From a tiny acorn grows a mighty oak, so it is with love. Undaunted by rain, snow, thunder and lighting, and even a tornado, Goose and Patrick weathered many storms from first meeting to marriage. By their side through it all, Jefferson and Calvin shared their own love story as Goose and Patrick’s guides through the present and the past and their guardian angels in Heaven and on Earth. Contains the stories: Ghost Writer: Goose is finally allowing himself to feel something again, something like love. He and Jefferson have both been through a lot, war and escaping their abusive exes. There are two problems, though. Jefferson belongs to someone else, and he’s a ghost. While Goose tries to save a tree planted by Jefferson’s lover over a hundred years ago, Jefferson tries to heal Goose’s heart, broken far too long. Snowed In: Goose and Patrick: Four men, two in this realm and two in another, fight all sorts of obstacles, including war, separation, family dysfunction, racial prejudice, homophobia, and their own inner demons to fall in love and explore or recapture their sexuality. Each pair, from this century and one in the past, help the other along the way. Nine Minutes in Heaven: Goose’s lover Patrick ends up on one side of the light, with Jefferson and Calvin. Goose’s family and his dog, Wilbur, are on this side. When Goose is seriously injured and faced with a choice between Heaven and Earth, he finds the decision impossible to make, which could result in him being stuck somewhere in between. Ghosts of Honor: Goose and Patrick have weathered many storms, literally, a massive blizzard and figuratively, death. Will a tornado on their wedding day, a group of ghostly crashers, Goose’s distraction, and Patrick’s lingering emotional pain after the attack be too much to make it through this time?

Weathering the Storms Box Set

I started to create two naked bodies intertwined, Jefferson and Calvin. The skin on one muscular back was darker. Jefferson’s obliques and the sides of his buttocks were visible the way I had him turned. His body was slight, quite thin. Calvin’s entire rear end showed, the way he raised himself up to press his flesh against his lover. Calvin’s body was powerful and strong, every bit of him like a statue etched in marble. Was it accurate? Was I feeling, seeing, guessing, or making shit up? Who knew? Not I.


I drew them kissing, with neither face showing, since I had no idea, still, what Jefferson and Calvin looked like. In a way, it didn’t matter. I remembered the earlier sketch I had done of just Jefferson. Everything one thinks of as being expressed in the face, friendliness, light, humor, affection, came from some sort of aura just from the pencil silhouette of his body. I decided to look at it, to see if I had captured Jefferson this time around.


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