This is a post by my frequent co-author, Dustin LaValley. I’ll save my own comments for later, below his.
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I’m going to spill some emotion here. So read on.I’ve gotten a reputation here in our little community for speaking up and out when I see wrongs. I do this not only for myself, but for everyone concerned and I have found that whenever I have done so, someone has taken my words and contorted them into something of hate. Believe me, if it were hate there would be no question and I would make it very straight forward. The plain truth is, most of the time I’m being outspoken is because I have crazy love for those I have befriended and I feel that as a friend, they deserve someone on their side willing to do something they themselves are not willing to do when they are wronged. Why? Usually they are afraid of ruining their reputation or they’re simply spineless. Many of my friends are spineless, they know it, I know it and I love them just as much as I love those friends with spines. I’ve always been the one to speak up. As my close personal friends know, I’m the very first one to jump into the middle of an altercation and either subdue it or get the shit beaten out of me. Not because I like it, but because of the love I have for my friends. There is a reason I’m the one who gets called at 3:AM from buddies outside of bars facing a beating by a biker gang: I’ll show up knowing I’m doing the right thing and knowing I’m going to lose. That’s right.If you do the right thing, you will lose.
No matter what it is; writing, fighting, loving, being among the living… you do what’s right and you lose. That’s why I am not a winner, I’m a loser. A lowlife underdog. (Get it?)
When I say, “Share the love!” I’m being myself and truly mean love. When I say “Thank you” or say that I appreciate this or that, I mean it. I’ve noticed lately that as I say, “Share the love!” or even mention the word, people are thrown off. I was raised by a mixture of men and women in the foster home. The men taught me to never let anyone fuck with me or my friends and if they did, to step in. And the women taught me to make cookies.
And after getting the shit beat out of you by the community for trying to right a wrong, cookies taste fucking great.
So, in summation: let’s stop dicking each other around and make some fucking cookies ’cause I’d rather we all cut the shit, drop the egotudes and come together and love each other as friends instead of secret foes.
Share the love!
INTERVIEWS & FEATURES:
3:AM Magazine interview http://www.3ammagazine.com/3am/five-for-dustin-lavalley/
Decibel Magazine feature http://www.decibelmagazine.com/featured/tales-from-the-metalnomicon-dustin-lavalley/
Horror Movie News interview http://www.horrormovienews.net/features-1046-Party_Girl_interview_with_Dustin_LaValley.html
Notes From Underground interview http://somenotesfromunderground.blogspot.com/2009/08/interview-with-dustin-lavalley.html
Shock Horror Magazine Book of the Year http://www.shockhorrormagazine.com/news/
Yahoo Voices interview http://voices.yahoo.com/author-dustin-lavalley-talks-filming-party-girl-3917580.html?cat=40
OFFICIAL AUTHOR LINKS
On Facebook https://www.facebook.com/dustin.lavalley
Dust, In the Valley http://dustinthevalley.tumblr.com/
On Twitter https://twitter.com/dustinlavalley

Sounds very complicated…I’ll have a look at the links!
Thanks, Maddie!