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I didn't watch a movie today.

I just couldn't.

Partly, I was in the middle of a great book. Gay teen romance. So shoot me. I am sunk into these. An entire genré that I only recently discovered.

The teen and young adult ones fill some inner need. Late coming out. Impoverished gay teen fantasies.

I think that I have written about this before.

When I started this blog I used to write about my reading list but I quit as I realized that it was entirely boring to most of my readers.

First of all, and I say this kindly, I sorta have the idea that no one reads anymore. No one I know.

Certainly not fiction.

And that is my meat and potatoes. Non-fiction puts me to sleep fast.

I am a fan of the "good read".

Gay romance fiction is written, I understand, largely for straight women to read. In fact most of the authors, the good ones too, are women.

What is going on here I wonder?

Possibly that women more than men like romance of any kind. And perhaps gay romance is "safer" somehow.

Could anyone explain this for me?

Is this similar to straight men enjoying lesbian porn? I wonder.

Anyway, on films, my life has been filled with movies.

When I was 14 and had working papers I began to usher at a resort movie house that had a new film every day. Maybe three days a week off season.

Features. First quality.

We even got paid to do this. A pittance but still.

I was an usher. Imagine. Ushers in a movie house.

We had a flashlight and would seat people as they arrived after the starting hour. In those days (listen to me--in those days) there were shorts. Always a newsreel (no teevee so this was it), a travelogue, perhaps a cartoon. Then the feature.

The shorts are gone now. Lost to the theaters and gone to television content.

Here we have a short film festival but this is Palm Springs. Highly specialized audience. Not too close to Hollywood but close enough. We are very fortunate although I do not go any more. I cannot stand the people who go. The chatters and the one-uppers. Standing in line for seats.

Introvert. That's me. Do I have to stand up or put up my hand?

So, the internet is my salvation. Netflix my manna in the desert.

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