The Facialist- New Novel!

In paperback, 150 pages!

It’s New York City in the 1950’s when Timmy discovers his own sexuality. But he’s aroused by men and women, which confuses him. Then Timmy meets Dickie, who likes to take young men under his wing and teach them the arts of fellatio, and Dickie's current young protégé, Shelly.

But Dickie is abusive, much like the men who have used Timmy for their own sexual release since he was a child. His attraction turns to Shelly, but who wants nothing to do with him.

Timmy is also seduced by an older Polish woman, an acquaintance of his mother’s. Confused by his own desires, Timmy returns to his favorite activity -- cruising the pathways of Tompkins Square Park.

Will Timmy accept his sexuality without fear or shame? Or does he risk losing himself to his own hungry desires?

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Bathroom Trysts

Out now! See my webpage
www.MykolaDementiuk.com
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Bathroom Trysts

My new novella, coming out very shortly, stay hard, stay tuned, get a grip on things...

Times Square Queer

Here is a landmark book - the first print publication of seventeen stories by Mykola Dementiuk, one of the most distinctive voices in queer literature. Sixteen were published individually on the web as short ebooks; “Missy the Sissy” has never appeared anywhere before. Included are: “On The Prowl,” “Times Square Cutie,” “Eighteen Today,” “Trio At The Movies,” “Love For Sale” and a dozen others.

Times Square Queer also features a moving and penetrating personal introduction about growing up queer in the 1960s amid the sleazy porn theaters and bars crowding Times Square that had become a gay mecca.

ISBN 9781615084548

April 2012

Available at Barnes & Nobel, Amazon, etc

A Cowboy's Heart

JM Snyder’s A Cowboy’s Heart

a review by Mykola (Mick) Dementiuk

In a reading of JM Snyder’s A Cowboy’s Heart I couldn’t help but draw comparisons with another fine novel I recently read, Victor Banis’s Lola Dances, both taking place in the old West of the 1800s, and each having a major character, a female under the clothes who is actually a male in disguise. Snyder’s and Banis’s characters, both excellently drawn, stand up in a world that wouldn’t understand what they were doing, perhaps even seeing it as nothing but sick, deranged, or demonic possession but certainly not kinky, as we call it nowadays. Yet the idea of crossdressing is an ancient one, even Hercules was made to wear women’s clothes, though it doesn’t say whether he liked it or not, Athena, Achilles and other heroic personalities all participated in crossdressing, taking a chance at living their lives to the fullest, experiencing womanhood. Is that what it takes, a change in clothes, from pants to a dress? Perhaps…

In her charming novella, A Cowboy’s Heart, JM Snyder catches the mood of a western ranch house as assorted characters get ready for a Friday night in town. Tommy, a ranch hand goes off with the other ranch boys as they try to get him laid. Tommy is scarred and frightened but really he isn’t interested, he wants to get closer to Hal, an older ranch hand he likes. In the town bar Tommy is tricked into spending time with Lila, a barroom gal with a difference, she is really a guy underneath. Tommy is instantly aroused and drawn to her and they make love. Still, Tommy is torn between liking Lila and his attraction to the manly Hal.

What a fine novel, extremely satisfying in a world of self-deception. In a way reading these two works, JM Snyder and Victor Banis, I couldn’t help but think that each compliments the other, both having similar characters, crossdressers, and the young men who are so easily attracted to and aroused by the oddness of feminine appearance, each standing with their tongues out. But sometimes that’s all it takes, a change of clothes and getting your makeup on right, eh, girls? Plus a bit of kohl on the side...

An excellent reading of both, I highly recommend it!

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Mettray Seminary

Mettray Seminary

by Mykola (Mick) Dementiuk

Review of Roy Chaudoir’s Mettray Seminary: The Untold Story

My early memory of priests was to always get smacked or belted by them. Ever since I was a little kid it seemed there were always a few boys in Catholic school who were instantly labeled as trouble-makers, though they were no where near the scene. Even if they were at home from school for an illness or some such, as soon as they returned the anonymous fingers would be pointed in their direction and they were definitely in line for chastisement. Many of my male classmates suffered this abuse but at the time I was not aware of any boy getting sexually approached, maybe it was the Lower East Side tough boy atmosphere where we lived but now I’m sure there were a few who would have been prone to it, wimpy fairy boys who would easily fall in to it. I shake my head and recall boys such as that… In my case it was my wise-guy stupid foolishness that saved me from any attempt at closeness by an elder, be he priest or some lay teacher. My asshole mouth always had a comment to add to no matter how many beltings or bruises I would face, in a way I wasn’t impressed by their discipline. When I finished eight years of Catholic moronic attempts at control I was free to face the world in any way I wanted or pleased; I shrugged, started hanging out in Times Square, grew older and life went on.

So I was rather curious in reading Roy Chaudoir’s Mettray Seminary: The Untold Story, how early in his youth he felt a closeness and nearness with the priests, who eventually and inevitably came to use him sexually and emotionally. Chaudoir as a young troubled youth, suffering from the physical abuse of a family member and entering the religious school that would train him to be a priest, fell right in with the seminarians and I do see how he welcomed the sudden changes in his life. Because now the priestly school would be his home and safe haven, in a way from the world outside its door; it was heaven. This closeness to the priestly world nurtured and grew, he began to spend free time with them, going on long trips, eventually sleeping and sharing a bed together, a few who even wanted him to move in with them and act as man and wife in their secretive world. But Chaudoir rebelled from this cheap domain, in a way he knows that life to be lived is not as easy or cheap as they profess it to be. He has revelations…from God? From the Universe? Who knows from whom? But he begins to see Life with new eyes, new dreams, a new passion. (The end chapters are beautifully written; his eyes are opened.) In this way he begins to understand what life is, it was given to him, and only him, all else is meaningless. Breathe a sigh of relief…

Bravo to the author! Throughout I felt the pain and confusion of the boy and was happy with how the story grew and came to an end. Chaudoir is able to tell a great story, religious if you want, and never loses his humanity. Buy the book, read it, you won’t be disappointed. Amen to that!

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Kisser, A Masculine Femininity

Just received my new cover for Kisser, A Masculine Femininity, soon to be released novella from JMS Books, about a young man learning what love can really be, affection, caring, sincerity, well...plain and simple Love. We seek it every single day, but if we find it do we recognize it for what it is?