“I Will, I Won't, I Do” Guest Writer: R. L. Norman "I object!" the man shouted as he stood up in the back of the church.I can’t believe this is happening! How dare someone object to my marriage?I know that some people in my position would not get married; but I am doing what my heart feels.You see, I remember it like it was [...]
Recently, I had the distinct pleasure to sit down with Mr. R. L. Norman, exclusively for the Huffington Post Queer Voices. Arguably, Mr. Norman is that quintessential Renaissance man: he’s an entrepreneur, videographer, performer, columnist, internet host, and author of the popular series of novels entitled, “Honey Let Me Tell You.” His fifth and brand new installment in the series is, “Honey [...]
I had the distinct pleasure to sit down with Mr. R. L. Norman, exclusively for the Huffington Post Queer Voices. Arguably, Mr. Norman is that quintessential Renaissance man: he’s an entrepreneur, videographer, performer, columnist, internet host, and author of the popular series of novels entitled, “Honey Let Me Tell You.” His fifth and brand new installment in the series is, “Honey [...]
“Writer, You Say What?” Guest Writer: R. L. Norman He stood across the room from me not saying a word. I was slowly becoming nervous as he just stared at me, looking all seductive. As he walked slowly towards me, I backed up until I could go nowhere. I bumped into the desk that was behind me and stumbled for a brief moment. [...]
“Honey I Should Have Told” Guest Writer: R. L. Norman I remember that day as if it were yesterday. I was stumbling down the street to meet my blind date whom I had met on-line. It was about 9 o'clock p.m. on a Saturday night in the middle of winter. There were about 10 inches of snow on the ground, as the whole [...]
“Kiss Me You Fool” Guest Writer: R. L. Norman “Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! My parents will be home soon, and this boy peed on my mama's new couch! I’ll bet that when she finds out--besides giving me a whooping—she’ll wish she had put plastic on the furniture. She wanted plastic on it when we first got it, but my father said [...]
“Is It Live Or Memorex?” Guest Writer: R. L. Norman I, along with everyone in the audience, stared at the big screen with shock! As I slowly looked around, I saw people whispering and gawking with disgusting looks on their faces. That was because on the screen, there were four naked men. It looked like they were in a hotel room. A couple [...]
“WHAT DO THE LONELY DO AT CHRISTMAS?”Guest Writer: R. L. Norman It was so silent that we could hear every sound or movement in the house. We sat there as still and as quietly as we could, even though we were half asleep. We had waited until we thought our parents were asleep before we went on our undercover mission. It was about [...]
“Do You Know Your A, B and Cs?”Guest Writer: R. L. Norman On a sunny day in June, I was among what seemed to be hundreds of guests at this outdoor wedding. It took place in the backyard of a mansion in Bowie, Maryland. Rumor had it that a Washington Redskins football player owned it. But who knows if that were true. When I [...]
“LaToya Hankins: Madame Triple Threat”Guest Writer: R. L. Norman LaToya Hankins is an author, poet and an activist. Upon graduating from East Carolina University, she earned a Bachelor of Science (B.S.) degree in Journalism and a minor in Political Science. Currently, she is the president of the Zeta Phi Beta Sorority graduate chapter in Raleigh, North Carolina (N.C.) As co-founder of the Shades of [...]
On Friday, October 30, WYATTEVANS.COM Guest Writer Mr. R. L. Norman returns, making his considerable and unique presence known with his Column entitled, “Honey, Let Me Tell You Something!” And this time out, R. L. interviews Ms. LaToya Hankins, the popular and renowned Lesbian author and poet. It’s a colorful and revealing portrait of the talent--who’s also an activist. Trust and Believe: [...]
“Stop, in the Name of Love…”Guest Writer: R. L. Norman "STOP!!!" I screamed. "PLEASE STOP." As I struggled to get loose but couldn't move, tears began forming in my eyes. The weight on top of me was way too heavy. As I struggled more and more, the grip around my body got tighter and tighter. His arms were wrapped around me, and the [...]
