Gregory Josephs is an author of LGBT coming of age fiction who spends a lot of time indulging his insatiable curiosity—about everything. He believes in self-love, self-awareness, and that procrastination is the product of an intensely creative mind.
Gregory was raised in Colorado, but spent many of his summers in Wisconsin, where he fell in love with the idea of everything North.
Growing up in the southwest, at some point there was more hot sauce than blood running through his veins, and thanks to his foodie parents its a rare day that he doesn’t down a jalapeño. He’s a foodie too, now (with a serious addiction to cooking magazines). When he isn’t writing he’s likely in the kitchen fermenting something—bread dough, cheese, sauerkraut, and most recently mead.
During his teenage years, Gregory competed year-round in swimming, and discovered his passion for language (especially French). While swimming taught discipline, French ignited an enduring love-affair with the written and spoken word. He also started studying music theory, and by the age of fifteen was a prolific songwriter, enjoying a modest amount of fame in his living room.
After High School, Gregory double-majored in music composition and French, but the sudden loss of his best friend triggered an initially unsuccessful metamorphosis of self that saw him abandon school and flee to Wisconsin. Alone in the Northwoods he discovered that self-love was the true key to happiness. When a friend invited him to move to Boston, he was unable to resist the allure of the North, and has called Massachusetts home ever since.
Gregory continues to swim and write music, but now the written word is his true passion.
Alongside his photographer husband, Gregory regularly collects fiestaware and sips whiskey while entertaining his rambunctious cats. He can’t imagine a better life.
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The Arousal of Danger: A Short Story
by Gregory Josephs
After failing to rekindle the passion in her marriage, a desperate woman leaves her unconscious husband to die in a field. But when the historic blizzard that is meant to cover her tracks amounts to nothing more than a dusting, she is left to deal with the body.
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