Welcome to Life, You Dirty Book

I’m Alexander Cheves, a sex writer, worker, and educator. Friends call me Beastly. I answer sex questions, but this post is about my debut book, My Love Is a Beast: Confessions, which publishes on October 12, 2021.

(If you want to ask a question for future posts, email AskBeastly@gmail.com or go here.)

I normally use this space to ask for support on Patreon — every dollar helps me run this site. But today, I ask you to pre-order my book. (It is available on Amazon, but ordering via that link sends more money to the indie, queer-owned press that publishes my work.)

Also, come see me! We’re starting a book tour in partnership with The Advocate and Out Magazine. All events are free, but are ticketed to comply with local occupancy limits. Attendance will be limited due to the pandemic (proof of vaccination is required at all events), so get your tickets now. Most events will have a virtual component — follow my Facebook page and Twitter for updates.

Hi friends,

The easier first book would have been a sex guide, something like my slideshows in The Advocate, a book of play tips or dating advice. But I didn’t do that.

I wrote a tell-all about the drugs I’ve loved and the drugs that have hurt me, about what makes my butthole feel good, about my parents and other things that break my heart. The book has sentences I’m scared to tell the world. It will probably end one or two relationships in my life, and it will assuredly lead to some difficult talks with my family. But fear is — and has always been — my tell, my sign that the words work. My writing is best when it scares me.

This time last week, I was waiting for a package that contained my author copies. It was delayed and I panicked. I felt like I was meeting someone I’d been cyber-dating for years for the first time. What if the book was nothing like I pictured?

I’ve sold many products, from dildos to gym memberships. I feared looking at my book and seeing an unremarkable product. I can get caught up in the artistry of making something, but I still have to fuss over numbers. If it doesn’t sell or look appealing on the shelf, the art inside doesn’t matter. Commercialism can never be fully abandoned. I feared taking something out of the box that was unimpressive, unworthy of all this work.

It was stressful because I’ve been thinking about this book every hour of every day.

Then the box arrived.

You can watch the emotional unboxing video on my Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook page. My emotions are pretty muted, so I’m not a sobbing mess in the video. That’s not me. But the book was exactly what I wanted it to be, and I fell in love with it again. Now that I’ve held it — and re-read it — I’m ready for it to be out and live. Some people seem to like it — some brilliant souls that I deeply respect gave glowing endorsement blurbs. I don’t want to sound pigheaded, so I won’t call it a great book — I’ll let others say that if they deem it so. But it’s a good book, I’m proud of it, and I’m ready for the conversations it will start — in my life and hopefully in others’. It hits shelves October 12th (for those who pre-order now, it will ship that day).

The unboxing sent me back through my memories. Where did this dream start? I was good at other things — I acted in plays and even won state literary awards for acting. I told my parents I wanted to be an actor for years. Then I wanted to be a film director. A women’s shoe designer was tucked away in there at one point, a secret that lived in my sketchpads filled with outrageously high heels.

When I lived in Africa as a child, we had no television. While American kids discovered Game Boys and Christina Aguilera, I was cut off from Western culture for some years with only a box of Legos and some VHS tapes. One day, I stole some sheets of computer paper from my dad’s printer, folded them in half, and stapled them along the fold. I filled it with a story — about a ghost dog, I think — and drew pictures. I was six or seven. I made several of these “books.” My parents have a stack of them saved somewhere.

After we moved back to America, I won first place in state competition for best personal essay in my freshman, sophomore, and senior year of high school. I was off my game in junior year — the year my parents discovered I was gay, the year I had almost nightly fights with my dad. I went to college for film, and after one course, switched my major to writing. I never thought writing could be a focus until, by process of elimination, it was the only thing left.

When I started writing for the college paper, sex was far from my mind. My focus was film reviews — indeed, the initial focus of this blog was film reviews. I wanted to be an entertainment writer for Vanity Fair or Entertainment Weekly (I read every issue of EW cover-to-cover for a decade).

I think sex writing only came after I tested positive at 21. Overnight, sex became danger and power, negotiation and reward. Sex became identity, as I was rejected by those who considered me part of an unwanted social class, a miscreant. So I became a miscreant, a hedonist. The better people I found after HIV taught me that sex was politics. Sex was religion.

