Sunday, May 9, 2010
Conversations w/ Larry Wilson Jr.
Chess is a competitive game between two players. Each piece has its own style of moving. But what happens when a deranged woman tricks two lovers into playing the game of their lives? Hatshepsut is a confused woman. She treats people the way she wants to be treated using an eight-by-eight grid of hope and empathy. The only things missing from her life is love and the sixteen pieces it's comprised of. It's missing because she was born a man.
Avarice James, Hatshepsut's mother, is an embattled plastic surgeon content on getting what she wants. Deeply rooted by the 64 squares of wickedness, two people she loved the most has castled her before she moved a pawn...the king, Kayak Burke, her son's father and her biggest rival, the rook, Rosa James, her identical twin sister. Rosa has always turned Avarice's existence into a horrid checkmate. She dressed like her, spoke her dialogue, and tarnished Avarice's reputation to achieve the unconscionable. Desperate, Rosa moves a pawn, trapping Kayak in a lustful game of sex that leads her and Avarice into unwanted pregnancies.
When Avarice diagonally moves the queen across white squares, taking a bishop and Rosa castles across black squares, taking a knight, Avarice does something so explosive that it inevitably turns Rosa, Kayak, and the death of his son into the pawns they truly are. Avarice masters the game with skill and patience...She brainwashes her son, disguises him as a girl and names him Hatshepsut. Any memory of Rosa and Kayak has been eradicated...until the time is right! This account extends all racial barriers. If you have ever loved, been betrayed and lost a child this harrowing story will open your heart and cause you to search your soul and question your faith. Call her Queen Hatshepsut:
When I was seven years old, Mama and I showered together. I have never before viewed her naked body. I was curious so I asked her, “Mama, what are those?”
“Breasts,” she said. “You have them too.”
“Why don’t they stick out?” I asked, careful not to get the plastic cap covering my perm wet.
“Because you’re a child. You have to go through puberty.”
“And what is that?” I asked, pointing to the bushy area of her hips.
“A penis, Mama?”
She smiled. “Yes.”
“And what do I have?”
She pinched the little thing hanging from my groin.
After we dried off and got dressed, Mama smiled at me. “Go look at yourself in the mirror,” said Mama, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling hungrily on a cigarette. Playing into our ears were medical tapes. She constantly played them like she did her music. I never paid it attention.
I was giddy. “Ok, Mama.”
I looked myself over in the mirror. I smiled. “This is perfect, Mama.”
She picked up her purse and grabbed a lace-front black wig and put it over her hair. She said she didn’t feel like dealing with styling her natural hair or paying to get it styled. Mortgage was coming up and the light bill, also.
Mama pulled up in someone’s back yard and parked by a huge white Tour bus. I saw balloons, crepe paper and a lot of well-dressed folks. It looked nice. The ladies all had on lavender dresses and the men had on off-white suits.
I slowly took in the magnificent house. The huge pool was so awesome. We didn’t have a pool and Mama never taught me how to swim, which worried me because, even when my teacher sent permission forms home so they could teach me and the other students how to swim Mama set it on fire and let it burn in the sink.
I had asked her, “Mama, why did you burn it?”
She smiled sweetly at me. “Because God promised us one thing. He isn’t gonna destroy the world by water. He’s gonna destroy it by fire. So why learn to swim?”
I shuddered when she’d said it.
I looked behind me, slightly lifting my butt up in the seat and noticed many parked vehicles. I’d never seen so many nice cars parked in one spot in my life.
“We’re here,” said Mama, taking up her huge designer purse.
I was shaking my head, hot as hell. I inherited the word “hell” from Mama and it sounded good when I put it to use. She turned off the car and undid her seat belt.
“Where are we, Mama?”
She kissed my lips. “Your Daddy’s funeral, I meant wedding.”
What do you get when you have a young, ambitious Nassau, Bahamian man from Goulds, Florida (Miami) who rose from parole and homelessness to become his own publisher, advertising guru, model, editor, and CEO? You get DAPHAROAH69, The King of Erotica. In 2009 he has helped 14,000 + fans and friends get tested for HIV through his social networking. He is one of the most popular authors on the Facebook Network. He has helped stop over 3,000 gay and straight black men from doing porn movies. Before all this, he was featured in the Express Newspaper for his achievements and was one of CLIK Magazine's Top 25 Sexiest, Most Eligible bachelors in October of 2007. He co-authored and co-edited an anthology called Voices From Within released on World AIDS Day in 2000 while incarcerated. The book was selected for Body Positive Magazine's Book of the Month Club. He was selected as an extra in the Bruce Willis blockbuster "Bandits."
In January of 2007, he unveiled his first book, The King of Erotica: The Throne, a collection of unapologetic sexual short stories with a message. In Feb of 2008 he released The King of Erotica Book 2 and it surpassed his first book, selling thousands of copies worldwide. His books were the focal point for more than 45 Book Clubs across the country and featured in over 200 more book clubs worldwide, including Japan and Germany. He was published in Shani McDowell’s Mocha Chocolate Anthology and WSN’s Anthology. His eBook, The Diary and the Strap, was released by Phaze Publishing with rave reviews. All three of The King of Erotica Novels soared into the Barnes and Noble.com Bestselling Top 100 books at the same time in February of 2009, with Book 3 peaking at #71 and Book 1 peaking at #100. He became the first self-published author to achieve the feat. He shared the list with Steve Harvey, President Obama and John Grisham. New York Times Bestselling author E. Lynn Harris selected The King of Erotica’s books for his Literary Café in support of the Basketball Jones and serves as Wilson’s personal teacher and mentor. He released his recent bestseller The King of Erotica 4 on July 24, 2009.
