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Kevin Killian on the Hot-and-Sweaty Huddle

e5saNlBnIYKVCMfVcKj9wTJQpbYU2w4EUYByW8KGl04So, did we ever tell you what the amazing Kevin Killian told Angela Tavares about her hot collection, Huddle: Sex with Sporty Queers? He said (*clears throat*) “I enjoyed it thoroughly!”

Thoroughly, I tell you!

Kevin Killian, reading your praise made our jock straps kinda sweaty.

Speaking of perspiration, Huddle, if you haven’t heard, is a collection of erotic stories by Dario Dalla Lasta, Benji Bright, Tamsin Flowers, Theophilia St. Claire, and Christopher Stoddard. In this don’t-show-your-grandma-unless-she’s-into-it tome, the sports field gets sweaty, the cloakrooms get even sweatier, and the boy-on-boy bodies, well, they’re the sweatiest yet. I’m proud of Angela’s collection, and the stories by these bold and bitchin’ authors, because they’re not afraid to enjoy sex to the full — and feel it honestly and hotly on the page.

Wanna see some of Dario Dalla Lasta’s story, “Game Set Match”? Click here.

Now, I told you that to tell you this: GDP author Jacob Louder is currently completing his final draft of a novella called First. First isn’t your usual erotica. And if you get upset about Nabakov’s Lolita, stop reading now. Because First follows the hot exploits of Nico Ericsson, a 14-year old queer with a passion for teens of all genders, including Robbie and his acceptance of his genderqueer identity, Hannah with her incredible — oh God — incredible mouth, and a whole lot of others.

Because teenagers have sex. And we all know it. What’s more, powerful authors, like Dennis Cooper for instance, show us this, time and again. And teen sex is not only some of the hottest sex possible — it is also the sex where we’re often finding ourselves, accepting ourselves, challenging ourselves, expressing ourselves. Whether solo or partnered, teen sex is the place where our sexual bodies are born, where we are told we are shameful but explore it all anyway, where our inner heroes are born and raised, where many of us give the finger to what we’re told to be.

Yes, teenagers have sex. With themselves, with teens, and sometimes with adults. And as an anti-censorship publisher who is fed up of being told we can’t write about certain kinds of humanity, we couldn’t be more excited about Jacob’s First.

Now, Jacob won’t tell you this, but I can: It’s beautiful. And hot. And it’s told from the heart and loins.

Watch this space for your free sample, coming soon. YES!

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Huddle Author Stats and Facts: Dario Dalla Lasta

And our tour of the authors of the astoundingly hot and totally fruity stories in Huddle: Sex With Sporty Queers ends today with Dario Dalla Lasta. Quick note on Dario and “Game Set Match”: While reviewing Huddle’s submissions, I got to Page 2 of Dario’s story, thought, “Wait–who the fuck wrote this?” and then swore to myself that if I had to sell my ovaries to secure his story for Huddle, I would do it. I love it so much. Dario is a master of language, and can paint the prettiest pictures of boys having it off. Download Huddle for free to find out for yourself just how masterful he is.

Dario Dalla Lasta-photo by Sheri MansonYour name:  Dario Dalla Lasta

Your position: Front and center, while skewed a little to the left.

Your favorite sport:  Tennis, of course! I grew up with my father watching Wimbledon and the U.S. Open with rabid intensity while teaching me the basics of the game at a local tennis court. Back then, I was in love with Bjorn Borg and thought Jimmy Connors + Chris Evert = 4ever. Although I hadn’t been on the courts in twentysomething years, writing “Game Set Match” brought me back. When the opportunity to actually play tennis came up last month on vacation, I jumped at the chance. While my serve is definitely rusty, please take note that I slaughtered my opponent (my poor husband) with a sweet score of 6-1. Game Set Match indeed.

Your favorite place to write:  I tend to write the most during stolen moments at work, but love to revise at home on the couch with my dog snuggled next to me, listening to classical music.

