The Purple Fantasy Den: GOODBYE DOMA & Prop. 8!!!!!

The Purple Fantasy Den: GOODBYE DOMA & Prop. 8!!!!!: Today in a landmark decision the Supreme Court overturned DOMA with a vote of 5-4!!! This is a GREAT day for same-sex couples in this coun...

Where Vic Blogs About: Coffee Creations

I have scheduled this to post for Thursday at noon as I'm not sure if I'll feel up to typing by then.

After I graduated from WHHS, I spent a semester at USF before I moved on to BRSM, seminary school. While at USF, I did many things (some legal some... not so much-told you guys I am have not always been a good guy, I was troubled and did a lot of unsavory things when I was younger, things I can share with some people but not everyone because of either their past experiences or because I don't think they can handle it) to make money. I did hair, I would sell off my meal plan to people and then use the money my parents sent me for monthly expenses to buy food & stuff. I had a boyfriend that I helped to sell "stuff". But one of my best money making ventures (yep, you are learning a lot about The Vic today aren't you?) was my "Coffee Creations."

Quite literally, I and my friends would get up early in the morning and for all of those exhausted college students we would make them coffee and sell it from my dorm room (best thing about my roommate, her girlfriend and her boyfriend being together? They slept over at her boyfriend's apartment, giving me a room to myself). But this wasn't just your basic run of the mill coffee that you would put cream and sugar into. I "created" coffee experiences.

I have a nose for what spices when blended together will taste good. When I was younger and we had food in the house, I used it to jazz up the different meals I'd make for my brother and sisters. In college, I used it to jazz up the coffee. I made a lot of money with that and I thought I'd share some of the recipes with you all, so you can try it and tell me what you think.

Now, just so you know, I don't use measuring spoons or cups or anything like that. I just "feel" how much I'm supposed to put in there, so you might have to try out different amounts until you find the one that suits you best.


Angelic Roast-(Angel's favorite, very sweet with a kick)
Make a pot of Italian Roast coffee.
In each individual cup pour a splash of Imitation Vanilla Extract
Two shakes of Ground Cinnamon
A sprig of mint
And one-two shakes of Cayenne pepper
Add sugar and cream


The Morning After-(My drink of choice after a night of hard partying)
Make a pot of Folger's black coffee
In each individual cup pour a splash of Imitation Almond Extract
Three shakes of Ground Cinnamon
One shake of Nutmeg
One shake of Cilantro
Add sugar and cream


Sexy Chocolate Rising-(I don't drink this one often, because I don't really like chocolate but it's great for chocolate lovers)
Make a pot of coffee
In each individual cup:
Two scoops of powdered Hershey chocolate
A splash of Imitation Vanilla Extract
One shake of cinnamon
A pinch of cilantro
Add sugar as needed


All Night Long-(We sold this one to the biology and chemistry majors the most because they said it helped them stay awake)
Make a pot of coffee
In each individual cup:
Two shakes of ginger
One dash of vanilla extract
A pinch of thyme
One shake of nutmeg
Small drop of red food coloring for color
Add sugar and cream



If you try the coffee creations, I hope you enjoy them and let me know what you think! Did the college students only like it because we were all broke and living on our own or is it actually good?

Have a good weekend everyone!


-Vicktor A. B.

A Thank You to The Readers

Thank you.

I am so honored and humbled to have readers who stay up and stalk pages in order to buy my books. You guys are amazing. A guy like me couldn't ask for better, more loyal readers and if I was an emotional guy I'd be blubbering. Since I'm not, I'm going to offer you all fist bumpz, thank you for your continued support and continue to write.

Thank you for anxiously waiting for Elian to release and either pre-ordering or rushing out to buy it as soon as it became available. And even thank you those of you who emailed me (constantly) to let me know that you were waiting for the book to become available. As I said, I am humbled by you all.

I have considered giving up writing a few times because of different things, things that I am way too "Southern gentleman" to share and because my birth mother raised me well I will not go into details, but sometimes it gets to be too much. I've taken time off to regroup, to lick my wounds, to go on trips, etc. and each time I thought about giving up writing, I got an email or a comment, or a Facebook tag or tweet from a reader letting me know that they love my books, that one of my books helped them.

That they cried all the way through Unassumed and it taught them a lot.

You all have brought me back to this wonderful world of writing time and time again and each time it's more rewarding than the time before.

Thank you.

Thank you for your continued support. Thank you for your encouragement. Thank you for buying my books and telling others to do so as well. Thank you for making it possible for me to do what I love.

Thank you for reading.


All My Love and Gratitude,

-Vicktor Alexander

Jason Collins: An Inspiration

Jason Collins, who played for my favorite team the Boston Celtics, and now plays for the Wizards, is a black, NBA player who has come out as gay. The first professional athlete to do so who is still playing in the league. His story is inspirational and I encourage you to go read it, share it and then show him your love. He needs to know that we have his back.


http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/magazine/news/20130429/jason-collins-gay-nba-player/#ixzz2Rrh8O559

Prayers for Boston

Thoughts and prayers to the people of Boston and to everyone affected by the horrendous tragedy of the bombing of the Boston marathon.

The One Where Vic Shares an Excerpt from Ulysses by James Joyce: Molly Brown's Soliloquy

"...I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no God I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go and create something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes."



Molly Brown's Soliloquy




While listening to A Different World this morning Eric LaSalle, who plays Professor Paul, the creative writing teacher, recites the closing lines of Ulysses by James Joyce, known as Molly Brown's Soliloquy. It's absolutely one of my favorites so I thought I'd share it with you (with the help of the Puerto Rican). If you click the link you can hear it performed. The final chapter of Ulysses is without punctuation of any kind and consists of eight, very long, run-on sentences. Mr. Joyce, an Irish playwright and poet was a brilliant man and I'm so pleased to share this with you all.



-Vicktor A. B.

The One Where Vic Shares Langston Hughes' "Negro" Poem

In my Literature class we had a poetry unit and there were a number of poems that we read, critiqued and shared. There were a lot by Langston Hughes, whom I love. I thought I'd share one, the one that I used for one of my critique essays. I thought I'd share the poem with you all.


"Negro" by Langston Hughes

I am a Negro:
     Black as the night is black,
     Black like the depths of my Africa.

I've been a slave:
     Caesar told me to keep his door-steps clean.
     I brushed the boots of Washington.

I've been a worker:
     Under my hands the pyramids arose.
     I made mortar for the Woolworth Building.

I've been a singer:
     All the way from Africa to Georgia
     I carried my sorrow songs.
     I made ragtime.

I've been a victim:
     The Belgians cut off my hands in the Congo.
     They lynch me still in Mississippi.

I am a Negro:
     Black as the night is black,
     Black like the depth of my Africa.