His writing gives a deeper understanding of why some people have the type of sex the way they do. The book also touches on taboo topics seldom discussed in the black community. He writes from the gay, straight, female, and male points of view with devastating accuracy. He is a powerful speaker, motivator and a spokesperson for HIV/AIDS Awareness since testing positive in early 2009. He speaks to at-risk teenagers and gay persons across the country and gives his powerful testimony to transform, shape and inspire aspiring youth. His new book, Some Men Wear Panties was released by Urban Moon, owned by New York Times Bestselling author JL King in the Fall of 2009, The King of Erotica 5 the WAR:Dr.O.Be was released Christmas of 2009 and Call Her Queen Hatshepsut was released (By TKOE Publications) in January of 2010. His take-no-prisoners attitude has reflected in the response from his die-hard fans. All of his books have a combined total of 300 + (5) Star reviews and not a STAR less.
I stimYOUlate, then edYOUcate. So for that reason I don’t care who likes my writing or not. As long as you GET SOMETHING from it then my job is done. God gets the praise and I get the blessing of writing my next book.
Introduce yourself to our readers.
I'm bestselling author Dapharoah69. The King of Erotica. I am the author of seven books. I'm my own publisher, CEO, accountant, marketing director, advertising guru, book format artist, photographer, model, cover designer and editor. I was born in Salinas, California June 26, 1977 and raised in Goulds, Florida since I was 15 months old. I was the first self-published author to chart three books on Barnes and Noble.com Top 100 Bestseller's list at the same time and I was featured in E Lynn Harris Literary Cafe n 2009 before his untimely death.
How did you get the name The King of Erotica:
The King of Erotica are the names of my books. It's not me; and it doesn't define who I am. My fans actually called me that on Myspace a few years ago when I got over half a million blog views, comments, and kudos on my erotic poems and stories. It stuck with me when I was considering a title for my book. Going through the abuse and the scale it was on ... all I had were my journals. Most kids had imaginary friends; I had journals and the gift of dance. They always comforted me. My journals, dancing, and channeling all of them into words were therapeutic for me. I am the oldest of five kids raised in a single parent home. I graduated high school, went in the Army, and then went to jail at age 19. Recently, I have contracted HIV and am now a spokesperson for the disease.
Have you faced moments of despair with your writing:
I still feel moments of despair when it comes to that. My fans look at me like a star. I don't see myself as that. I don't write books because I'm good or talented. I do it because the stories in my head need to get out so they can help people, or make them aware of certain things I've seen. These are things that are going on around us, whether people know it or not. I actually gave up on writing many times and got normal, everyday jobs. I failed at that and was led back to writing. Now writing in me forever. I don't see myself doing anything else.
What does it mean when an author can't finish a book. What advice would you give?
Everything has a reason or a season. If the fruit isn't ripe, it isn't going to fall from the tree. Anybody can rip a piece of fruit from the tree when it's not ready. The contents will be there, but not the sweetness. I say this because, if you start a book and quit and walk away from it, it wasn't it's season. You have to be loyal to yourself, committed to your craft, and dedicated. All the partying has to go. You have to get outside of yourself and become what you write. You have to research places, people, and things and give them credibility. I write for the love of it; I don't care about being rich. If you're writing for the money then you have already failed as an author. Fame and riches don't come to an author overnight. The gift to write books which save lives mean more to me than a paycheck.
Why did you become a writer?
I've been writing since I was 6 years old. But it wasn't until I was in the third grade, age 8, when my teacher gave me a journal and a Robert Frost (The Road Less Taken) and Sara Teasdale poem (The Falling Star) and told me to learn and recite it, then to write in my journal because, even though I didn't confirm it, I was being raped by my ex step father at the time. So writing became my character and my passion. I've been writing for 23 years.
How did abuse as a child affect you as an adult?
I was very introverted, afraid of the outside world. I didn't let people outside my home into my circle, I didn't trust them and that caused me to be over-protective of my siblings. I went through a mind-boggling suicide phase and never told a soul. It was between me and God. The affection in me was destroyed at a young age and all of my relationships were tarnished by the time I became a teenager. I was sleeping with people twice my age (way older than me) as a way to validate myself, and to seek more gratification. I hated women. I hated men. I hated myself. I was confused. I didn't know if I wanted a male or a female. I had a lot of anger and a lot of rage boiled inside me. The rage came from several family members who forced me to be quiet about it. I became a zombie inside. That and the absence of my father fueled the anger.
I was the oldest in a single-parent home. Cooking, cleaning, and watching after my siblings also frustrated me because I couldn't do the things a normal teenager does. So I grew up before my time. Then, at age 19 I went through accusations of hurting a child and went to jail for it. That put me on the opposite end of things. I never hurt anyone, but I accepted it and moved on with my life. But I always had my journals. I wound up writing, writing, and writing to keep me grounded and focused.
Encouraging words for aspiring authors?
Don't wait for a publisher to give you a dream. Wake up and go after it yourself. Stay away from self-help books. You'll be writing THEIR STORIES, not yours. DONT GIVE UP DONT GIVE UP DONT GIVE UP YOU CAN DO IT! Stop looking for help and hand outs and get out there, crash and burn, fail, lose it all and sacrifice for your art. Don't do it for money you will fall flat on your face. Write something that hasn't been done before. Protect your voice. And keep GOD first in all you do. Without Him will give you nothing. Everything you lose he will multiply.
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