Your favorite character in “Huddle” and why:  My favorite character has to be Trace Petrucco. He’s not me, per se, but he’s got lots of my quirks and insecurities, especially when I was younger and less experienced.  Plus, he’s blessed with long blond hair, and mismatched green and blue eyes.  I have DREAMS that I look like that!  Oh yeah, and he’s got a nice dick, too.

Your definition of queer:  The word “queer” to me encompasses all groups in the sexual LGBTQI rainbow. And that’s a lot of lovely folks up in there. But even more than that, queer is a state of mind, a stance, a mindset, a belief system, and an all-inclusive love of everything and everyone that is different and special and unique and nonjudgmental. I find it fascinating how “queer” used to be a hateful term and now it’s just flat-out cool. Basically, all of my friends are queer. If you knew them, you’d see that they are made up of every stripe and color and creed and sexuality imaginable.

Your first moment realizing that you write sex really well:  When I wrote an erotic short story on one of my college breaks. This wasn’t for a class assignment, I just had a rush of sexual energy and imagination that I needed to release and put down on paper. Then, to top it all off, I decided to mail copies out to a select group of college friends in plain brown envelopes with no return address. I mean, how sleazy is that? I’m sure it was horribly written, but I didn’t care because there was a scorching-hot gay sex scene that I was proud of. Once the truth came out, my friends blushed and told me of their profound embarrassment. I liked that reaction. Even though I didn’t write any fiction again until a few years ago, when I eventually started back up, all I wanted to write about was sex. I still do. In fact, I don’t think I can write anything without including lots o’ sex! Must be in my blood.

Your contact stuff:

Email: rocknroll_heart@yahoo.com

Website: http://dariodallalasta.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Dario.Dalla.Lasta

Twitter: https://twitter.com/DarioDallaLasta

You can get Dario’s “Game Set Match” and the rest of Huddle’s amazing stories for free until Monday, September 16. Get it now!

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Huddle Author Stats and Facts: Theophilia St. Claire

Over the course of the next few days, visit our blog to meet some of the authors of the astoundingly hot and totally fruity stories of Huddle: Sex With Sporty Queers. Today, you’re scoring with Theophilia St. Claire, whose story, “Punishment,” is about two football players vying for the same position and a coach who’s more than willing to exploit their desire to be No. 1. Trust me. Coach Harmon is a mad man with a hard on. Now, you get to meet the woman who created him, with contact stuff at the end so you can send her messages to let her know you need more of this specific type of goodie. Enjoy.

TheoPicYour name: Theophilia St. Claire

Your position: In between?

Your favorite sport, assuming there is one: American football, baby! New England Patriots all the way!

Your favorite place to write: In my bed.

Your favorite character in your “Huddle” story (your “writer’s pet”) and why: Coach Harmon! He’s definitely my favorite because his actions, his mannerisms, everything about him makes me blush. He’s definitely a “take-what-he-wants” man, and who doesn’t love very dominant men?

Your definition of “queer”: I think queer is being “out and proud,” without the need for labels (yes, I know that “queer” is, in itself, a label) or conforming to the stereotypes. Queer is just being you, even if you’re gay, and not giving a damn what anyone thinks.

Your first moment realizing that you write sex really well: Goodness. I don’t really remember just a defining moment. For years, my sister was my only reader/supporter, and she always seemed to like my stories, especially the sex scenes, which she’d request more of. So, around my teens, I had some, idea, I think. But even despite her encouragement, I still doubted my ability to write really good sex, especially compared to other authors, until…getting published with Go Deeper Press. I mean, it has to be good stuff to get published, right? Yeah, I think I’m starting to realize it now.  🙂

Your contact stuff: You can contact me on twitter @TheoStClaire and on http://www.facebook.com/TheoStClaire. Send me an email at theost.claire@yahoo.com!

You can get Theophilia’s “Punishment” and the rest of Huddle’s amazing stories for free until Monday, September 16. Don’t drop the ball. Get it now!

