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As I stood in front of the mirror, trying on new outfits and striking one pose after another, I thought about the new school year, which was only days away. Two days, to be exact, and I was strangely looking forward to it. I puckered up and blew a kiss into the mirror, knowing that there was only one thing missing from this moment. I walked up to my CD rack and picked out The Wall by Pink Floyd. I knew it was a depressing CD for most, but to me, it seemed perfect. I was in one of those moods,
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Andrew Stout is tired of playing second fiddle to someone else. He’s in love, and he’s about to take a stand. But when the dust clears, will the chance he’s about to take pay off?
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Daryl Martin and Tommy Bach are a loving couple, but Daryl wants more. He wants the two of them to come out with as a gay couple, but Tommy isn't ready for that.
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Walking toward the lighted porch with a feeling a dread washing over me, I had my hand in my pocket, trying to extract the key that would open the door and bring the hell I knew was waiting for me on the other side. I was grounded. That was a given. It was more than three hours past my curfew, and in my house, that was certain death. I unlocked the door and entered as quietly as possible but the loud chirp of our alarm alerted anyone who hadn’t heard me come in to my presence. “Shit,” I wh
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“Do you really think this is a bright idea?” Andrew asked pensively as I reached out for the two square pieces of paper that Jarred was holding out for me to take. “Don’t worry, we’ve done this a bunch of times before,” I assured him. “It’s going to be fun; you’ll see.” “What do I do with it?” he asked, reaching out and taking his share from my boyfriend. “You just put it on your tongue and keep it there,” Kyle K told him. “It’ll start to disolve, and by the time it’s all gone, you won’
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One of the downsides of detailing cars for a living is the virtual destruction of my clothes. Tom Stevens owns a small used car lot, so there’s no company furnished coveralls or uniforms. I wanted to dress to impress on my first day, but I was smart enough to think ahead, too. That said, I wore a pair of not old, but older jeans and a collared shirt that I could tuck in, but that I didn't mind ruining with compound and Mother’s wax, not to mention all of the other soaps and chemicals that I’d
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“Hey, remember when Phillip wanted to be a pro wrestler?” Jarred blurted out, and everyone erupted in laughter while I blushed a little. “Shut up, dummy,” I said with a slight grin on my face. Looking back, I could see how it was kinda funny. I went through a phase where all I wanted to do was watch wrestling and wrestle people in the front yard. I even used contruction paper and permanent markers to make my own homemade championship belts. When everyone got tired of me clotheslining and elbo
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“Where have you been?” my dad asked as I walked through the front door. “Out looking for a new job,” I said with a shrug. I know it was dishonest, but what else could I say? “I tried reaching you on your cell but it went straight to voicemail,” he said. “Sorry, I forgot to turn it back on,” I told him. “I was applying at Farm Fresh and I got to talk to one of the managers today. I turned it off so it wouldn’t ring.” Wow, I was getting good at lying to my dad. Just then I heard my mom
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“Young lady, get back here right now!” my dad hollered, but my sister wasn’t listening. Instead, she stormed up the stairs to her room, where she slammed her door loudly. My dad just stood still and shook his head, obviously irritated but not at his boiling point yet. It’s kinda funny how people have a certain point where they can no longer contain their anger toward people and how they react. When it happens at home, my dad reacts by going into the back yard and chopping firewood. My mom reacts
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“Dad, do we have to listen to this?” I griped, reaching for his Ipod before he took a swipe at my hand. I let out a loud sigh and crossed my arms, irritated with the way my entire day had gone. “Phillip, being testy with me isn’t going to get your car out of the shop any sooner,” my dad lectured me. “I already said you can drive the Pontiac in the meanwhile.” “This sucks,” I muttered, prompting my dad to give me a long, pointed stare as we sat at the stoplight, waiting to make a left turn
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Philip's been to hell and back with his boyfriend, Jarred. Fights, affairs, harsh words and hurtful betrayals have been the norm. But Philip isn't ready to give up just yet. Can he find a happy ending after all?
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In 2006 my family went to California for a vacation. We had a lot of fun, and I got to see a lot of family, many of whom I hadn't seen since 1999. During the course of this visit, I made a lot of observations and relived a lot of memories, good and bad.
