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I know right, the switching of tenses are crazy! The only clear present tense format that I used was in chapter 5. Anyway, will re-edit it for sure. But glad to appreciate the feedback! Haha! I really need an editor. Haha I want to ask frost but she might curse me for my story for being out of whack. But I assure you, the succeeding chapters are worth it. Okay, back to the drawing board. Really love this review. lol.

Oh my... Sam Eliot's voice is spine shuddering, bone tingling and earth shattering... And Jet Li's... nice pick. But I'm stil with Goran Viisnjic... dreamy.

Yeah, will be putting it up in one of the story sequence. Haha. But I will change it for the sake of fiction...not that much but, yeah...

Well, once is enough, twice is too much and thrice is overkill. That is my mantra in partners who cheats I've been cheated three times and It's not the best feeling. I have never cheated in my life, and I think monogamy had always been rooted in my system to be faithful despite disconcerting odds. I have forgiven one out of the three guys that has cheated on me. But I always say to those who leaned towards infidelity... "You will beg to come back, the moment I have already lacked the sense to care anymore as to what is happening in your life...in other words, I have moved on." To which they did beg for forgiveness eventually, but it was too late - too late the hero or the ship has sailed. The thing with cheating; people cheat for a reason. Either for sex, emotional fillers or an escape for the troubles that face the relationship. If the person is cheating due to sex, that could always be fixed. If the person is cheating because he wants to fill a certain void, then that could be settled by a therapist or a plain heart to heart communication that involves compromise on both parties....but if the person is cheating because he feels stuck in the relationship, then better think again because I think you may have just been dumped in the process. He just did not have the decency to end the relationship because he/she is a coward. My professor in individual psychology once said that, infidels commit to a way of life of finding different partners because they are finding loopholes in a relationship for them to do so. If not, then one would not search for what he/she could find within the brackets of the relationship. Why fix what isn't broken, so in cheating terms..why seek something more when everything is already there, in front of you, being with you. It's a simple logic to analyze why cheaters cheat, it's either, "Is he cheating because I cannot provide what he needed, that I could give, if only he had told me?" or, "Is he cheating because he feels that he is emotionally spent on the relationship?" or probably, "Is he cheating because he is emotionally dependent on me and I am independent of him?" Because these types of cheaters are the psychological cheaters who think rationally of the reason why they commit infidelity. These types could either be mended or fixed to a certain degree, because their rationality for commiting such a deed depends on the case or situation of the relationship, if either they need to suffice a certain need or fill a void that temporarily, the other partner cannot. As for those serial cheaters who cheat for the sake of bravado, something rooted in their system that their manliness is what gives them the right to cheat, that power associated with being the alpha in the relationship, these types are the dangerous ones. Because they are the reasons why many women and men, end up in loveless relationships. Just because even if the partner psycho-analyzes herself/himself as to why the other partner cheats, he/she could never find a reason...it is simply because the cheating partner can and wants to and therefore, does cheat along the way. And as Spiderman has said, "With great power comes great responsibility..." If you are in a relationship, it is your responsibility to nurture and uphold that power, the power you have over someone who loves you. And if you abuse it....we all know what happens to people who are constantly abused on a daily basis - they crack eventually and if you are the one who is cheating...better run, because you may never know if your partner has had enough of your ways and decides to hack your weener to feed to the fishies. Just a thought.

I suggest you name Tyler's daughter's as Spye.... in which in latin is Blue Sky. I'll think of something later.

You should have read further, because you would know that the character is elucidating on his knowledge about the fashion industry, and his relationship about his background in the fashion world.You would expect a writer who writes about endangered animal species to be a complete geek, yet the character tells the story, he gives the audience a glimpse of his knowledge in the fashion industry. This is me stating the possibility of "What if" in this scenario.What if I would expect a scientist who writes articles in National Geographic Channel to have no knowledge whatsoever about directing an award winning blockbuster film? And the rebuttal is, not unless his father is an award oscar winning director.I know for a fact that this chapter would leave you a lot of questions, in which for me as its author, would give out the answers somewhere along the way...in which I have already given along the next chapter.I have written the first few 6 chapters of this story, I have published it 2 days ago and unpublished it because a friend of mine commented that long paragraphs are scary. So I edited this chapter, and is editing, most of the succeeding chapters.And as for the pity poor me notion, the second chapter revels on that question about his pessimism about how he hates the industry, yet he buys it. Much like how he hates his "Fashion background" yet is affected with it in an unconscious basis.If the stories' humor does not relate to your own, then I guess it is not your cup of tea.

