1. As a society, it would be nice if we spent a little more time focusing on the alleged victims of Jerry Sandusky, and a little less thinking about the Nittany Lions. I get that Joe Paterno was a living legend and that he's been fired. I think it's terribly sad that this will be his legacy, and I don't feel comfortable judging exactly what happened since I wasn't there. But I do think it's a little absurd that the media and fans and apparently Penn State supporters have focused so much on football and so little on what happened to at least eight young boys. This will be impact them the rest of their lives, and it isn't their fault. And instead of working to heal those boys, we're arguing whether the people who passed the buck should coach this Saturday. Societies should be judged on how we treat our children and our animals. In this case, we show that our priority remains a game rather than the well-being of the kids who were hurt.

2. Where there's smoke, there's fire. As I said, I don't know exactly what happened there. But having read the Grand Jury report, it is clear that multiple somethings happened. That Sandusky maintains his innocence in the face of so much fire tells me he has no shame. I'm sure he'll get what he deserves and that emotionally he is already getting that and so much more. We create our own hell, and he's in it. 

3. That also means that there's fire in terms of what those in power did NOT do. While it is unclear in many cases who knew how much when, it is quite clear from the entire picture that a very well thought of coach suddenly retired a year after a major event happened. And he never was rumored for any other jobs anywhere. People knew. And no one, it seems, did the right thing. The right thing in this case is to expose a pedophile and protect other children from acts of sexual violence against them.

4. From reading the report, what emerges is a picture of not just a pedophile, but a bully. Sandusky was extremely aggressive in his pursuit of those boys, and used physical dominance in the form of play to get them to do what he wanted them to do. I sometimes feel the smallest bit of sadness for pedophiles, people who feel drawn to these despicable acts. I feel none of that for this bully. He knew what he was doing, and he was blatant and cunning about it, going so far as to form a charity to help at-risk youth that appears to have been no more than a feeding ground for his pedophilia. 

5. Never allow your children to sleep over at the home of a grown man you don't know EXTREMELY well. It's just too risky. I don't have children of my own, but I have nephews and nieces. It is quite clear to me that I would not permit any of them to sleep anywhere where there weren't other children and at least one parent I fully trusted. 

6. This should go without saying, but as the guy who writes about gays in football, this is NOT a situation about gays in football. Jerry Sandusky was not gay; he's a pedophile. Sex with children or either gender is outside the bounds of homosexuality or heterosexuality. So even though he's married, I will not call him heterosexual. He's a child molester. End of story.

My thoughts and prayers are with the victims. Sometimes the therapy called EMDR (Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprogramming) can be helpful for those suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. I hope that Penn State will help in making sure that these boys get all the help they need so that they can live normal or close-to-normal lives. The pain that we don't deal with is what kills us inside.
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This will be the final post here.

But fear not! If you go over to my brand-spankin' new website, billkonigsberg.com, you will see that I am still blogging over there. And on that site, powered by the fine folks at wordpress, you may comment using your Facebook account.

Sorry, Blogger. We liked you, but we needed more. We needed actual comments!

So thanks to those of you who perused this blog regularly.
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Just four more days in 2012... Hard to believe how quickly --

Who the hell am I kidding?

This was the slowest year in the history of man. I don't mean that in a bad way. It just went slowly. To me, last December seems like years ago.

It was a great, slow year:

1. My agent sold my next book, Openly Straight, to Arthur A. Levine Books (Scholastic).

2. I got involved in a very cool project at ASU, to be explained/described in due time.

3.

People often ask me: Bill, how did you find the perfect man?

Okay, no one outside of my head has ever asked me that. While people do often say nice stuff about Chuck, about him being handsome and funny and kind, I have found that people rarely ask questions:

A) Like the aforementioned outside of bad movies and trashy novels

B) Of me in general in which advice of any kind is sought.

So while this has not been asked of me, I do feel as though I have some expertise on the subject.

About four months ago, I took a home test and found that my blood sugar was in the "pre-diabetes" range.

I can't say I was shocked, because it wasn't the first time I'd had that result. But I was horrified, because it was rising from the last time I'd had it checked. I decided that if I wanted to avoid having diabetes, I needed to change my diet and my exercise.

I did both.
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Tomorrow is the first day of NaNoWriMo, also known as National Novel Writing Month. Every November, all sorts of writers take on the challenge of trying to write a draft of a novel in a month. Note that I say "Draft," because very, very few novels are finished in one draft, and while some writers might be able to draft and then revise a novel in a month, I don't think that's a very realistic goal.

For me, especially.

I'll tell you what, people who plan to vote for Mitt Romney:

I disagree with you, and not just a little. Your support of the Romney/Ryan ticket feels like a kick to the stomach, because as a gay man, this stuff is personal to me.

But you know what? Don't de-friend me.

In his Huffington Post blog post on Oct.
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What would happen at an all-boys boarding school in Massachusetts if an athlete came out as gay?

This is NOT the subject of my upcoming novel, Openly Straight. In fact, it is the setting for that novel, but it is the plot of my first novel, Out of the Pocket.

I mention it because of a comment I received last week from a former student at a school I visited three years ago.
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Here it is, boys and girls! The cover of my forthcoming novel "Openly Straight."

Like it? I love it!

I love that it is a visual representation of the story. Given a choice of all the labels my main character, Seamus Rafael Goldberg, can choose, he chooses the most innocuous one. He just wants to be a "normal kid."

I had no idea, when I wrote this, about how much I was writing about myself. That's how clueless I can be about myself.

Today I've decided to be one of those helpful authors and let you know what happens when you attempt to use copywritten song lyrics in your novel. So if you are not a regular reader of this blog, I'm guessing you found me because you just used those lyrics to Rapture by Blondie in your novel, and then you thought, "Wait. Can I do this?"

The answer is: yes and no.

I love using lyrics.
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We are back from our first full-fledged vacation in about three years!

Chuck, Mabel and I went to Northern California for two weeks, and what can I say? Paradise!

We had such an amazing time doing nothing and loving it. We drove about 900 miles each way and stayed for nine days at a place called Driftwood Bungalow in Manchester, California. It's about 150 miles north of San Francisco, about 30 miles south of Mendocino.

Nothing is there, and that's how we wanted it.
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