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Doug is being gross. Let it mean whatever you want it to mean....🙈
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David Beckham?
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Amanda moved in Saturday of the following week. Twenty-three boxes. During which she unveiled her frightening black metal Hindu goddess. The vindictive dancer has one foot shoved into her lap and stands three feet from the floor, six darkly braceleted arms held out spiderlike in awkward positions with contorted fingers snagging me every time I walk past. That first Saturday together, she dragged me through Manhattan Esotericz, a modern furniture store in lower Manhattan, to buy some 'neutral
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Amanda? Watch this space...
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I love both of those movies.
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My father owns a third-floor condo in the East Village where I live rent-free, in a prewar Brownstone set back from the tree-lined street, east of Avenue A and a couple of blocks from the F train. It's a simple but comfortable three-bed affair with a floor plan resembling the uppercase letter E. The entrance is through a narrow corridor along the spine, the three bedrooms are to the left at the end, the bathroom in the middle while the living room containing an open kitchen faces south, with thr
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Okay, we're back online.
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Coming soon. Just trying to get everything g right before reposting.
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Like inventing mouthwash?
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No, it’s not @Timothy M., he’s been really helpful. I simply realised this needs some plot revisions and serious structural editing before I republish.
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As bars go, O’Riordan’s could easily be my kind of place. Monday night, and there’s a small mixed crowd of people, after work colleagues maybe, chatting and drinking. Against my better nature, I am here for the speed-dating, although my moral compass has still not found north. But after a phone call from Danny, I learned the true depths of my predicament, exacerbated by my meddling friends and family. Had I come clean at the party, he tells me, I might have been able to get away with telling
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If pushed, I would have to lay the blame for this fuck-up on the impaired hearing of Elizabeth Spencer, better known to her grandchildren as Grandma Beth. If not for an instance of misapprehension by the matriarch, my life would still be carefree and unruffled. The tragedy happened on Saturday, eight days before coffee with Doug, at a birthday party in her Fifth Avenue residence to celebrate her eightieth. To put you in the picture, her late husband, my grandpa, the only son of a wealthy Cal
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It is indeed. The Hong Kong white bauhinia flower. well spotted. And my apologies, I posted the wrong version of this story. @Timothy M. and I have been having a debate about the track this story should take, so I've got two version on my laptop running in parallel right now, which is not a good idea for someone who can barely keep up with more than three characters on a page. The family is trying to find him a wife--not a husband. At least, not yet.
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Hooking Trout by Brian Lancaster Some have been thought brave because they were afraid to run away. - Thomas Fuller Born and bred in Brooklyn, Doug Myer’s my oldest and best gay buddy, my sounding board and common-sense guru in moments of crisis. Or so I thought. Even though Doug is built like a quarterback, he has the mannerisms of Pee-wee Herman. Although this may be a difficult mental picture, in reality the truth confounds all sexes. He and I enjoy a routi
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It's 2010, and Peter “Trout” Spencer is thirty-two, living a gloriously gay one-night-stand life. That is until an instance of mishearing by his grandmother at her eightieth birthday party throws his world off kilter. What she hears as “I’m going to get married in June,”—to someone called Wendy—is in fact, “I’m going to get Marisse and June,” his stepsister and her girlfriend. When she offers her six bedroom Hamptons house as a wedding present, Trout has a dilemma; in the world of fake news, could he be forgiven for seeking out a fake wife?
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Featured Story: Twelve Gays of Christmas
lomax61 commented on Renee Stevens's blog entry in Gay Authors News
Ah, @Puppilull, you are so kind. Such a lovely review. I wondered why I’d been getting more comments on the story recently. I penned this story largely on the fly, taking the comments and reactions of readers to adjust chapters as the story unfolded. This was my Christmas present to GA. I’m so pleased you enjoyed this. -
Amazing! Well done. What an amazing feeling... I am so happy for you. @lomax61
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Thanks for the mention, Tim. Your feedback on my stuff has been awesome. And having you comment on or edit anything I’ve written has been invaluable. You are a star on this site, my friend. Whenever I post anything my first thought is “let’s run this by Tim.”
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Good point and I think his mother (like many mothers) knew how much Brad meant to him, probably even suspected more than just simple friendship.
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31 AUGUST 2018 Mark half perched on a barstool, lost in thought, twisting an ice-cold bottle of Asahi between damp fingers. Each time the group of six young men at the far end of the bar shouted with drunken excitement or roared together with laughter, he squeezed his eyes shut and felt his body stiffen, hopes of a quiet drink evaporating. "You okay?" said Mel, the regular barman, who had wandered over during a slack period and now slouched back against the shelves behind the bar. Austra
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I know, I know, but I promise the cliffhanger is worth the wait. I promise to post part two when I get home.
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31 AUGUST 1995 Sudden moonlight hit the tent’s canvass roof, softly illuminating the interior. Mark saw then what he had known anyway, that Brad lay awake staring at him. He had been doing the same thing in the darkness, but witnessing his best friend brought a smile to his face and an excited tremble to his stomach. When Brad smiled back, the moonlight glinting in his eye, Mark’s heart all but melted. Last night, they had both listened to Kylie Minogue’s new album on their Walkman to pass t
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A short story in two parts: the first set in 1995 covering the blossoming love between two best friends during a camping trip; the second in 2018, when an older man feels uncomfortable when he is crushed on by a much younger one.
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Lovely story. Who doesn’t love a happy ending? Whatever happened to Brandon?
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I love fantasy stories so was pleased to begin reading your latest offering about Prince Terryn. And I wasn’t disappointed. A lovely tale, beautifully told. You’ve also got a very easy style of writing, nothing overdone or dragging the story down. This feels like a small slice of something much bigger. Will you be giving us more?
