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Hey! It's nice to see you here! Congratulations! Welcome to GA, Gabriel! Hugs, Viv

I have the same birthday as Lily... I finally like Kathleen. Almost done! I'd finish now, but I'm asleep already... Tomorrow. Hugs, Viv PS... Someone do me a favor and tell the sunshine to chill a little... over 100 degrees for too many days than I can count now. :wacko: PS2... (Not the gaming system, but another addition) 9 days until I have my angel next to me

WOW! Thank you everyone! I had a nice day, besides the 111 degree weather! Hugs, Viv PS... Other Steve... I LIKE IT!

It's a big deal... giving ten years of your life to help build a community, to offer some sort of understanding to thousands of people who just need someone to tell them it's okay, they're okay, to share your heart and soul if it'll just help one person. It's more than a job, more than a hobby, more than some way to work through your own stuff or slay your own demons. Anyone who writes absolutely understands the amount of yourself you have to pour into your work, and it's amazing, and exhausting, and rewarding, and terrifying, and comes with an immense amount of responsiblity. I rememeber a thread here a while back that asked us all 'How did you find GA?' and so many people, including myself, said that it was Comicality and his stories that brought them here. I know he's an elusive kind of guy, and that no human being on this planet would have enough time to answer the amount of email the man gets, but for ten years now, he's been holding our hands, and listening to us, and giving pieces of himself to us, encouraging us to grow and be who we are, and to help others be who they are, too. So, put your C's on and celebrate with us! Thanks Com... for everything. Thanks isn't enough if you ask me, but I also know that you'd never ask for anything more. You have a lifelong friend in me, but you already know that. Happy Anniversary! Love you babe! Viv

I could definitely organize if it's Anaheim! And I'd definitely be there

Umm... can we get back to Steve's penis being all kinds of things except cute? That is all

I believe you shot a guy's balls off for calling it cute... Just trying to aid in the spreading of the idea that anyone EVER doing that would be dangerous to their health Viv

So Rich wanted to take the kids to see Kung-Fu Panda. We all pile in the car, he whines that I'm driving with his usual, "Whoa, whoa, whoa... I'll drive," and I just giggle cause I'm already getting in the car and he's too late. Mwahahahahaha! We drive to The Block, and since it's Friday night... there's officially zero parking in this GINORMOUS place which leads to me faithfully driving up and down every aisle looking for an empty space we can occupy and getitng frustrated TWICE by some motorcycle rider who takes up a whole space by himself while Rich grumbles about how they are almost forcing people into valet parking by sectioning off half the parking lot for that. Anyway, at some point I wise up and find some people who are leaving and go into stalker mode as I inch my car along behind them as they walk to theirs so I can take their soon-to-be-evicted parking space. I've got my turn signal on, and by this time the ladies we're stalking have figured out what we're doing and then I see it... another car coming the other direction and they also want the spot and put their turn signal on. It was like a showdown! I even heard the eerie music that always plays as you stare each other down. Well, the ladies get in their car and start to back out and have seen what's happening so they even back out and then stop in front of the other car to let me pull inot the space since I was there first and Rich is yelling at me, "GO! GO!" and then the other car pulls around the first car and halfway into the space as I'm going to pull in. Rich about had a coronary, and the kids are yelling, and I'm irritated, but I just drive away as Rich is flipping these other people off and I'm grabbing his hand like STOP THAT! Just cause they are assholes doesn't mean we need to be. So we drive around about three or four more minutes till I see someone backing out and we FINALLY park. Now, obviously these other people were TOTAL JERKS, and Rich is MAD and he's saying things that are beyond irrational and would never even consider doing as people do when they are upset... Anyway, there were a couple great lines in the movie.... 'There are no mistakes' 'Wanna get something to eat?' Nighty! Viv PS. I got a few messages abotu how come UTBOS - Part 6 wasn't in the anthology that was just released... The answer is that the theme didn't fit the story. Hopefully I'll have it done soon and thanks for being patient with me.

HEY!!! I can totally iron! I even sewed (poorly) the pocket of your sweatshirt! And stop telling my bedtime secrets! Viv

**WAIT**!! Steve was on the dance floor?! HOLY HELL how did that happen?! Joey has a GREAT ass, he just wears large pants? Besides, Mason likes it, just ask him... I'm sorry I missed the chance to come and meet you since I've heard so many great things about you. I suppose the good news there is that we live rather close to one another and Steve said you were cool, too, so I'm sure someday you'll magically show up in the store I work at, if you haven't already, or we'll kidnap you along on one of our waiter scouting adventures. Hugs, Viv

Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, 'I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed.' She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning. She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger, and put the telephone book into the drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket, and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse. Mom then washed her face, put on her age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails. Dad called out, 'I thought you were going to bed.' 'I'm on my way,' she said. She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and TV's, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework. In her own room, she set the alarm, laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals. About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular, 'I'm going to bed.' And he did...without another thought. Night everyone! Viv

