|Delancey tree lot in SF|
I only recently found out the extent of goodwill Delancey does for housing, rehabilitation and other social services, and that it's located in several states, not just a few empty lots in San Francisco.
But I also remembered the funny chapters from my fifth novel Message of Love, where Reid gripes about the massive consumption and subsequent destruction of evergreen and spruce trees.
I no longer buy a tree, in fact, like Reid, my fictional alter ego, I refrain from purchasing trees, but do splurge on a small wreath for my apartment door.
|Delancey tree lot near Market St. Safeway, SF|
Despite the seemingly wasteful aspect of tree harvesting for mere decoration (which Reid resents), something about its pagan and druid legacy warms my little non-Christian heart.
The aspect of an inside decorated tree is part of the holiday ideal of gathering with a family and celebrating. But if your family's dispersed (my situation), or unfriendly (thankfully not my case), the ritual of decorating is not as much fun.
|Castro Christmas tree|
Speaking of community (abrupt segue), I also joined Twitter, finally. I was surprised to find out that my name is available. So follow me there and I'll follow you back.
I also have been collecting playlists and favorites on SoundCloud online, and connected it to my new cell phone (Yay!). So, during work, or while doing other things at home, re-collected songs that are played in scenes from my last two books.
I'd already done this on my YouTube channel, which had more of the actual performers' songs, including some rarities. The SoundCloud mix includes more cover versions by musicians I hadn't heard of.
While collecting friends on Twitter (mostly fellow authors at first), I discovered a triple crossover, Sex Expert Lisa Thomas on Twitter.
The hosts admit their ignorance, and Morrison-Gurza gives them a patient primer on sexuality between and with disabled people. Give it a listen. Morrison-Gurza tells it like it is! He also penned an expansive essay for Huffington Post about "Boys in Chairs."
Unlike my fictional character, who has a paraplegic boyfriend to pine for (get it?) over the holidays when family gatherings separate them, I spend a simple day with family, then seek out "orphan" gatherings with others, mostly gay men and women.
The closeness or loneliness of holidays can also evoke an erotic longing, no matter your ability. We crave intimacy, both familial and sexual. I can recall several short stories and novels, even TV shows and films, where a gay character, full up with biological family togetherness, escapes his or her former childhood home for adult connections.
I can't remember why or how the winter season and trees became such strong elements for my Reid and Everett novels, other than my own seasonal enjoyment. But it seems to have become popular.
Here are previous chapter excerpts and posts about the holidays and trees, even Christmas tree cookies, and their first passionate New Year's Eve.
And remember, books are the perfect present!