One of the best things about being writer is that among (some) writers, there’s a feeling of true camaraderie, something I miss from my days in the Corps. I was deeply honored a few weeks ago when a gentleman named Craig Seymour wrote me about how much he’d enjoyed my memoir and that he was coming out with one of his own called All I Could Bare. Thanks to him for having his publisher send me a copy!
We’re in good company, I’d say. Here’s Publishers Weekly on Craig: “it becomes clear that the author is a bit of a narcissist, but a charming one.” And on me: “Being a Marine seems to appeal both to Merritt’s narcissism and to his extreme low self-esteem.” Apparently in the mind of PW, anyone who takes their clothes off and shows off their body or (or who wears a really sharp-looking uniform) is a narcissist. Take it as a compliment, Craig!
Here’s my review on Amazon:
LOVED THIS BOOK! It’s easy to read and entertaining and deep all at the same time. Seymour goes from being a guy who wanted his epitaph to say “He Never Embarrassed His Parents” to a stripper who takes all his clothes off so men could fondle him for money. Craig comes across as a guy you’d hope to meet and not just for his body. As only someone who’s participated in the system can describe, he grasps the nuances and complexities of sex work.
He seems to have a great spirit with observations like the following:
“It was easy to think of the customers as just dirty old men, but many, like Dave, had led lives that had been full of secrets and compromise. That made their time at the clubs seem less like a hedonistic indulgence and more like a taste of hard-worn freedom.”
He also pays tribute to Frank Kameny, an often-overlooked brave pioneer in the days of pre-Stonewall gay equality and exposes the hypocritical Matt Drudge.
Thanks for baring your soul, Craig!