Again, I'm not sure why this is a gay/straight issue. It seems there are plenty of people of both sexualities who are judgemental, ignorant people... I know not every straight person out there is an open-minded, accepting, well-adjusted human being, but there are plenty of us out there, and further, I would venture to say that there are plenty of gay people who are just as closed-minded and judgemental. **Shrug** Viv

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So, I'm not gay, or even bi, but this is a discussion forum so what the hell, right? I'd like to point out that ANY group of people who have similar issues or features or prejudices will bond and find a common ground and understanding about how they feel. Maybe you're far beyond average intelligence, maybe you have a HUGE... body part of some sort or another, maybe you only have one arm, maybe your ethnicity is in the minority where you live, maybe you're a woman that works with all men and trying to get beyond the stigma of being a coffee maker. If you put ANY group of people together like that who are experiencing the same thing, good or bad, they will find common ground and 'bond' and perhaps find a sense of 'community'. That said, it's not just 'gays' in bars that are shallow and assholes. It's all types of crappy people who feel the need to push someone else down while pushing themselves up. When you care more about what other people think about you and fitting in with everyone, or worse, climbing to the top of that popularity chain, than you do about what YOU think of you... that's when you end up with shallow assholes... or, you know, naive, ignorant co-habitants of this planet that I can't make any excuse for. It's NEVER okay to hurt someone else to feel better about yourself, and in fact, it's almost never okay to hurt someone else AT ALL. It's the uniqueness in us all that makes us special and people tend to throw that away to fit in and be accepted instead of embracing it and being themselves regardless of what other people will think. Now then, I know I'm not gay, but I can tell you what I like most about having gay friends We can talk about boys We can look at boys together When they say, "Let's go shopping!" I can say yes because we won't be shopping in a woman's clothing store and I HATE shopping for myself! I can snuggle them and Rich doesn't get wiggly about it We can make ridiculously obvious euphamisms and laugh about them We can use those ridiculous euphamisms to embarass Rich and make him wiggly in a different kind of way Mostly though, I love that I'm 'safe' to talk to cause I'm not a guy. Yeah so, I guess my list doesn't leave room for gay woman, does it? Well I have a few female gay friends, too. What do I love about them? They're strong people who do for themselves and I like that. It's odd, but at least from men who think being gay is wrong, these girls slip under that radar because most men think it's hot so it can't be wrong, and I love that someday that thought will challenge the fundamental thought that being gay is wrong. Hugs, Viv

... how many questions he can come up with in a day. And sometimes they're random, and sometimes observant. Sometimes inquisitive and curious, and sometimes silly and sometimes asked with the intention of annoying me, but no matter the type or the cause, it seems he has an endless supply. Some of the more recent have been... Q: Why do chips come in a bag? A: To keep them fresh. Q: How do you make water? A: Uhh, I don't. Q: How is your beautiful-ness? A: My beautiful-ness? Q: What happens if I squeeze this ball inside here? A: It will hurt, now go put your pajamas on, please. Q: How come it's raining? A: I guess the clouds got too heavy carrying all that water around. Q: Which one is our car? A: Cause you forgot which one ours was in the few hours since I dropped you off at school? Q: Why is it called a jaw breaker? A: Because the candy is really hard and if you try and chew it, you could break your jaw... I love that he wants to know EVERYTHING... how things work, why things are the way they are, what will happen if. I wonder if, as he gets older, if the questsions will become more complicated, or just stop since he'll know the ways to find the answers himself. So, Mother's Day came and went, and one of the most entertaining parts, for me anyway, was that my son made a plan... written directions with illustrations to follow. He clearly got his dad's artistic ability... since I have none. The book Billy sent me arrived today! I read a little already, and it reminds me very much of something he wrote... should be an interesting read... thanks, Billy! If anyone is interested in reading along with us, the book is called Fall on your Knees, by Ann-Marie Macdonald. I went and saw Steve earlier today... it's FREAKING RAINING!!! at the end of May... in California! My flip-flops got wet, we Jamba'd, and I made sad faces at him since he's broken and won't let me fix him. Plus side... totally didn't get lost going there or coming back... and getting to snuggle him Rich is whining cause we're waiting to go see Indiana Jones on Saturday with Steve and he wants to go toniiiiiiiiiiiiiight! I told him repeatedly he could go with his friends tonight, but he's refusing... and to me that means he isn't allowed to whine since he chose it. So, I ended up in a store today looking for a present for someone, and looking like a complete girl and walking out again. It's gonna have to wait until I can consult someone with a penis... that's all there is to it. Hugs, Viv

I absolutely agree, which is why there are some stories that you can connect with, and others that, while the writing might be good, or the plot creative and well thought out, but you'll never FEEL it. I'm sure you'll do just fine... I know you have it in you Hugs, Viv

I just read a story the other day that started like your one about the cop... cept he ended up being the guy's boyfriend and they were role-playing... something about a guy in uniform with handcuffs or something, but in the end, he made him keep the ticket... Umm, Joey... I'm gonna miss seeing you in a few weeks Send me some hugs home with Steve, kay? Love ya, Viv