I used to call an ex of mine, Alexandra or Alexa because his name is Alexander. Not that he is effeminate, but actually the opposite of it that's why to make him gay-friendly I coined him the feminine term of his name. He calls me Jackie (Jake with a y) because my name is Jake. When he's upset he calls me Dear... when I'm upset I call him, Mister followed by his surname. When I'm really pissed off I call him, Dickhead and he calls me Smartass. Yeah, we used to love our term of endearments. I love calling my exes on their feminine names... the other one Jeehjeeh (Jack), Natalie (Nathan), and Olivia (Oliver. It's not like they'd be upset with it, or else I'd kick their asses for complaining because I'm being sweet.

It depends, when I am editing what I am writing I tend to discard the music from my background and just focus. But music really helps me in creating the tone and the mood for the flow of my stories. I have been addicted to Sara Barreiles songs lately, her songs...Uncharted, Breathe Again, Hold my heart have been such inspiration to me. Also Snow Patrol's You give me strength, Shane Mack songs, and the oldies from 50's, 60's and 70's. Almost forgot Ingrid Michaelson and Imogen Heap.

I wrote the first chapter a year and a half ago, and I spent three months writing the first three chapters while editing it on a daily basis that made me tired and dreary to actually continue it. A friend of mine told me that I should try to finish it; and that i what I am doing now. The first five chapters have been published thankfully so far, and I am currently working its way to finish the rest (hopefully before another millenia arrives). I just want to hear some feedbacks since this is the first time that I have ever released any of my works. Any violent reaction, clarifications, negative feedbacks or a simple screw you would be highly regarded as an opinion that matters. Here is a link to my novel: What about Kismet? Hope to hear from anyone who enjoys a simple romantic/drama-comedy fiction gay themed love story. Every information you needed to know what the novel is all about is written on my stories' link. Thanks, and hoping to hear from you guys. I shall edit this page whenever I have released, finished, and published another chapter.

Sexytime, Rear Entrance, Doing the Nasty, The light at the end of the tunnel, The Bareback Mountains, Get your Freak On!, Ass-incerator, Lollapalooza, Hung-Ten, The Mormon Unicode, Wanna do some yoddeling?, Rear me baby one more time... What can I say, my ex has a few interesting words on his vocabulary for some codes in case he wants to get his freak on. haha.

I am trying to insert this part of my life's embarassing moments as a part of my novel, but this is what really happened. I had a date once with a guy I was seeing for three months back then. He was busy with work and I was busy with my university studies therefore, we only got to see each other at the end of the week, either by watching a movie or having dinner. Nothing happened, no sexual inuendos or any flirtations were provided by both parties, which made it special for me because we both enjoyed each others company. He was such a gentleman and I was physically attracted to him, which made it all too hard and easy for me to not pounce on him while trying to get to know him better. After watching a movie on our 12th consecutive date, without ever having our first kiss, he told me that he would drop me off at my mom's house. When we were nearing my place, he stopped the car in front of the house. It was dark and all lights were out in my house, since the movie and our dinner ended at 1am in the morning, everybody was asleep. He said to me, "Can I have a kiss?" Seeing the opportunity that presented itself, I grabbed his head and torridly and passionately kissed him for a mere minute. When I finally let go of his head, he then said, "WOW....that was unexpected." And to my surprise I asked him, "What do you mean, unexpected?" He had this sheepish grin and explained himself, "I was asking if you have your keys?" I chided, "What? I thought I heard you say can I have a kiss!" I immediately pulled out of his car and scurried along the gates of our house and was so embarrased for the life of me. We had a date again after that, until we drifted apart due to his work and my busy schedule with my school activities. I now realized if only he took the chance to kiss me again, it would have made a difference. I guess, we simply missed our chance. HAHA. I promised myself to listen intently on what the other person is saying....I might be kissing complete strangers if ever they asked me, "Do you have your keys?" So yeah...