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Don’t Screw With the Wing. Get Huddle for Free.

e5saNlBnIYKVCMfVcKj9wTJQpbYU2w4EUYByW8KGl04The new school year has dawned, and to celebrate everyone’s return to wholesome academia, Huddle: Sex With Sporty Queers is available as a free download at godeeperpress.com until Monday, September 16. Our party doesn’t stop there, however. Hell, we’re practically daring you to download Huddle with what follows: a teaser from Tamsin Flower’s “Lucky Mascot,” which, of course, is in the anthology, and you’re going to love it—the story, the collection, the whole shebang. I mean, how could you not? It’s free.

So, here’s what you missed from “Lucky Mascot,” up to this point: Our good narrator, Jed Marshall, has spotted a shadowy figure drifting its way across the baseball field at St. Ignacious and dipping into the locker rooms. Curious, of course, Jed follows, wondering who’s up so late, especially since St. I’s baseball team has a huge game against their biggest rivals the next day. Enter Jed. Enter Dick. Enter a scorching blowjob that may inspire your weekend activities.

Enjoy.

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“Hello? Anybody there?”

“Who’s that?” It was the sharp response of someone who didn’t want to be disturbed.

“Jed Marshall,” I said, tentatively pushing open the door to the locker room and leaning against the jamb.

On one of the benches inside, with his back resting against a row of lockers, sat a picture-perfect jock, with a blond brush cut and wide-set blue eyes. Square jaw, wide neck, broad shoulders. He also had the biggest boner I’d ever seen pushing out against his sweat pants. I felt a kick in my own pants and lost a breath.

“Hey, I know you,” he said, looking me up and down with an expression more predatory than friendly.

I shrugged. I didn’t recognize him.

“You’re that kid, aren’t you? Used to come to all the matches and is in all the team pictures—Dean Marshall’s kid?”

I nodded. I could never play anonymous. The hall was lined with Founders’ Team photos going back years and, as the lucky mascot, I was in every single one of them in my miniature team uniform.

“The team lucky mascot,” he said, cracking a wide smile. He didn’t seem the least embarrassed or concerned about the bulge in his pants.

“I can’t deny it.”

He held out his hand for me to shake, which I did. He had an incredibly strong grip.

“Dick Gunnison.”

I sat down on the bench opposite him.

“You in the game tomorrow?” I said.

He nodded. “Pitcher.”

I whistled. That was some pressure. “Shouldn’t you be home in bed?”

“Can’t sleep.” He glanced down at his groin.

“It’s pretty impressive,” I said, and I meant it. What I wouldn’t have given to get my mouth around his piece. “Why don’t you just…?”

“Jack off?”

I nodded enviously.

Gunnison held up the hand I’d shaken a moment before and looked at it with an expression of awed wonder. “Can’t do it, man. It’s my lucky pitching hand.”

“It’s not gonna break off from just beating your meat,” I said.

He laughed and massaged his knuckles with his other hand. “Listen, I jack off every night to get to sleep. But whenever I jack off the night before a game, the arm spectacularly fails at the critical moment. Like last year, when we played the Bishops. I needed a curveball to see off their star in the final innings. My arm goes soft, and I throw a meatball. I can’t do it again. I gotta do great tomorrow. There are scouts in town.”

Our little Founders’ Weekend match didn’t often attract scouts from any of the major league teams. They’d only come all the way out here if they’d heard there was someone worth seeing. And if they were in town, chances were, as pitcher, Gunnison would be in their crosshairs. So he was right. He couldn’t afford to fuck up.

“But you gotta sleep. You can’t play if you haven’t slept,” I said.

He put his head in his hands. “I’m so fucking tired,” he said. “But I can’t screw with the wing.”

It was too obvious to come in a blinding flash. I didn’t really give it any thought at all. I simply knelt down in front of him and rested my hands on the waistband of his pants. I glanced up to check he was okay with this. You never know with some jocks: Touch ‘em and it can be like you’ve shocked them with a Taser. But Dick Gunnison was fine with it. The tension had gone out of his eyes, and he shifted his hips forward on the seat so he could lean back.

I slid his sweatpants down his thighs, gently disentangling his cock from the elastic waistband. He wasn’t wearing any shorts underneath, and his giant namesake swung up into my face like it was spring-loaded.

