G is for Geraint, I is for Ieuan
Here's two of the four stories I owe. I can't find my H, even though I know I wrote and saved it. J is on the way, as soon as I decide which of the three name options I'll use. There's a warning for I, sorry. I'd normally not write something like that....oh who am I kidding, of course I would.
G is for Geraint
Geraint took a deep breath then approached the table set up with microphones, his band mates trailing behind him.
Holding his hand up to quiet the questions that were shouted out upon his sitting, Geraint addressed the people in the crowd in front of him.
“Thank you for attending this press conference. Although there are a number of things we'd like to discuss, we'll try not to take very long. First off, the reason for this press conference. Last Friday, I was photographed having dinner with a man. The media jumped on this picture, asking if I was gay. Shortly after the first time that question was asked, our manager informed the band that the label had set up this press conference. I was informed that there was to be a very specific, pre-written statement for me to read.
“After reading this statement and showing it to my fellow band mates, we made a decision. We chose to legally break our contracts with both the record label and our manager. We had a clause in both contracts that stated that neither the label nor our manager could dictate anything to do with how we live our personal lives unless there was something that could harm us or others. Who I spend time with, no matter what we are doing, does not cause harm to myself or others. It also does no harm to our music. As both our manager and the record label attempted to dictate what was said in how I live my personal life, we chose to use that clause and break our contracts.
“The final request made of us was to conduct this press conference. We agreed because we had some very important information to discuss, even though it was not what the label and our manager wants us to say.
“Now, to discuss those pictures. I was indeed on a date. I am gay. I have been in a relationship with the man in question for over three years. Obviously this relationship has never been a jeopardy to the band, our music and our career. The record label and our manager had requested that I say that I was only having dinner with a friend and that I am not gay. This is not acceptable. I am not the only musician who is gay, nor am I the first to come out. I believe that we are mature enough as a society to accept that there are gay people and that there is nothing wrong with that.
“If you would be as kind to excuse me, my fellow band members will take over from here to discuss our future tour plans, our new management and the contract we are in discussion over with a new record company. As for myself, I have a date. Tonight is my three year anniversary with Gage, the love of my life.”
With a smile to and a couple 'thank you's for the congratulations and good luck comments from some of the nicer members of the media, Geraint got up and walked off stage.
Sliding into the waiting limo, Geraint grinned at what waited him. He was tugged into a set of arms, and greeted with a “Happy Anniversary Baby, I love you” right before his lips were taken in a deep kiss.
I is for Ieuan
Warning: Contains Incest
Ieuan threw the door open and stomped over to the bed where he threw himself down. He didn't care that it wasn't his bed nor that his brother was already lying on the bed. He allowed his brother to push and shove him until they were both comfortable.
“They're at it again.” Ieuan mumbled into his brother's shoulder.
“Again? I'd figure after 22 years, they'd have solved the debate.” was muttered back to him.
“At least you can shorten your name to Gray. There's not much I can shorten mine to. They won't even accept that I've decided how to pronounce my own name. They still have to debate it. You'd figure they'd decide how to pronounce the name before using it.”
“Parents.” Graeme snorted, “They have kids just to torture them. I may go by Gray, but it's still annoying for them to argue whether I'm named 'Gray-me' or 'Gray-um'”.
“That's still better than the 'Yay-un' or 'Yigh-un'. And at least people can sort of pronounce your name. No one can pronounce mine. Ever. It doesn't help that the only Welsh people we ever met laughed when we asked them how to pronounce our own names.”
“That couple was fun,” Graeme said with a grin, “What was their name, Peep, Neep...”
“Meep.” Ieuan said, “They were Mrs. And Mr. Meep.”
“Oh yeah, that's right.” Graeme nudged at Ieuan until he looked up from where he had buried it in Graeme's shoulder. “Cheer up, doll. Jackie is coming over tonight.”
“I miss Jauque.” Ieuan pouted.
“I know you do, love, I do too. But he'll be here soon and he'll join our complaints about no one knowing how to properly pronounce our names. I may get away with calling him Jackie, but that's only because he loves us. Otherwise he'd yell about his name being pronounced 'Hawk' like all the other times someone tries to call him Jack.”
Graeme nudged Ieuan when he tried to bury his head again, “Come on, love, don't be like that. You don't want to be moping when Jackie shows up or he'll worry.”
Ieuan looked at his brother, still moping a bit. “You'll just have to cheer me up.”
Graeme rolled his eyes but smiled so that Ieuan knew he was joking. “That's fine with me, love.”
