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On the plane ride home (see below) I said a prayer for the families of those kids and teachers at Virginia Tech and never mentioned myself or my book once. Exhaustion causes more than headaches; it can cause selfishness as well. It’s 3:14 a.m. right now. I’ll say another prayer of thanks I made it home safely. Safety to you all out there.
April 18th, 2007 at 2:34 am
you’re a good guy, Kev, a really good guy
April 18th, 2007 at 9:39 am
Kevin: I have just finished your book which came highly recommended and rightly so! I’m sorry I missed your signing in Vicksburg. I had planned all week to go, but then “life” got in the way. I hate when that happens when you least expect it but my family and my business both needed my attention that day. You are an inspiration! I am doing my best to bring up open minded children and often combat the “n” word used so freely still and the judgment of people who are a bit different. When my child was in preschool, he refused to color inside the lines and received a “frowny” face on his paper. I went straight to his teacher and informed her that our family LIVES OUTSIDE THE LINES…it’s more interesting that way!
Hang in there! Thanks for your courage to jump out there and tell such a painful story. If you dare come back to Raymond, MS, drop by my shop on the corner. We are changing attitudes one at a time around here and it has become quite a delightful place with eclectic artists and interesting personalities. If I had discovered you sooner, I would have insisted you drop in for a signing here!
Keep living outside the lines and HAVE FUN!
April 18th, 2007 at 10:21 pm
Thanks for saying something about the Va Tech massacre. Your book is good work and you seem a good man…it’ll all be fine. chin up .. press a shirt; it always helps to dewrinkle/ smoothes the nerves. JOHNO
April 19th, 2007 at 5:22 pm
Kevin: I have just finished your book, and this blog the first place I came. Wow, how utterly powerful was this story!!! I coulndn’t put it down, even if I had wanted to!! It resonated with me to the uttermost core of my Southern being in ways I could not have imagined.
As a Kentucky-boy born in 1962. . .Wilmore, Ky no less. I had family ties to the Methodist church. My great grandfather was an intenerate preacher and my mom was the first in our family to graduate from college, Asbury, no less. I too had an Aunt Vena Mae( I thought that such an odd name, and had never heard of it till I read of yours). I was fortuante to have one not venemous at all, but sweet and orthodox Christian as the day was long. . .she never wore pants ‘cuz of what the Bible says about men and women dressing differently. We had two housecleaners that were instrumental in my up-bringing in Wilmore. Willie Bell Yates (I called her Wolley Bell for the longest time not knowing her real name)and Rose Maupin.
The Ken doll my family indulged me with, not to mention the Baton I got so I could practice for the Christmas pagent as Santa Claus, were memories flooding my mind as I read your book! I must tell you that I learned to twirl that baton it in elementary school as well as do the splits while the boys were taught football. Very forward of Wilmore Elementary to let me join the girls, but they did. I later had to do a stint of Junior basketball to pay for earlier years of taunting. . .but I do love sports and even played tennis in high school and still do to this day.
From one sissy to another, Kevin, if you are ever in Boston again or Florida (Ft. Lauderdale) or Maine, (near Ogunquit) you have a place to stay. Don’t know if you will read this or not, but I want you to know that your honesty and bravery in sharing your story was worth all the pain and effort it might have taken to put it down on paper. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for writing this book and emancipating my sissy!
April 22nd, 2007 at 12:58 pm
I have just finished listening to your audiobook. I was profoundly touched. Any plans for a sequel on your life in New York? I haunted by your story and your voice. Although I wish the audiobook had not been abridged, I would not have wanted to miss hearing you tell your own story.
Thank you for sharing your gift, and your life, with others.
Best wishes,
RJG
April 23rd, 2007 at 3:32 am
Dear Kevin,
I would first like to say that sadly I have not had the pleasure of reading your book. However, this is not by choice. I am living outside of the United States these days and can’t purchase your book here but a copy should be arriving soon from a family member. I am also a gay man born and raised in Forest, Mississippi. When I heard about your book I was very intrigued to say the least. I can’t wait to read what someone else’s experience was growing up “gay” in our hometown. I’ve been trying to obtain your e-mail address through various means. Mainly asking friends to attend your book signings and to ask you directly on my behalf. All of which have proved to no avail. So, I’ve decided to post a comment in hopes that you will respond to me. I know that you are a busy man from reading your blog and I would appreciate any time you could spare to converse with a fellow Forest boy. I hope you receive this message and I hope to hear from you soon.
All the best,
John
April 23rd, 2007 at 1:47 pm
Kevin: I read your new book this weekend. I could not put it down. I am 52 years old and grew up a “Louisiana Sissy”. Our life experiences are somewhat different but the feelings you described were the same. I felt the shame, nobody will ever love me, aloneness, the horror and confusion of being molested as a young boy, a father that had the same look on his face when he looked at me…everything that you were able to put into such prolific words brought on those bittersweet tears from years of living in that torchered pain. Thank you so much for sharing your story. I know it will touch many. It is graet to hear such honesty and openess from someone so well repected and successful. Sounds like you made it through! Once again, many thanks and best of luck. Eddie.
April 23rd, 2007 at 4:28 pm
Just purchased your book and look forward to meeting you at the signing here in DC Thursday. I am from GA, my partner from AL and we did a little “Books, Blues and Barbecue” tour of MS last summer. We went to the City Market in Oxford, Two Sisters in Jackson, Faulkners home, Eudora Weltys home (which was undergoing renovation, but we were still given a great tour by her niece!) Despite the deservedly bad reputation on some points, there is something about the south that you really can never get out of your bloodstream.
May 7th, 2007 at 2:14 pm
For Kevin, I’m so happy for your success. We grew up in Forest together, and you were one year ahead of me. I left Forest, too. :>) Thank you for the kind thoughts for VT. I did my graduate work at VT and was in shock for days. I’m devastated even more because tragedies worse than the VT massacre happen every day in other parts of the world and I can’t image constant loss and fright. Take care, Ann Crosby
June 24th, 2007 at 7:19 pm
Kevin,
I just finished your book this weekend. I was reading the section the other day about your eighth grade moment with the Billy Graham Crusade. The part of the story where you were overcome and ran to the kitchen to catch your breath touched something in me because when your grandmother asked you if it was the Holy Ghost or something you ate, I laughed until I cried…then I couldn’t stop crying! That loneliness or “otherness” you speak of touches all of us who grew up gay in the South in a special way. The sweet and bitter of life intertwine uniquelly here, i suppose. Thank you so much for touching a place in my heart that had obviously gone dormant. You are a special person indeed. A big “thank you” from Alabama.