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[Repost!] Meet Benji Bright, Part 2

Available at queeryoungcowboys.com

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This post initially published on March 4, 2013. Get Benji’s amazing new erotic short, “Free Run,” in Huddle: Sex With Sporty Queers (Vol. 1: Boys Varsity), which is now available on godeeperpress.comAmazon, and Barnes & Noble, with more online retailers on the way.

You can  buy Candid right now right here. Don’t forget to drop by Benji’s blog at www.theeroticledger.com. Tell him Go Deeper Press sent you.

Candid contains 10 fictional interviews with mostly queer men from seriously all different walks of life. How did your “subjects” come to you? I’d imagine it would have been a long process to create each and every one of them, but please tell me I’m wrong if I am. 

Benji: A lot of the subjects from Candid come from my own experiences, anxieties, fantasies, and those of people I’ve known. I’ve referred to the project in the past as a kind of exorcism, as in putting all of the voices in your head on paper. I knew that Candid would be too niche and too short and too personal to be any definitive survey of whom the contemporary gay male is, so I didn’t worry about that. I wrote (what I hoped was) realistic dialogue for people who were already a part of me in some way. So, it was a fairly quick process. All I had to do was figure out who was speaking and let them speak. I did try to balance sex and sentiment so that no particular character came off like agitprop with a ten-inch dick.

I will say that the editing was harder. I read every line of the novella aloud multiple times to see if it held up to a voice, if it had a natural cadence. I don’t know if I was totally successful, but I was impressed when I watched (listened to?) the trailer that Johnny Murdoc made. It sounded like people talking, so I guess I did my job.

I want to ask you about Dennis Cooper’s The Sluts and whether or not it influenced the format of your book. It’s similar, I think, in the way it captures these men in a moment of time, in sort of a “full-confessional” way.

That’s funny, actually. I was going to mention Dennis Cooper in my list of writing heroes, but then I hedged. I’m not sure why. I think, ultimately, that the first work I read by Dennis Cooper (Frisk) and subsequent reads speak to the darkness behind sexual impulses, which my writing largely skirts. I don’t mean to suggest that my writing is uniformly rosy, but maybe it has a few less thorns. I guess I might as well take this opportunity to formally say that Dennis Cooper is one of my writing heroes, whether I write like him or not. His work stays with you, haunts you. That’s a skill (talent?) worthy of praise.

It was refreshing—I think that’s the best word—to find moments of serious fucking introspection on the topic of sex spoken by your characters, especially in a novella that’s focused on the retelling of sexual encounters that’s meant to make your readers want to get off. I’m thinking specifically of lines like these, courtesy of your interviewer in the second interview: “Maybe it helps if you think of sex as a protected space, an area of your life without judgment. That it’s something primal and ancient that you belong to as much as it belongs to you.” From my experience with erotica, this is atypical dialogue, and it’s awesome. How important was it for you to create these men—some of them, anyway—that could emphasize the importance of connected sex (dare I say healing sex?), ones without the typical “smut” or gay-erotic-lit focus of chiseled chin, ripped abs, gaping hole?

I wanted to create something with characters who had concerns. As much as I love sex (and I definitely do), I struggle with aspects of it. Should I be paying more attention? Should I be more vocal about what I like? Is my ass too small? Where should I put my glasses if this guy doesn’t have a nightstand? Why doesn’t this guy have a nightstand? Should you fuck somebody who doesn’t have a nightstand?

I wanted to write characters who had issues. The idea of connected sex was one of them. There’s the importance of being present during sex, but there’s also another character who totally rejects that notion and equates being mentally elsewhere during sex to channel-surfing or tuning into a different wavelength. There’s a married character who has a dynamic relationship with his partner and others who decry the entire institution.

I absolutely needed my characters to be able to talk about these things. I settled on the title Candid because I wanted to say some real things. Sprinkle a little deeper thinking in with all the sex.

What do you do when you’re not writing smut? When you’re not writing smut, how much do you miss writing smut?

For now, I work as a server in a restaurant where a decent amount of the staff has read my book. So, basically, they know I’m a pervert, which is fine by me. I also write poetry and attempt to teach myself different skills on a revolving basis (CSS, Adobe InDesign, Photoshop, drawing, French, game-making).