Graeme rolled until he was on top of his brother then leaned down until their lips met. He couldn't wait until Jackie came over but until then, he'd keep is brother distracted.
G is for Geraint
Geraint took a deep breath then approached the table set up with microphones, his band mates trailing behind him.
Holding his hand up to quiet the questions that were shouted out upon his sitting, Geraint addressed the people in the crowd in front of him.
“Thank you for attending this press conference. Although there are a number of things we'd like to discuss, we'll try not to take very long. First off, the reason for this press conference. Last Friday, I was photographed having dinner with a man. The media jumped on this picture, asking if I was gay. Shortly after the first time that question was asked, our manager informed the band that the label had set up this press conference. I was informed that there was to be a very specific, pre-written statement for me to read.
“After reading this statement and showing it to my fellow band mates, we made a decision. We chose to legally break our contracts with both the record label and our manager. We had a clause in both contracts that stated that neither the label nor our manager could dictate anything to do with how we live our personal lives unless there was something that could harm us or others. Who I spend time with, no matter what we are doing, does not cause harm to myself or others. It also does no harm to our music. As both our manager and the record label attempted to dictate what was said in how I live my personal life, we chose to use that clause and break our contracts.
“The final request made of us was to conduct this press conference. We agreed because we had some very important information to discuss, even though it was not what the label and our manager wants us to say.
“Now, to discuss those pictures. I was indeed on a date. I am gay. I have been in a relationship with the man in question for over three years. Obviously this relationship has never been a jeopardy to the band, our music and our career. The record label and our manager had requested that I say that I was only having dinner with a friend and that I am not gay. This is not acceptable. I am not the only musician who is gay, nor am I the first to come out. I believe that we are mature enough as a society to accept that there are gay people and that there is nothing wrong with that.
“If you would be as kind to excuse me, my fellow band members will take over from here to discuss our future tour plans, our new management and the contract we are in discussion over with a new record company. As for myself, I have a date. Tonight is my three year anniversary with Gage, the love of my life.”
With a smile to and a couple 'thank you's for the congratulations and good luck comments from some of the nicer members of the media, Geraint got up and walked off stage.
Sliding into the waiting limo, Geraint grinned at what waited him. He was tugged into a set of arms, and greeted with a “Happy Anniversary Baby, I love you” right before his lips were taken in a deep kiss.
I is for Ieuan
Warning: Contains Incest
Ieuan threw the door open and stomped over to the bed where he threw himself down. He didn't care that it wasn't his bed nor that his brother was already lying on the bed. He allowed his brother to push and shove him until they were both comfortable.
“They're at it again.” Ieuan mumbled into his brother's shoulder.
“Again? I'd figure after 22 years, they'd have solved the debate.” was muttered back to him.
“At least you can shorten your name to Gray. There's not much I can shorten mine to. They won't even accept that I've decided how to pronounce my own name. They still have to debate it. You'd figure they'd decide how to pronounce the name before using it.”
“Parents.” Graeme snorted, “They have kids just to torture them. I may go by Gray, but it's still annoying for them to argue whether I'm named 'Gray-me' or 'Gray-um'”.
“That's still better than the 'Yay-un' or 'Yigh-un'. And at least people can sort of pronounce your name. No one can pronounce mine. Ever. It doesn't help that the only Welsh people we ever met laughed when we asked them how to pronounce our own names.”
“That couple was fun,” Graeme said with a grin, “What was their name, Peep, Neep...”
“Meep.” Ieuan said, “They were Mrs. And Mr. Meep.”
“Oh yeah, that's right.” Graeme nudged at Ieuan until he looked up from where he had buried it in Graeme's shoulder. “Cheer up, doll. Jackie is coming over tonight.”
“I miss Jauque.” Ieuan pouted.
“I know you do, love, I do too. But he'll be here soon and he'll join our complaints about no one knowing how to properly pronounce our names. I may get away with calling him Jackie, but that's only because he loves us. Otherwise he'd yell about his name being pronounced 'Hawk' like all the other times someone tries to call him Jack.”
Graeme nudged Ieuan when he tried to bury his head again, “Come on, love, don't be like that. You don't want to be moping when Jackie shows up or he'll worry.”
Ieuan looked at his brother, still moping a bit. “You'll just have to cheer me up.”
Graeme rolled his eyes but smiled so that Ieuan knew he was joking. “That's fine with me, love.”
Graeme rolled until he was on top of his brother then leaned down until their lips met. He couldn't wait until Jackie came over but until then, he'd keep is brother distracted.