Interview with Jackson Jablonic & Evan Goodwyn
My name is Riley Parks and I’m the author of Bleeding Like Me, a romance novel about Jackson Jablonic and Evan Goodwyn, two men in rival street gangs who fall in love. I’m lucky to be joined by these antiheroes today.
Riley Parks: Thank you so much for agreeing to sit down with me to talk all things Bleeding Like Me.
Jackson Jablonic: Antiheroes, huh?
Evan Goodwyn: Guess she’s not down for us like she said she was when she started writing the book.
JJ: Guess not.
RP: In all fairness, you guys have done some questionable things in the past, and some things are blatantly wrong. It’s not that you aren’t likable. I like you…
JJ: What do you say about motherfuckers you don’t like then?
RP: Do you want to be heroes? Role models?
JJ: First, that’s two questions. We told you we’d answer five, and you’re going for two right from the jump.
RP: We could call it one.
EG: We could, but we won’t.
RP: Tough crowd.
EG & JJ: (crickets)
RP: All right (clears throat), do you want to be a hero, Jackson?
JJ: Would I get to fly and shit?
EG: That’d be pretty cool.
RP: I was thinking more an “everyday” hero, not so much a superhero.
JJ: The problem with you is you do too much thinking.
EG: Too much limiting really. I’d be down to be a superhero.
JJ: Do you write that kinda shit?
RP: I don’t. I like to focus on more realistic, true to life gritty stories, like yours.
EG: That sucks. Jack would look fucking hot in some superhero shit. That ass would be like, POW!
JJ: Shut the fuck up.
RP: Me or Evan?
RP: Let’s move on. Role models. Do you want to be role models?
JJ: To who?
RP: To anyone.
JJ: That ship’s sailed, capsized and sank, so probably not.
EG: I’d like to be a role model.
JJ: You would?
EG: (shrugs) Why not? Do you only get one chance to be an okay person? Two? What’s the limit?
RP: That’s not for us to decide, I guess. Maybe that’s a question for the reader.
JJ: I don’t give a shit what they say about it. If he wants to be a role model, they’re not gonna tell him that one day he can’t be.
RP: So maybe we don’t call you antiheroes anymore. What should we call you instead?
JJ: You’re the writer.
RP: How about works in progress?
EG: I like that.
JJ: Fine. You got three more questions to go.
RP: What was your favorite part of the book?
EG: I liked when you wrote about how I painted Jack.
JJ: I liked when you wrote about Evan’s dick.
EG: (rolls eyes) Really?!
JJ: That’s quality content right there.
EG: Do you regret interviewing us?
RP: (bites inside of mouth) Not at all. What about your least favorite part of the book?
JJ: You wrote about shit you shouldn’t have written about. That’s all we gotta say about that.
RP: (looks at Evan)
EG: That’s all we gotta say about that.
JJ: Last one. Make it good.
RP: What’s something you want readers to know about you that they may not have learned in the book?
JJ: I don’t want them to know anything else about me. They know too much already.
EG: I want them to know I’m trying to be a better person.
JJ: You’re doing fine, Evan.
EG: (shrugs) It is what it is.
RP: Thanks for talking with me.
JJ: We done here?
RP: We’re done.
JJ: Thank fuck.
About Bleeding Like Me
Being gay in their neighborhood is perilous. Being gay in a street gang is unheard of. Being gay and in love with a man in a rival gang is a death wish. Through drug addiction, brutality, and seemingly endless peril, they remain; finding stability within each other that shouldn’t exist in their volatile world.
He didn’t paint people; the curves of their bodies and angles of their faces never interested him as much as cityscapes. The circumstances of his life had compelled him to create new worlds that he could get lost in rather than reflect the features of the people he ran from. He constructed buildings from their foundations, making them taller and stronger than he was. He adorned the edifices with countless windows, always left open or cracked so hope could pour in and fears could seep out. Tree lined streets reminded him how to breathe, pumping oxygen through the atmosphere, off the canvas, and into his lungs.
He didn’t paint people until the day he no longer desired the anonymity of his cities. The streets didn’t feel like his escape anymore, not like him. Cerulean skies gave way to pale blue eyes and bus routes to pink pouts. Evan didn’t paint people until he painted Jackson.
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About Riley Parks
Riley has always loved to write, believing that life has the possibility to be its most beautiful when it’s portrayed on the pages of a book. Feeling the need to create and liberate in the midst of the political landscape, Riley writes novels that focus on LGBTQ protagonists, wanting to honor a community that deserves better representation depicting lives, loves and triumphs in all facets of fiction.
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