When I’m not writing smut, I miss the response I get from writing smut. I think there’s something really honest and great about someone telling you that they read some erotica you wrote and it really got them going. There’s a certain amount of bullshit that you’ve skipped by just having that conversation. I miss that a lot when I stay away from smut for too long.

This is where you get to say something unforgettable. Have at it!

Dear person reading this,

If you didn’t know me before you read this interview, then hi, I’m Ben. I’m usually sketchy about strangers giving me advice, so I’ll understand if you brush off this next thing I’m about to say.

You are the best sexual partner you’re ever going to have, so be nice to yourself. Don’t beat yourself up about what turns you on. Don’t force yourself to fall in line with any narrow view of sexuality. Be nice to yourself.

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Huddle Today

The hour’s right, so go and get your copy of Huddle: Sex With Sporty Queers (Vol. 1: Boys Varsity) via our website or Amazon (more retailers coming real soon), put on your favorite Pet Shop Boys (or Limp Wrist) album, and enjoy.  To celebrate the release of your favorite new M/M erotica anthology, we’ll be posting pictures of athletes doing sexy, or at least queer-looking, things. And now, I am so happy to start with none other than the New York Yankees.

Installment No. 1: Spreading the News

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Go right here for more of this good time.

Installment No. 2: “Impact Engine Fails”

More on how Andy Carroll convinced Lukasz Fabianski to not hide their affections anymore.

Installment No. 3: Boy-to-Boy Resuscitation

Nabbed from the Mirror with thanks (click photo for full article and details)

Nabbed from the Mirror with thanks (click photo for full article and details)

Installment No. 4: There Are No Lesbians in Football

Big surprise: It’s from here.

Installment No. 5: Loving Proud

Thank you, thank you, Qualia Folk!

Installment No. 6: Consent

And now we borrow from the Big Guys.

Installment No. 7: Snack Pack

When you’re this sexy, you don’t need an action shot: Robbie Rogers looking all “Twinkie.”

Big thanks to Project Q Atlanta for the boy candy.

Installment No. 8: Locked and Loaded

Thank you to the Poker Forums, where poker, apparently, is not always the topic at hand.

Installment No. 9: Perspective

Courtesy, as you see, of thechive.com.

Installment No. 10: There Are No Lesbians in Women’s Football (U.S. Edition)

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Courtesy of someplace, but mainly Angela’s hard drive.

Installation No. 11: Swingers

Courtesy of graphicshunt.com.

Installation No. 12: Beckham Apparently

From wikia.com.

Installation No. 13: Good Game

Thanks, gaysurfers.net!

Installation No. 14: The Game Winner

With thanks to competenetwork.com!

Installment No. 15: Goodnight

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There’s nothing really queer-looking about this picture or Alex Morgan, but I like it, so I figured I’d reward us all.

Thanks for celebrating Huddle’s release with us and, as always, for your support!

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Five Reasons Why You’ll Want Huddle

e5saNlBnIYKVCMfVcKj9wTJQpbYU2w4EUYByW8KGl04Huddle is out this coming Monday. I want to do something here that I didn’t quite do in my introduction. I want to tell you a little bit about these stories, why I believed they were the best, and—woah— how I suddenly found myself editing an M/M anthology. Here’s something I do say in my introduction: Huddle was meant to be queer—across-the-fucking-board queer. I mean, Huddle is queer, but it features only male characters. This came as a surprise, since I received an equal amount of other queer stories, but the five that fill Huddle were the ones that completely blew my mind—for their sultriness, their darkness, their ability to tell a compelling story and make me hot in my seat. Huddle is erotica, but, like many of Go Deeper Press’ releases, it’s literary, too. It’s everything I love in a story collection.

And it starts off strong, with “Game Set Match” by Dario Dalla Lasta. My God, I will never forget Trace Petrucco and his bright Pumas or Jeremy King and his Italian-sausage-sized cock. These two characters are so alive on the page, I swear I could smell them (Jeremy especially, since he’s the sweaty tennis player, who, you know, sort of reminded me of Pete Sampras). Or maybe it was the smell of locker room? For what it’s worth, I imagine Trace to smell like creamsicles: fruity. Anyway, Dario made me love both these guys in completely different ways and for completely different reasons. This takes masterful talent, I swear it.

