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*burp*Thanks. Got an antacid?

Nice writing. Grim.

Thanks, Aditus. This story went totally off the rails from where I'd intended, but I decided to let it take me where it wanted to go.

Thank you. I borrowed a muse. Maybe I'll get one of my own.

Mine is up. All the formatting had been removed, but it's fixed now. Fairview www.gayauthors.org/story/rustle/HalloweenHorrorTheme2013/-cemetery/1

Beyond the veil is more than memory.

Fidelity is as relevant today as any other facet of human existence, or flavor of relationship. And can still be the center of moving literature.

lookin forward to it

OK, a little help here, please? How do I post the links, step by step?

Walk on the Wild Side has been called the greatest song, ever. I can't think of any better. It's hard to think of any more influential musician in the 20th century.

what he said

Fairview "Wow! I’ve never seen this before.” That was me. “What?” James wandered over to look at what I was pointing at. “See this painted stone here? ‘Stage Coach Driver’ and a single date from 1867” “I’ve never seen a painted rock used for a headstone before, Casey. I guess they didn’t think enough of him to pay for a real marker, huh?” James and I walked around a little more, and found the section we’d read about in school, five years ago. The babies were buried here – the ones stillborn

lookin' forward to it

There's an FAQ?

Cia, you make a good point regarding the standards at GA. Based on what I've seen posted, I'd say the standards are rather permissive. I doubt I'd appreciate anything raunchy enough to not make the cut. I don't believe subject matter is tailored by site staff to present any one group in any certain light, either. I hope it never is.

Mine sometimes act on their own accord, and have witnesses. My mouth, too.

I believe Ron was asking, Is it acceptable to censor in order for gays to be seen in a better light, and to be more acceptable to society at large? Whether that censorship comes from without or within is immaterial. To deny the dark underbelly is foolish. To not write about it for fear of others' reactions is a personal decision, but if there is a strong story to be told, with more to it than titillation, to not tell it for fear of reaction toward all gays may be an act of cowardice. If gays are to be accepted into the mainstream, they must be accepted, warts and all, and the realization must come about that the only thing all homosexuals have in common is same-sex attraction. We (gays) are a rainbow within our own subset. Some of the colors in that rainbow may not be pretty. Publishing outlets and web sites and coffee shops on the corner all have the right to choose which subject matter they permit or don't permit, for whatever reason. To deny them that right is to limit THEIR self-expression. A strong trend has emerged, to portray same-sex relationships as more than a casual hook-up. GA is full of such stories. Nifty, often reviled, has seen many more of them than in the past. This reflects the reality and fosters the hope of LGBTs living a life within the mainstream. No, 2 guys cannot ever have their own biological child, emerged from a birth canal neither of them have. But they can raise a child, however it came into their lives. They can have pets, and successful careers, and take vacations to Disneyland, and kiss one another on Main Street in broad daylight. This is a change I welcome, but it's not the only reality, and may not be the most fertile ground in which to plant the seeds of a story.

student: can I borrow a pencil teacher: I don't know, CAN you? student: yes, also colloquial irregularities occur frequently in any language, and since you and the rest of our present company understood my intended meaning, being particular about the distinctions between "can" and "may" is purely pedantic and arguably pretentious

I shouldn't be surprised by this, but the timing is spot on. http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/headlines/2012/10/superstorm-sandy-unearths-bones-caskets/ It reads like a scene from Poltergeist.

Or to truly be yourself, and the devil take the consequences. I'll miss being connected, almost as much as I miss being free.

I've known all my life that privacy was an illusion, and so far, I've been able to live with that. I've learned to tune out ads, once I know their placement on the page. I've even learned to look for the added browser and default search engine agreement to opt out of. Most of the time. But it's getting tougher, and the clear space on the window has shrunken. I can foresee a tipping point, at which time, my digital life may come to an untimely end, cable will be cut, cell phone silenced. I'm going camping next weekend.

Happy Birthday, Chris! I raise my glass to you, and now that you're old enough to do the same, congratulations! I wish you a great year.

Happy Birthday, Kitt! I hope it's a great one!

Welcome to the ward, onezen.

All the best, Phoenix.