I’m not rich, so the verdict is out on whether or not writing will be sustainable career as I age and my medical bills pile up. But I have to do it. It’s in my blood, this thing in me. Even if my revenue sources change or my life changes — if I go back overseas, which is likely; if I go back to school, become a sex therapist, or do any number of things — I am a writer. Other creatives understand this. Writing is just what my body has to do. It’s life.

I would do it for free, and like most writers, I did. For a few years, I wrote for bylines, just to get my name out. If you’re a working creative, you probably did something similar. Doctors and lawyers are great, but they have little need to wing it, to leap without any promise of landing. My dad, a doctor, once said that if society collapsed, people would trade him goats and chickens for medical services. He was right. He would always be needed. I would not.

Musicians have doors slammed in their faces until the right one opens. Most actors I know work in restaurants. You grind and grind and believe in it, because you love it.

You have to love it, or you must do something else. Love is why I read as a writer, why I can’t enjoy a book without studying the author’s tricks. Love is why I write a little every day, test styles and voices, and edit, edit, edit.

I’m not famous yet. I’m not wildly successful. But I wrote a book I love, about love, and I hope you love it, too.

Love, Beastly

My Love Is a Beast: Confessions

Alexander Cheves

ISBN: 9780991378036

Hardback; 220 pages; 5”x7.5”

Publication Date: October 12, 2021

Unbound Edition Press

USD $27.95 | PRE-ORDER

Summary

How does the devout son of evangelical Christians, growing up dedicated to mission work in Africa, become one of America’s leading sex columnists and a self-avowed slut committed to kink as his new religion? Across his debut book, My Love Is a Beast: Confessions, Alexander Cheves details his path from piousness to faithlessness, and his awakening to the saving power of hedonism. He tells intimate stories of what he sees as the sacred grace of pleasure as he embraces his life as a sex writer, worker, and activist. In stories richly lyrical, boldly erotic, and fearlessly honest, Cheves takes readers on a tour through Savannah, Atlanta, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York City. Along the way, he explores the darker corners of Queer culture and his own life, highlighting experiences most will have never considered. His rise to national popularity among LGBTQ+ writers gets balanced by his own struggles with and recovery from substance use – and his public embrace of kink and fetish as a belief system, way of life, and identity. In the end, Cheves writes with complete, even shocking transparency and authenticity in the service of shattering sexual shame. Graphic and at times controversial, this book is sure to become a watershed moment among erotic memoirs.

Author

Alexander Cheves, one of America’s leading sex writers, is best known for his work as a contributing editor at The Advocate and his widely read “Sexy Beast” column. He is currently a columnist for Out Magazine and also runs the popular Love, Beastly advice blog, notable for its frank, unflinching answers to questions about Queer sex. His work has also appeared in VICE, Them, and other magazines. He is a recipient of a 2021 Excellence in Journalism award from the National Lesbian and Gay Journalists Association. Cheves is a graduate of the Savannah College of Art & Design.

Reviews

“A much needed and influential voice, Cheves shocks while also liberating and healing… This book cements him as an important author.”
Dr. Chris Donaghue, Host of Loveline and author of Rebel Love

“A rare memoir… provocative and poetic. I loved every uncomfortable minute… it’s a must-read.”
Diane Anderson-Minshall, CEO and Editorial Director, Pride Media and author of Queerly Beloved: A Love Story Across Genders and four novels.

“Savor every word of this literary bacchanal. I predict it will catapult to the top of Queer book offerings.”
Race Bannon, Author and Community Leader

“Cheves tells his story of early gay life as it should be told: terrifying, daring, angry, and so very fragile.”
Christopher Harrity, The Advocate

“This book is a poignant rebellion against the constant pathologizing of all things Queer.”
Amariah Love, MS, NCC, LPC

1 Comment

  1. Nervousness, fear of rejection, that slightly nauseous feeling… that is what ANY artist feels every time they release onto the world a new piece of art. You are giving yourself up to the Court of Public Opinion. It’s NORMAL to feel some anxiety. I would worry if you DIDN’T feel anxious. Looking forward to an interesting read. To you I send good wishes, may your volume climb the NYT Bestseller list like the kitten climbs your pants to get to the treat you hold in your hand, and continued success to you.

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