Next is Benji Bright and “Free Run.” Okay, I love Benji Bright. In fact, I love Benji Bright so much, I interviewed him. He submitted this story, and I was, like, “Yes! BENJI BRIGHT!” I realized that, if I didn’t like the story, I’d have to reject it, but I don’t think Benji Bright can write a bad story. This is his natural gift: writing beautiful and vivid erotica that makes you feel like you’re part of the scenery (in this case, I was hiding behind a bush, watching what that lucky devil of a narrator was watching). There are moments in “Free Run” that feel silent and still—the narrator’s careful eye on his two running teammates in the woods—and it’s breathtaking, its longing and loneliness.

Remember this name: Theophilia St. Claire. “Punishment” is Theophilia’s story and, my God, if you can actually get the image of a young football stud (Brett Roff’s his name and he’s got wing tattoos on his back, which makes him, as far as I’m concerned, a sex angel) who’s allowed only to put his hands on the shower head, please email me. “Punishment” is Huddle’s wank story. I don’t think I’ve seen competition done like this before, and at the hands of the most perverse coach to have ever walked a high school football field. If you like your stories hard and raw and sexy as hell, head straight to “Punishment.”

Tamsin Flowers’ narrative in “Lucky Mascot” reminded me at first of Bret Easton Ellis. This was the deal winner. There’s something, you know, a little Less Than Zero about it: a kid of some privilege; previous history with drug use; confident, but bored and wanting to be elsewhere, anywhere, than where he is—until he takes a walk and stumbles upon the superstar pitcher, who’s up too late for someone with a important game the next day. So, Jed, the narrator, and Dick (that’s right—Pitcher Dick Gunnison) negotiate a way to ease all nerves and get the potential MLB candidate off to dreamland. It’s glorious how quickly they move to the solution that ends in release and relaxation for them both.

I fell in love with Christopher Stoddard’s character Christian from “Football Head” around Page 1. I think that most of us who realized we were queer at a very young age can probably identify with Christian in some ways: He’s vulnerable, a little eager to please, desperate to be loved and accepted for who he is. I imagine him small—a little goth, a little punk rock—especially when compared to JT, the hotshot quarterback from Bridgeport Prep, who warms only to Christian when he’s had too many and his bedroom door is closed. I love this story and its darkness, its realness, the way it makes me feel for Christian now as a much old queer girl. I want to buy him a sundae, tell him “It gets better”—all the stuff you want to do for kids who get their hearts broken after being strong enough to put them out there to begin with.

So, this is Huddle. I love it like the fluffiest, best-behaved dog I’ve never owned, like the child I’ll never have, like the dripping-hot  steamfest that it is. Huddle is exactly what I wanted it to be, despite the narrow focus I hadn’t imagined. I would fight for it—that’s how much it means to me. But for you? I just want it to make you smile. Here’s to hoping.

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Coming Real Soon From GDP: Huddle: Sex With Sporty Queers

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I haven’t  been this excited about a queer anthology since Discontents: New Queer Writers, which was published in 1991 and edited by Dennis Cooper. Remember that one? Anyway, I don’t remember Discontents being stories exclusively about boys and men desiring, obsessing, and/or wanting to fuck other men—athletic men, usually big, butch, and burly men—and that’s what Huddle: Sex With Sporty Queers (Vol 1. Boys Varsity) is all about. But I do remember how striking and unforgettable each and every voice was in this Cooper anthology, and I’m proud to say that Huddle’s got tons of that. It’s amazing, and likely features some of your favorite authors, or writers who will soon become some your favorite authors: Dario Dalla Lasta,Benji Bright, Theophilia St. Claire, Tamsin Flowers, and Christopher Stoddard.

Huddle: Sex With Sporty Queers (Vol 1. Boys Varsity) will be available for purchase (almost) everywhere on August 5, 2013.

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