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As the clouds rolled through the gray sky with the swiftness of a fast running canal, bringing with them the chill of an October Monday morning, Mark’s thumb traced delicate circles over the back off my hand. I waited patiently for Justin to hit the joint and pass it my way while his brother worked on packing a bowl. It was excessive, to be sure, but we were on a mission to get blazed, and at eight in the morning on Columbus Day, we had nothing better to do. The three day weekend had been a
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“Tell me something,” he said, the warmth of his breath radiating off the end of my nose as I listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat with my right ear, which was parked on his chest. “What do you want me to tell you?” I asked softly, not sure how to reply. “Anything,” he said with a small shrug from underneath me. “Tell me something no one else knows about you.” I blushed deeply for a moment, contemplating my answer. I knew one thing no one else knew for sure, but I wasn’t sure it
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Riding in Mark’s car with my dad was the furthest thing from my mind when I rode to Justin’s on my bike, anxious to beat my dad there so I could see my boyfriend. Yet, somehow, I wound up in that very predicament, and I wasn’t being very cool about it. In fact, I was sure I was acting suspiciously, if anything, but my nerves were being tested. Mark seemed to be totally at ease, chatting freely with my dad about college plans and car parts. The auto part store wasn’t too far from Justin’s ho
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Riding my bike to Justin’s house at seven in the evening is no big deal. The entire trip takes me less than five minutes, and that’s only because I like to keep my route. I make one stop on the corner where the linking roads between our houses intersect, then I make one more right after I turn onto his street. But having a motivation to get there as fast as I could caused me to realize that I had no passengers to pick up, and that all the stops were empty. The weather was overcast, and it s
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If there was one thing about Justin’s brother that I could’ve pointed to as his best character trait, I would say it was his taste in friends. In fact, his taste in friends had a profound effect on me, in ways I could never have imagined. His magnetic personality made it easy for him to meet nice people, and Mark was no exception. It was Friday night, and I was spending the whole weekend at Justin’s house. Great America was in our plans, but it rained all weekend long, so we had to cancel o
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I was so excited. My dad had the hood up on his truck and he was underneath, draining the oil into a pan. He had actually asked me to help him, and I could hardly contain myself. “Do me a favor son,” he said as I stood by watching from the grass with my hands in my pockets. “Twist the oil cap off for me and set it on the napkin by the radiator.” I took my hands out of my pocket and approached the front end of his truck nervously at first. Soon I felt a wave of confidence take me over a
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I walked through the front door with my backpack in tow, determined to reveal the truth. I was scared, and I knew I had to do it right now, while I had her to myself. If I didn’t, there was no telling when he would stop. I went to my room and changed out of my school clothes, then I went to the bathroom and came back downstairs to the living room where I knew I could find her. I took a seat next to her and proceeded to tell her everything that was happening. It seemed like she couldn’t be bot
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Hillview Junior High School was nothing fancy. I might have walked in with a little bit of a chip on my shoulder, considering that I was supposed to go to La Loma Junior High School in Modesto, and not until the following year. Not Hillview. Not yet. So I might have purposely set the bar high in my mind when I already knew that there was no way I was going to let myself adapt and get comfortable at my new school. To tell the truth, though, I was overwhelmed. To leave the comfortable setting o
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As I surveyed the large assortment of candy bars on the rack in front of me, my mind wandered back to a time when I was alone with my dad in the grocery store. I had taken off on my own, looking for something, anything, to do that wasn’t associated with walking behind my dad and behaving while he pushed the cart around and read the list he had made before we left his apartment. He was still single at the time, and I was there for a weekend visit. I had made my way to the candy rack at the end
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“Don’t eat too fast, boys,” was the last thing Justin’s mom said to us before he and I tore up the sidewalk to the snack bar at the water park. We had been there roughly an hour when our stomachs started to rumble, and the smell of deep fried food was calling out to us. “Dude, let’s get french fries,” Justin said as we stood in line and watched as the people walking away from the counter carried large baskets of cheese fries, burgers, corn dogs and other assorted deep fried treats. Personally
