Jeff Mann, the award-winning author, teacher, and self-proclaimed “hillbilly homo” of Appalachia, is a lifelong bringer of magic. Born in 1959 in the mill town of Covington, VA, Mann grew up with a reverence for nature that only increased when his family moved to the smaller town of Hinton, WV eight years later.
Jeff grew up intellectually encouraged by his father and emotionally nourished by his mother and grandmother, and with a younger sister whom he still adores. His family of rigorously curious liberals stood out from their “pit bull Southern Baptist” neighbors, shielding young Jeff from the most intolerant of his neighbors’ beliefs. Jeff sees this insulation as the reason he was able to discover Paganism, Wicca, and the occult at a young age, all of which fit excellently with his love of nature. Jeff’s connection to the natural world also led him to write his first poem, “Crocus Under Concrete,” in the seventh grade. He’s been writing poetry ever since.
In 10th grade, Jeff’s deep reverence for nature led him to the Ecology Club, which was run by a lesbian teacher and included other queer kids. In a dangerous move for their conservative town, his teacher lent him a copy of The Front Runner, a novel by Patricia Nell Warren, which helped Jeff put a name to his attraction to other men. Jeff’s lifelong friendships with the lesbian women he met there kept him safe and protected, and he even wrote some of his friends into his later fiction.
In 1977, as one of the valedictorians of his graduating class, Jeff got a full scholarship to West Virginia University, where his lesbian friends from high school had matriculated (and scoped out the local gay bar) a year earlier. Studying in the forestry department stoked Jeff’s love for nature, as well as an unrequited crush on a forestry classmate. Over winter break in 1978 on a visit home, Jeff’s mom discovered some of his gay newsletters, and while she was initially shocked, she “recovered fairly well.” When she told Jeff’s father, he seemed “shocked out of his mind,” but his liberal values held firm. He stood in defense of his son, even writing an op-ed for gay rights in the Charleston Gazette that made Jeff (as he jokes) “the official homosexual of the state of West Virginia.”
He returned to WVU to get a Master’s in English in the early ‘80s, and his thesis was a book of gay love poems. After graduating, Jeff sought out the vibrant metropolitan gay life that he’d read about. In 1985, he got a job teaching writing at George Washington University in DC. While the freedom to escape the closet was liberating, he found himself crushed by homesickness for Appalachia and returned to the region after one semester. In 1989, he moved to Blacksburg VA to teach at Virginia Tech, where he teaches creative writing and publishes poetry to this day, a self-appointed ambassador for “hillbilly” culture to his suburban students.
In the summer of 1997, Jeff got some computer help from a graduate student on campus, John, and one thing led to another. They married on the Winter Solstice in 2014, the year Virginia legalized same-sex marriage. Jeff also met a linguist on campus who encouraged him to learn more about Celtic and Norse mythology in the early 2000s. His spirituality evolved from Wicca into Norse Paganism, which he sees as protective and accepting, in defiance of those white supremacists who typically try to claim Norse Paganism, racists who he says “can kiss [his] homo ass.” Jeff has won two Lambda Literary Awards and four National Leather Association-International literary awards and was inducted into the Saints and Sinners Literary Festival Hall of Fame in 2013. He and John write, read, cook, expand their horizons, and watch RuPaul’s Drag Race in Pulaski VA.

