To Be Grown and Queer

In my youth, I was so worried about what my bible carrying father would do to me if he found out I was bi. I played the straight role for more than half my life. Though, my choice in attire had folks assuming I was a lesbian.
Because you know, keeping shit androgynous instantly makes someone queer.
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When I was ten years old, I watched as a family member was shunned and condemned by relatives after coming out. Their cruelty made a lasting impression. My own father stopped talking to this person and had nothing but terrible things to say about them.
Can you imagine how scared I was? His reaction caused me to withdraw and cower. I pushed my queerness down and forced myself into a box I never fit in.
It was rough for many years. I am proud to say I have gotten over and grown out of that hellish religious trauma.
Three immediate family members still don’t know I’m bisexual. Yes, one being my father. The other two, I just don’t care enough to tell them. I know how they’d take it and I don’t need that, type of negativity in my life.
Fuck that, I don’t want a lecture, I don’t need to be read scriptures that gave me nightmares as a child. I don’t need their opinions or upturned noses.
We’re not obligated to disclose our sexuality. You don’t have to tell a soul. I live in my truth daily. I don’t need their validation or support, because I have learned to love and accept myself.
Those of y’all who know, KNOW. Growing up in a Baptist environment will have you hating yourself and projecting. This is a struggle! I don’t withhold this information due to shame, no.
I JUST DON’T CARE ANYMORE.
I’ve reached a certain age where I truly don’t give damn. I look at my reflection and smile. I love her. I love this woman. I love who she is and what she has done and will do.
I’ll be damned to let anybody badmouth me for extending myself grace and love. You cannot let them steal your joy!

Killing the Art of Sexual Intimacy

Puritan culture is going to kill the arts. Sterility is what they seek and I loathe it. To say this generation is more sexual than the last is not only ignorant but false. To speak on sex in novels without having any knowledge of old works of fiction is absurd. I can understand if you’ve read every book on planet earth and have facts to back your claims. Then I’d say good day, sir, ma’am, ENBY you have stunned and stumped me.

But nah! Hell nah.
Most who recite these points on intimacy in literature and film haven’t read enough. They haven’t researched enough or cared to. They have a ‘me’ mentality about it. ‘I don’t like this so I don’t think it’s called for’. SAD! Please, go sit down and open a book which has what you crave within those pages.
There are too many novels and movies out there w/out sex for them to complain and gripe. If you wanna nitpick about the resurgence of sexuality, genitalia and nudity then fine! Has if ever occurred to them, some may be squeezing in these sex scenes out of spite?!
I have written my fair share of sex scenes because of this. I have made certain in my recent works to make those characters fuck! I can’t take a world filled with this evangelical approach to all things linked to passion and carnality.
Sex will sell! Nothing you can do will stop it. Even if these bible thumping Neanderthals ban erotica and ‘displays of intercourse’ it won’t put an end to this.
Sex and art have ALWAYS been and will always BE one!

This is the part where I talk about me, right?

Okay so, this is my first post annnnd I can’t even lie, ya girl is nervous. I’m listening to Panic at the Disco just to get me going. lol Brendon Urie is a frikin gem. Any who, hiiii I am J.T. Frost! An aspiring author, not writer, cause I AM A WRITER.

That’s what this blog is all about, since I was nine years old, I had a jones in my bones to tell a story. And to my surprise, that desire hasn’t gone anywhere, in fact, it’s only grown more profound. There is nothing like creating a new world, breathing life into characters that would otherwise never exist. My imagination is a passport, it takes me any and everywhere I wish to go. There isn’t a border in sight and no boundaries, unlike the real world. Bleh!

For years -and I cannot stress this enough- years, my heads been in the clouds. Reading and writing were my strengths in grade school, and so on. Words and I have a strong healthy relationship! Can’t live without em’, and I’d be lost in an infinite abyss if I couldn’t read a book. Becoming an author was never my plan. Alas, here we are, I am taking a leap into the unknown. Throwing all caution…or anxiety to the wind! I’m rolling the dice and betting on seven, honey! Never been much of a gambler, but I figure why not. We only miss the chances we never take… or something like that.

On to the good stuff, like what it is I dabble in. And by dabble I mean spend every waking moment writing. Drrrruuum Rooooollll, PARANORMAL ROMANCE! Oooo sexy, scary, bloody and dark stuff. Okay I knowwww they’re full of tropey tid-bits half the time. But what are love stories, if not tropetastic…you get it.

Paranormal Romance is my ten and two. My comfort zone, my niche and my little corner of hell. Lets get real here for a second, okay, just a little. In the literary world there is a lack of representation for those of us who enjoy the creepy, the wild, and the sexy. Those of us who enjoy, Sci-fi, fantasy and historical romance, there’s not much out there for POC! I am a plus-sized, short, black woman who has committed her life to reading these genres. I’ve flipped through countless paperbacks on the NYTBS list. You wanna know something? Not a one looked like me, not a single supernatural love interest was a black, fat girl with glasses and curls. And you know what? I never found it, maybe I missed an author who knows, but I started writing what I wanted to read.

Black women in powerful positions, black women loved and adored recklessly by that one guy with fangs who may or may not be hot. But I digress, vampires, witches and demons have always caught my interest. And I wanted to see women like me, be the one who saves the day or gets the guy. And most of all, females (cause they aren’t human) vampires of collloorrr! Black vampires who are not the gosh darn villain! Okay, enough with that! Oh but hold up, hold on now, Imma let you know something. My characters are flawed honey, their lives are twisted, tough and deep. But, these are MOST DEFINITELY love stories!

I enjoy nasty, angst riddled scenes heavy with emotion. Whether happy or sad… you gon’ feel it. Couples that can stay on top through the good, bad and dirty is the theme so to speak. (PATD line) However, these women (females) aren’t inherently bad, just products of their environment. Some are stricken with constant introspection. My books cover the beautiful and brutal parts of love for an old damned immortal soul. And oh yeah, a lot of sex… I mean tons. It’s absurd how much sex I’ve managed to shove into these novels. I’m almost ashamed… almost. lol With that said, this blog will be dedicated to my WIP and what’s to come! I will introduce main characters via candid interviews, and hopefully at least one of y’all will like it. If you made it this far honey, thank you for sparing a moment to read my ramblings! And, have a wonderful day!