Sounds like the right person is the one who will stop to notice you, fragile, craked, and leaking emotions, and then you'll know because you'll be absolutely perfect just as you are... just Jamie. It's hard to feel like needing someone or attention from people, or a certain person, is unnecessary. I go both ways on that... being loved by someone else for exactly the person you are is... amazing, but loving yourself for exactly who you are is something that isn't real easy to achieve, but it's a hell of a lot more valuable. Hang in there, cause tomorrow is another day, and another chance, and another smile, and another day to be exactly who you are and one of these days, that right person is going to come along and think you're perfect... ::kisses:: Viv

Duuuuuuuuuuncaaaaaaaaaaan~ The switch from first to third person was a bit... odd for me, not bad, just... odd. Not the 'usual' Duncan I am used to reading anyway. One of the things I love most about EW and the way you write is your ability to get the emotion to the surface and let us, the readers, connect with it. That was probably my favorite aspect of your writing and of reading EW, but I totally understand that you can't tell someone else's story in the first person. Once I switched to third person myself, I fell in love with it. I may never go back. That said, this was a fantastic start to, what I suspect, won't let me down at all as one hell of a story. I want to know what's in Luc's head, what Matt is hiding, an see Josh and Scott heal, grow, help each other become the men they are supposed to be. I suspect there will be a lot of Luc, Scott, and Josh holding each other up as well. Congratulations! Hugs, Vivian

Happy Birthday! Hope you have a great birthday and a fantastic year... lots of new things happening to look forward to! Oh, and cake... it's not a birthday without cake, so you gotta have some, okay? Hugs, Viv

It's about f**king time... I was just thinking 'when was the last time something happened that actually made me feel like this is going to be a progressive step forward and that I don't feel let down by the government?' Can't even remember, but this is a great start... Congratulations seems... a weird word for finally being given the right to do something that you have always deserved, should always have had, that I STILL can't believe anyone thought should be taken from anyone. Anyway... CONGRATULATIONS!!! Hugs, Vivian

Happy Birthday, Graeme! Wishing you a wonderful day and a fantastic year full of smiles and dreams come true Hugs, Viv

Alright, I suppose it's time for such a blog... After all, the running jokes are 'It's always about size with you guys' and 'I thought you said it was a good size'. Rich and I were just driving home and this commercial came on the radio that started out... "Does size matter? OF COURSE IT DOES!!! I lived with four girls in college and listened to them talking about men and their experiences, so I know, IT DOES MATTER! But it's not length they want, it's width and thickness, and now you can have that with new SCIENCE SHATTERING *name of drug here*" UGH! Can I just say... SO many things to say here... First of all... in case you all don't know, though I'm sure you do since you have your very own... dicks are cylindrical... or round... so wider and thicker means THE EXACT SAME THING!!! And... who is this guy to think he can go around SHATTERING science after hundreds of years of unmedicated penises... peni? And sheesh... if he's so great with SHATTERING science... please, use it for something that affects people in a way that I can support, like the cure for cancer, or HIV, or something. Also, stop making men who are perfectly equipped feel self concious about their bodies so that you can sell them some drug they don't need to screw up their bodies while you're already f**king with their minds... and as my angel pointed out... if you're a gay man, you have two orafices, orafi? that you can use to satisfy this penis... and at some point, enough is enough... and as a girl, I can tell you that we aren't bottomless pits so enough is DEFINITELY enough. Nuff said. So, I got SO MANY comments from you guys about the thing Tony wrote that I posted last blog, and first of all, thank you. I posted it so that maybe some people would understand a little more about me and what I find important in people and in life, and also to remember that life is short, and it's what you make it... That said, Tony and I had a conversation afterward that I thought I'd share with you since I mentioned that reading his version was pretty weird for me since I was there. Viv: psst... Tony: ? Viv: thanks for that Tony: oh, no problem Viv: it's pretty... interesting? reading what you remember when i was there Tony: yeah, ill be the first to tell you my memory isn

So, the following is something that is intimately personal. Tony, my baby brother who isn't such a baby anymore at 21, wrote this for a writing class in college and I asked him if I could post it here because it was so special and means a lot to me. It's interesting reading his version of what happened when I was there living it too, and how much his memories are only a tiny sliver of everything that was actually happening. I'm glad I could protect him from remembering those things, cause trust me when I tell you, they weigh a lot, but I'm carrying his weight too, as it should be. What Family Really Means My sister, Vivian, has been many things in my life. She has been my sibling, my guardian, and my guidance. She took on the roles of sister, mother, and mentor without complaint or protest. I should have expected as much considering the type of person Vivian is. Throughout my life, my definition of family has always been variable. It changed over and over again as I got older and I would not be surprised if it continued to transform. We begin this story as a child. When I was five years old, my parents separated. My mother decided, for whatever reason, she didn