. Five, four, three, two, one... my stick hit another fence. But this was not around a park and the aroma had nothing to do with flowers. A hole in the ground that smelt like rotten eggs it's everything that fence had to offer. Of course, as anyone knows, blind people love doing tightrope walking along unstable wooden walkways over ditches two meters long. It would be nice to have an old woman near at that moment. She could have done a really useful good deed and save me the complains of those that were behind me. I wished I could go faster too, but I can't without breaking something. So everyone (me included) have to wait patiently (some more patiently than others) until I reached the end of the unstable wooden walkway. It's a great relief to have again solid ground under my feet.
What a way to start the day. Fortunately, I only had to cross one more street and I get to the office. However, I also could turn around. Go back to the park and stay there recalling the countryside. Remembering Sergio. Listening the singing of the birds instead of complains. It would be nice. But I was too close to the office and I felt that I couldn't go through everything again. I couldn't return to the wooden walkways, the stinky ditches and the old women with stench of mothballs and ammonia. Not again. Not even for Sergio. I crossed.
In front of the building where my office is, I was received by a fresh smell of lemon and rosemary. According to The National Geographic Magazine (in the same issue that also was recreated the fragrance of the queen Cleopatra) that were the principal ingredients of the cologne used by Napoleon Bonaparte. How I know that? Because one person felt so fascinated by the smell of the French Emperor that, after some experiments mixing scents, made his personal aroma. That person was Marc Rossels. My ex boyfriend.
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It's obvious that I am not a disigner or a draughtsman, but I'm happy with this funny and flashy cover that follow the style of the Spanish version of the book. Anyway, give me a couple mounths more in the gym to get some abs and I'll do a more realistic cover.
The book will be available on Amazon from 15 September 2016.
In just 10 days, my first translated novel will be published!
"Diary of a thirtysomething guy... and gay... and blind" is a comedy novel about Santi, a guy with a complicated sentimental life: a break-up from the past that marked him, a co-worker that seems to be straight (despite Santi's wishes), a friend that is in love with him, an extra-horny ex-boyfriend...
It will be available on Amazon from 15 September 2016.
