Robin Reardon
I'm an inveterate observer of human nature, and my primary writing goal is to create stories about all kinds of people, some of whom happen to be gay or transgender—people whose destinies are not determined solely by their sexual orientation or identity. My secondary writing goal is to introduce readers to concepts or information they might not know very much about. On my website, robinreardon.com, see individual book pages for “Digging Deeper” sections that link to background information and research done for the novel.
My motto is this: The only thing wrong with being gay is how some people treat you when they find out.
Interests outside of writing include singing, nature photography, and the study of comparative religions. I write in a butter yellow study with a view of the Boston, Massachusetts skyline.
“Was Chris a man?"Now, there was something to ponder. Was he? He'd been strong and brave, and not stubborn. He'd killed other men, he'd saved other men's lives.He kissed other men. And he'd cried and cried.I closed my eyes. But then the dog said, "What makes a man not a man?"Eyes open, I said, "Kissing another man.""Why?""Why?""Yeah. Is there something unkissable about a man?"I smirked at the black and white furry face. "No, stupid. Women kiss men.""Was Chris a man?”
“It's an erectoral vote.... it doesn't mean dick.”
“The police move around again, and the crowd gets just quiet enough so that we can hear the guy holding the sign calling Pagans Athiests say, "Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools." Mom pops up out of her seat, turns in that direction and shouts, "Professing themselves to be Christians, they commit violence.”
“Ty, my boy, here's what you tell them. Say it quietly, and sincerely, and like it's the most important thing anyone ever uttered. Tell them, 'Jesus loves you. But I'm his favorite.”
“The only thing wrong with being gay is how some people treat you when they find out.”