Saltydog is possibly a very dangerous book… so dangerous in its theme, that Amazon has made it very difficult to find, though it is there. In fact, I will give you the link to Saltydog so if you are interested, just click the hot link.

Saltydog is so daring, that my partner said either publish it under a pseudonym or his very curious family will find out about it and have a fit! So I acceded to his request, but I regret doing so. Maybe it’s a generational thing, but it took a lot of courage to tackle the “shadowlands” of Saltydog and after initial reviews came out, I was sorry I did not publish it under my own name. (Yes, it is true. Budd Connor and Phil Polizatto are one and the same.) Nevertheless, be forewarned that this is not your typical gay erotic novel. Not by a long shot! 

Saltydog is a novel that visits the unspeakable “shadowlands” we create to satisfy a psychological need. It is tale of self delusion and the obsessive nature of fantasy; awash with mystery, humor, surprises, and torrid, sometimes scorching, sexual phantasms. Like a narcotic drug, these fantasies can hold a person’s life hostage, exacting a ransom from everyone they love. Is it dangerous to dabble in fantasies so taboo no one would ever admit having them? Is it necessary to recognize the demons within us? Is it healthy to keep them locked up? Saltydog provides no answers, but does ask the questions … questions that only a fearless reader will try to answer.


Saltydog: A Review by A. J. Weiss, CNN Political Analyst

Saltydog is so hot I had to read it with my white gloves on, lest I reach for the lube. This author has a distinct knack for writing steamy prose, not because he uses dirty words much but because he has the writing equivalent of the slow hand, languorously stroking the reader’s mind, offering just so much and letting him complete the act in his mind, which is of course the secret of good pornography, as well as good writing.

Connor obviously had artistic ambitions, to write a serious novel with psychological shading, moral ambiguities and a very cutting life lesson. However, though about half of Saltydog is devoted to epistolary descriptions/transcriptions of cam sessions, hot chat and sexy emails, these “hot parts” serve to advance the aforementioned purposes.

So what are we to think of a novel, which centers on sexting, whose main characters do a lot of sexting, and whose sexting is included in the text? Well, it’s certainly not obscene, given the common definition of obscenity as having to meet the test of being without “redeeming” social value. On the other hand, there’s a naked man on the front cover and blurbs about how sexy it is on the back cover, so it would be disingenuous of the author to deny that one of his goals was to write a sexy book that would sell. But what’s wrong with that?

One of the overriding themes of the book is that we should all live more openly and more in touch with our bodies, and that that is a healthy thing. Another theme asks the question of whether delving into the “shadowlands” of sexuality invites the possibility of obsession and fetishization. Those are good, salubrious themes much in need of an airing out. I’m inclined to think that the porno aspect of Saltydog is necessary to its purpose, and if some people buy the book because they want to read the “good parts,” so what?

But I don’t think there will be too many of those, because one of Connor’s characteristics as a writer is that he’s written a page-turner. His writing is Sheherazade- like in always impelling the reader on to find out what’s going to happen next. And he’s a good mystery writer too!

Poor Saltydog! The closet in which Connor imprisons him is going to stifle him — he’ll be back down by the docks sooner or later, and maybe get caught and lose family and position. Matt, on the other hand, who when one meets him is not very likeable, has been on a journey to freedom, to being here now. I’d like to think that his refound lust for Ryle will survive for a long time after the journey to Key West. But then I am ever the optimist.

I loved the book!

Here are a few more reviews that adorn the back cover!

“On a smut scale from one to 10, this book is a 20, and yet…” – Ryle Hogan 

“I was so offended by this book, I couldn’t put it down!” – Tim DiMarco 

“If only Mr. Connor had substituted blood, gore, and violence for the discomfiting sex, he would have here an important book. As it is, I consider Mr. Connor’s work pornography for the intellectual and a field day for psychologists.” – Rhys Barrett, PsyD 

“Budd Connor is the master of seduction. Gay erotica never had it so good!” – Lee Balan, author and visual artist.

I even had to create an alter ego for my pseudonym! Budd Conner has his own Facebook page! Here is his back story: 

Bedlam “Budd” Connor was born and raised in the eastern foothills of the Appalachians. Though not antisocial, he always preferred the solitude of forests to the babble of people. In his late teens, Budd moved to Central Oregon and after earning his GED and AA from a community college, attended Oregon State University. There he studied Forestry, and after graduation, took a job with the Forest Service as a fire lookout, isolated for weeks at a time with little to no human interaction. This suited his reclusive nature perfectly. It gave him time to let his imagination go wild, which it did. He put those imaginings into this book, his first novel, Saltydog, which he knows may stir up controversial reactions, but doesn’t quite give a damn. When he is not atop a lookout station on the eastern slopes of the Cascades, he lives a quiet life near Bend, Oregon.

Not bad, eh? Only problem is I began having trouble differentiating Phil from Budd. Budd became so real to me I think I am him and he thinks he is me. In other words, I’m a schizophrenic and so am I!

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See what happens when you start creating characters you live with for years at a time!