I grew up reading Emily Bronte, Isabele Allende, Gabriel Garcia Marques, Anna Quindlen, Michael Ondaajatje, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Pierre Moore, Alice Walker, and such literary writers that drama is essential for a good love story. And what makes the quality of the story so enriching and heartwarming is its capacity to torment your soul while leaving you breatheless for the love that the protagonist has for either themselves, the other protagonist and their environments. It's simply to each their own cup of tea. But I agree with you with homosexual love stories nowadays exerting that extra ooze factor for a good love story is sort of sickening to some extent. But you also have to understand that boy to boy love stories, or stories of awakening between two young adolescents are tumultuous times. Anyone who has experienced puberty would say that experiencing love at a young age, despite the constrictions and taboo of society and the environment, makes everything seem in haste to a reader. The problem is if the writer lacks the neccessary details and descriptions to explain how an abrupt romance would spring in the mindset of two young lovers who are experiencing puberty. If a writer tells a simple story of a boy who fell in love at first sight with another boy, without explaining the drama that involves within the relationships...it all becomes a ruse and too easy. We all love drama, and even if that involves two lovers being separated for 20 plus years and being reunited when time has matured them to know what is true love, then it becomes a good story. Or an unrequited love that makes a boy learn of his self, his worth and his being....that would make a good story. A professor of mine in literature told me, "Details is what interests the reader, and how the author melds it with the facts of life makes a simplest of story to be engraved in the hearts of the audience."

You should understand that what affects a person to come out or be known to be gay is due to his evironment and his biological predisposition to be a homosexual. There are some people who choose to be on the pretext that they only realized they were gay, due to the fact that they were affected by their stimulus or environment. If you isolate a rednecked man in a town where homosexuality is non-existing and his latent propensity to be gay is never tested, then how can he himself say that he is gay? There are some situations where a person becomes gay, and thus is associated with the lifestyle choice of being gay, when he lets his environment influence him to become one. There are people who realized they are not gay when they reach their mid-forties or early thirties, while living a lavish homosexual lifestyle in their youths, and in the aftermath become straight. They may be deemed as bisexuals but either way, it's a broad spectrum of sexuality to limit oneself to one category. If we, the homosexual community, revere people who come out of the closet and pronounce their homosexuality to the world as something forthcoming to their true nature, how about those who thought they were gay, due to their chosen environment, who realized that they were straight all along. Albeit the percentage of this ever to happen is slim to one, there is that possibility occuring. Imagine a son brought up by two gay parents who expects their son to be gay as well. Nonetheless, the same expectation that men fall under the stereotype that they have to be attracted to the opposite sex. I watched a commercial in youtube about a guy who was scared shit of admitting to his gay parents that he is straight. A parody if you must percieve, but still...it is the same logic that applies to a gay man being affected by his surrounding and succumbing to a lifestyle he has chosen on the pretext that he thought he was gay, or thinks he is straight. Most of us are born this way, according to Lady Gaga, and some are made to be this way. Even the laws of inertia applies to such logic, action and reaction, cataclysm equates to pandemonium. And for those who were made to be gay because of their homosexual environment, being gay is still a lifestyle choice that is dependent on the person who sees which action plan he wishes to take...to which breaks down all the stereotypical homosexuals out there who chooses to live a life so farfetched to the preconcieved notions of soceity. If i were you, just explain to your friend that she does not have the righ to say that it is a lifestyle choice, but ask the person (her friend) if she has made that choice of being gay and accepting her homosexuality. I am not overgeneralizing that being gay is or not a lifestyle choice, but to some...it is or has been.

The first thing that attracts me most to a guy is the eyes, eyes that smoulder me with gentle submission. Second, the smell. I can't stop falling for a guy who smells good...that type of scent that lingers on your nostrils which reminds you of his presence. Third, I'm starting to become a bear lover these days. Although smooth guys are no exception, I prefer the warmth that a hairy guy generates - but not to the point where he could be referred to as the missing link. Fourth, the intellect that could actually shut me up while he says the most sensible things that makes my heart thumpety thump thump. A guy who could argue with me for the right reasons. I've only met a select few of guys who could make a conversation that interesting which would make my testosterone levels jump to the exosphere. Fifth, a man who could admit his faults and who knows his own weaknesses. I would want to meet a guy who could tell me what makes his heart churn in sorrow, lament in his own indescretions, and assert the truth that he has made a mistake. I'll qoute Carl Jung "Is it not an old truth that a woman loves the weaknesses of the strong man more than his strength, and the stupidity of the clever man more than his cleverness ?" Sixth, I appreciate a man for all the things that makes him unique, that only I could consider him special in my own ways. From the way he puts on his clothes, from the way he scratches his nose, from the simple terms of endearment that bear little of no importance to him but gives me the desire to call him my own. Lastly, I am mostly attracted to a guy who has the guts to speak to me...that does not envelope me with his ego, but emulsifies his qualities too subtle to be percieved by anyone but me. Yeah....pretty much that's it.