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“Are you Sure?” I whispered as quietly as I could as I followed Justin down the hallway from his room to the kitchen. It was one in the morning and his parents and sister were asleep. “Shhh,” he admonished me with a mischievous grin on his face as he led the way to the kitchen. When we got there, he turned the light on and slowly pulled the drawer nearest to the sink open and pulled a thick cook book out, setting it carefully on the counter. I watched with a great deal of amusement as he stud
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The look on my mother’s face was stone as we sat in a room across from each other. The judge was about to take me into his chambers, and I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. My grandmother was holding my hand as I gulped and looked down when my mother and I finally made eye contact. I could tell she was holding a grudge against me, and I felt for a moment like perhaps I had done something wrong. No questions had been asked, no words spoken, but I knew this was serious. Ron had a very profe
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Through the years, there were certain defining characteristics about my dad that I had come to know. One of them was the cologne he’s always worn. For as long as I could remember, before he would leave the house, he gave himself a shot of Eternity. It was one of the most pleasing fragrances I knew of. Whenever he was getting low, we would drive to the mall so we could go to one of those fancy cologne counters at Macy’s. As I set my eyes on him for the first time in months, my nostrils pick
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My first few days in Pittsburg were confusing, hectic and scary to say the very least. Of course I was inundated by visits from family on the first day. On the second day, Jackie came by to see how I was doing, then she talked privately with my grandparents for several minutes. While they were talking, I slipped out the front door and ventured out to the edge of the yard for a moment, looking at the end of the block. I got to spend a week at my grandparent’s house one time when I was little,
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“Grandma, Grandpa!” I yelled as I ran up to them when they walked into the house, happy to finally see a pair of familiar faces. Up until that moment I had no idea how starved I was for the touch of someone I loved and who loved me. When they wrapped their arms around me and hugged me it was like taking my vitamins. Something as trivial as a hug brought me so much comfort in that instant that I almost forgot about my troubles. My grandparents had worked their whole lives to care for all fiv
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When I was six my mom bought me a cat, and I loved it to death. Unfortunately for both the cat and myself, I had no idea what I was doing when it came to caring for it. Cat’s are such temper mental creatures that it’s almost always a mistake to buy one for a kid to have as a first pet. I clearly remember the day we brought him home. He was almost full grown, a Siamese, and I called him Bandit. The dark shades of color around his eyes reminded me of a train robber from the nineteenth century, thu
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"Kevin?" I heard a worried voice say, snapping me out of my slumber. "What are you doing here at this time of night?" I looked up at the man who had been so good to me, and as tears ran down my face, my voice failed me and a million thoughts ran through my head. How could I tell him? What was he going to think? Even worse, would he send me back? Just thinking about going back when I had made it this far, for this long, was too much. I’d rather be dead. *****************************
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Kevin has always had turbulence in his life, but things when suddenly go from bad to worse and he has no where to turn, he sets off to return to the one place where he was able to build good memories in his young life.
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A poem about my boyfriend
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At this moment My life is complete For the love I have You don’t have to compete. My eyes might wander But I always stay true I could never imagine My life without you You are my whole life You live in my heart I’d never let anything Break us apart We’re okay now We bicker no longer Those fights didn’t kill us They made our bond stronger God’s love sees us through Our faith makes keeps us whole We grow in his word He blesses our souls I
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My dedication to the contributors of the Gay Authors Spring Anthology
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The day of silence has come and gone But there’s lot’s of great stories To carry on A ton of great reading and talent on display Viv, RHawes and Camy They owned the day The best three entries It’s not even close So I’m giving them props For the stories they wrote We all worked our hardest To write a good tale I loved every story Nobody failed But I have to give credit Wherever it’s due These three cats Took us all to school The future l
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The silence that filled the house was eerie. One glance to my right, over at the glowing red LED display on my nightstand, told me that a new calendar day was upon us, but it was of little consolation to me. My mind was racing back, trying to reconcile what happened and how we would move forward. Sleep would have been a friend to me, but I couldn’t get it this night. To the left of me was my wife, who had somehow managed to settle into a comfortable slumber. Oh how I envied her. The fact
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