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The flight was packed, much to my dismay. Earlier in the evening, I was panicking about the cross country trip we were about to embark on, but understanding that I had no choice…..I had to get on the plane. My other option was to stay in California, the state where I was born. The state where I lived a good portion of my life, and had built so many memories that are ingrained in my mind to this very day. The dry heat in California was something I could never get enough of. I could lay out on
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Jarred Fedina's a high school sophomore who's got a problem....his boyfriend. Jarred's been thinking about leaving him for another guy for a while. Then, one day during a chance encounter, Jarred has an epiphany.
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The delicate touch of fingers running through my hair was enough to arouse me, as if I wasn't already to that point. Skin to skin contact was sending a chill through me that I could never measure. From the base of my neck to the tips of my toes, my whole body was begging for more of the physical contact that I was receiving. Moving to and fro, it was as if we had morphed into one being, formed at the very depths of ecstasy. I gently moved in for a lasting kiss, closing my eyes for a moment that
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"You've what?" my dad said, sitting back against the couch, looking at me incredulously. In response, all I could do was sigh and put my face in my hands so I could hide my face while I cried. "Jarred," my mom said softly, sounding shocked. "Please tell me it's not true." I looked up from my hands at her, then over at my dad, who looked shocked, then my shoulders slumped and I sighed. My head was throbbing and all I wanted to do was go back to bed. "I want to know who," my dad said with a for
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Okay, another definitely not what I wanted to hear. I could've sworn that he was doing the same thing with my mom in their bedroom. Now what? I had to come up with a plan, and quick. As I sat still, trying to process my thoughts and figure a way out of the corner I suddenly found myself backed into, I decided to throw caution to the wind and at least try to turn the tables. "So I'm not allowed to see Phillip anymore?" I asked accusingly. "Jarred, I didn't say that," he said defensively, his ex
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From the spot where Phillip and I were sitting with our crowd, I could see the lights that illuminated the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. It was truly one of the most brilliant sights I had seen in my life. The waves of the choppy Atlantic Ocean were visible under the bridge, even from where we were sitting almost ten miles away. A steady stream of headlights were slowly advancing in both directions, enhancing the breath taking view of the awesome structure that I had always been fascinated with.
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When I was little, it didn't take much to keep me amused. I was fascinated by the smallest nuances of life. Our Schwan driver, Al, used to let me climb on his truck while he found whatever it was my parent's had ordered from him. Sometimes there would be ice on the box as he pulled it out of the freezer, and he would flick it playfully at me. Other times, he would let me carry some of the stuff back to the house. As my mom was handing him the check, he would always offer to put the stuff in the
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The temperature in Andrew's house was low, making goose bumps appear all over my body as we lay still in his bed. His fingers ran gently over the length of my torso, starting at the base of my neck and gliding to my navel, where he drew an imaginary circle with his finger tips and made his way back up. For my part, I was enjoying the feel of his soft, stringy brown hair with my own fingers as I enjoyed the tickley feeling he was giving me. We had gotten as close as we ever had to actually going
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Following my parents rules about not having any sex was easier said than done.....especially when I was alone with Phillip. To tell the truth, I really did try. The problem was, I had to do something. I was desperate for release, and Phillip wasn't making things easy on me. Two days with no sex was hard to deal with, and the little things about my boyfriend were starting to stand out. His dark, curly hair was looking especially cute today, and so was the way he wore his clothes. When I watched
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In the past, whenever I was caught by my folks doing something wrong, I was able to come up with some sort of a plan to escape my punishment. One time, when I was 12, I set our plastic trash can on fire and it melted to the ground. My mom caught me red handed in the back yard trying desperately to put the fire out, and when I realized I was busted, I simply stood still and cried. I think I was really afraid of what I had done, but I also knew deep down that if I cried, I wouldn't get in trouble.
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One thing I look forward to more than anything on a Sunday morning is my sleep, which was why I was less than pleased when I heard a persistent knock at my door at eight in the morning. "Who is it," I asked, still have asleep and definitely annoyed. "Come on buddy, get up," I heard my dad say from the other side of my door. "It's Easter Sunday, and mom wants to go out for breakfast." Okay, this was not what I was planning on last night when I stayed up late in Phillip's back yard hitting the
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"You know what, Jarred," Phillip, my boy friend since the start of the school year said in a nasty tone. "I'm getting sick and tired of your crap. Why can't you treat me like I matter?" "God damn it, Phillip," I shouted back at him as we walked away from the 7-11 I had just walked out of with two Coke Slur-pees. "It's a fucking, Slur-pee, man. Why does everything I do have to symbolize something wrong in our relationship?" "Because you never think about me," he said, sounding like a whiney bit
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A mothers day poem for the woman in my life
