Tejun

Hey Bugeye, Dude, you totally have something. You are a writer, you have a voice that comes across and drags the reader through the text. I could not stop reading once my eyes hit the first word. I cannot tell you how awesome it was that you threw in that poem and it was actually Good! I am very excited to read more of you. There was a little too much telling but you show things also so there was a balance. Again your voice helps make the telling more tolerable. couple of questions, some points were not clear, and this could totally be my short coming or you intentionally made it vague... 1. Did he actually create the singing boy in some type of painting? 2. Is this set in the future and does he have some type of power that makes the kid from the painting come to life?

HI Dolores, The poem about Alexander's lover and the one about Achilles' lover. I found it amusing that both poems ended with each one promising greater glory, but in both cases, Alexander and Achilles were killed. Poetry is rarely rewritten, but if I was to rewrite these, I would make Alexander and Achilles more sad and suicidal. Make them promise to soon follow them to the grave.... because that is what they did. Tejun

The big pieces are here, the foundation of a legend is clearly present. But these pieces need to be built on with more care. I just see so much more for a story of this caliber. Details can be given if you want them. Tejun

the best thing ever! EVER!

That was beautiful ashessnow

I didn't state any conspiracy theory. I stated facts. Facts in honor of the dead. All over the world.

The first time a steel frame building ever collapsed due to fire happened that day, Three times. Before this a dozen major fires, some burning for over a day, never once resulted in collapse. I am not a conspiracy theorist. I am just stating a simple fact. oh and this picture. lol

Hey, it was nice to read a story with a happy ending for once. I am so immersed in horror and tragedy stories that I rarely see something without a major heart wrenching conflict. Not that missing your beautiful boyfriend isn't tragic, but I am use to more, like a plane crash or affair or something more Shakespearean. So your story was a nice read that made me smile in the end. p.s. the song proposal just rubbed me the wrong way. the character seemed, smarter than that. To recite a pop song for a proposal, it was an honest let down for me. I imagine based on the rest of the story you could have penned a proposal that makes that song look like cheese. :-)

Every time someone comes out they suffer and they are rewarded. Each comes in varying degrees for every individual. I live in a small town(not from a small town) my boyfriend was in the closet for a year and a half and he had all of these reasons why not to come out. Then I took him to San Diego and he saw a real gay community and went to his first gay clubs. HaHa in less than a week he came out. Nothing had changed, none of his 'fears' were less valid. He had just witnessed an entire community where people like us were not afraid. He saw us being celebrated. It was pretty awesome to watch.

This site has changed my life because now I check it and watch it and read in it. I am not sure how much time I spend logged into this site, but it is way more than before I found it. It is fun to see people like I use to be, young and writing with the speed of youth and the fury of purpose. My writing has morphed and evolved over 33 years, but it is still me. We are all changing always moving, like water and somehow my stream has brought me here with all of you, to mingle our waters...sounded weird lol... anyways I am very happy to be here, thank you to the creators and managers of such a site, but most of all thank you to the contributes because without you, there would be a void here with wind blowing through empty forums and dusty posts... peace.

Yes! One hundred percent correct. I remember the day I said to myself, You are a man now. It felt awesome.

Oh his issues were many. But he was super hot and super spoiled, he wasn't lacking 'things', or 'friends', but he had the horrible habit of sleeping with countless people like himself, so he never found love or real lasting friendship. Becoming a quarter of a century in age was his catalyst. Moral to that story was don't sell your soul trying to remain a boi. It is physically impossible to do so and there was a time when being a man was what all boys dreamed of. p.s. X and Meth played a role lol

Despite the vampire thing, I love what you have written here. The way you question, while illustrating a story, is unique and sets you above other writers. Know this. The story teller is valuable, but the story teller who can instruct and question the reader's soul, subtly, is rare.

I vote for: the age will change as your age changes until you reach a certain point. So if you are 'young' in the eyes of an 'old' person, your vote shouldn't count. LoL just a joke. Seriously though, when I was 18 interested in guys around my age. No part of me was willing or even wanted to look at something more than three years older. As I ascended the rungs of age year by year I was forced to allow for an age adjustment. When my age limit at one time was 25, and then I became 25, well needless to say I did not turn down guys my own age(girls to). Now at 33 I see myself considering and being with guys who were once atrocious scary trolls. I almost regret my age hang ups from the past. I am sure I would have been happier with a man than the 'bois' I chose to couple with. Hence the biggest cancer I see in our 'gay' culture. Beauty, is ok. Truth, Freedom, Beauty and Love... Bohemian Ideals. But youth is not included in the Bohemian Ideals. I laugh from my aged perch as I see what I must of looked like, man/bois with receding hairlines and growing guts, still acting like bois, clinging to the image that can only be held by bois. So with this in mind, I will set the age limit, for when you should start consider being a Man, 21. The age you can ACT like a boi and still get by, 26. After that it is pathetic and almost disturbing. I see youth as a point in time where you can do inanely stupid crap and it is considered ok, or even cute simply because you are young, and we are a creature that learns, and some things take time to learn. Youth is a time to consider yourself different, and to hold high high idealistic and beautiful views on the nature of the universe and humanity. The end of youth is when you realize certain things the first of many being; you are in a monkey suit and it has an expiration date. The second being; one day you will be old. Accepting this by not being a bitch about it.(had a friend kill himself over turning 25). The third and final is; realizing the gifts you have at your young and tender ages, will pale in comparison to the gifts you will one day be able to give the world. Mainly I am talking to myself here as I enter my 33rd year on earth, so don't think I am directing any of this at any specific person... I write stuff like this a lot, reflections, diatribes. I call them Bla, bla's. Usually i don't put them in forums but this forum fit my writing mood and this is the result.

what's the lawyer's number?