Chapter 5: The Law of Attraction: Opposite never attract “Black & White equals gray. Would you want your relationship to be as gloomy as the most depressing color palette? Maybe green and violet, shit...what kind of color is that? Yeah...shit!” ... .... ..... “Luke? Luke...wake up dearest!” “...WAKE UP! Your interview is about to start in an hour.” I open my eyes and there he is staring at me, just like the first time. Those piercing

Chapter 4: The Beef and the Generous: Philly Cheese steak anyone? “So if you’re on a diet, you simply cannot think of munching on gourmet fatty foods. Think of an almond as something you’d be willing to pay $120 for that is fit for a queen. Then, you could say to yourself – Goodbye 20 lbs. and hello Bulimia!” Three months have passed since I have been seeing Joe. We have been hanging out every Sunday and spending our afternoons just talking about everything that would come to our m

Chapter 3: The Power of Convergence: Timing is everything “Some people get the best of what they want in life...I wonder if those people exist.” At Friday’s meeting, Michael told me I should write a cover story about the dragonfly and damselfly project of the Department of National Conservation here in New York. He said that Magda, the girl who got knocked up by the guy working above our office’s floor, filed for maternity leave, a day before he was about to give her this feature

Chapter 2: Something Beautiful: Stop, look & stalking. “It’s good to find new activities that would entertain you. It just goes to show how boring your life is.” Has it ever occurred to you that sometimes things happened for a reason, or some innate instinct grabs you then pummels you to the ground to unleash a divine revelation? That does not happen to me; never did - until one time wherein I was minding my own business. I had sat at one of the park’s benches, consolin

What happens if the mind is unwilling, yet the heart is open to the possibility of "What if?" What if one learns to give in to his fears, to his doubts, only to see that it is simply a step to knowing what love really means? This is a story of man, whose past and present collide, the power of his regrets and forgiveness, and his dreams of a life he hoped to have had, would only give him the courage to ask himself a question that opens the one truth that most of us do not ask...

Chapter 1: It’s Your Life: It’s never too late. “It’s never easy to make mistakes, let alone the greatest one that affects your own happiness. But to everything else that makes it harder - screw it!” It is not something I do on a regular basis that I acted out on my erratic behavior and watched a Will & Grace re-runs til 12 pm. But, since my good for nothing hag-fag friend Allana, was not on the best of her graces to have accompanied me last night on our weekly DVD movie li

THE BOOK OF LUKE Prologue: And so begins... “Damn...It’s 8:15 am and I am freaking late for my appointment.” I slide down the stairs of my not so shabby apartment at 2ndAve, unit 35E Riverdale Lofts, when it suddenly occurs to me that I seem to have forgotten something of importance, that which might save me from the distress calls of my annoying editor. For him to be calling me at 2:30 am on a nightly basis, just to harangue me if I have finished the layout for this month’s

Hello guys. I'm Jake. I am obviously new here, and have been rummaging the web-world of a decent place to post my story, (well more like a novel) and found this website which I think caters to quality writing. I have never considered myself a writer, and never thought the day that I would write something prolific or a story that would interest anyone. But then again, the fact is...a story is a story; it all depends if someone is willing to listen, or in my case read my story. I am not well versed on the technical aspects of being a literary writer, for I have been dreading that someone would tell me that my subject and verb agreement do not comply with the standard norms. Since I was young, I have never ventured into writing but I found that words came easilly to me and the meanings flowed naturally. I am not implying that I would even compare to a good writer, what I do infer is that I do hope that my future stories pertain to some people that would hold relevance. For there are some stories, as simple as the fable of The Rabbit & The Hare, that impart so much value to ones learning that I wish to dearly give the same effect to my future readers. I am hoping to post the first few chapters of my story. Thanks.