Comicality

So...for some odd reason my "Daydreams & Lullabyes: Volume Three" book was 'Blocked' by Amazon.com, and they didn't really give me a decent reason as to why. ::Shrugs:: And they also went back and blocked Volume Two as well, which is weird, considering that it was just fine when I published it NINE MONTHS AGO!!! So I've got to through the frustrating process of figuring things out here. Please be patient with me. Or with Amazon, actually. I didn't do anything wrong. Anyway, the new ebook, "Miles To Go", seemed to go through just fine. But then again, Miles isn't a gay teenager. Funny how that works out. ::Shakes My Head:: Straight privilege. Hehehe! Enjoy! And grab your copy (Complete, with the never before released fourth chapter!) in the Comicality Ebook section! Leave a review and let me know what you think! https://imagine-magazine.org/store/comicality/

Sometimes you just feel like giving love away to the people around you, ya know? Hehehe! It's a good feeling. So take my love, affection, and appreciation. It's free. Costs me nothing. Mwah! Stay beautiful, you guys!

They could pass for brothers, if not twins! Cool!

https://gayauthors.org/story/comicality/give-it-to-me-straight/ The next chapter of "Give It To Me Straight" is now up and ready for you guys! So enjoy, and let me know what you think when you get a chance! There are only a few more chapters left in this series to be posted! BUT...if you want to skip ahead to the end of the completed story, you can grab the finished ebook in the Comicality Ebook Section and read it all right NOW, if you want! https://imagine-magazine.org/store/comicality/ It's up to you! Have fun!

"Give It To Me Straight 8" That's when he kissed me deeply again, our heavy breathing turning into whimpers of an eager yearning that I had never felt before in real time. A hunger. An itch that was driving me wild as I crushed his gyrating body against me and waited to see what could possibly come next. Ricky moved his kisses down to the side of my neck again, and sucked tenderly at the flesh on one side...then moving to the other. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from crying o

Is it? I don't know. I thought it was Jorge Benito...

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These are the changes that people are starting to see nowadays, and it terrifies them. They put so much hard work and effort into trying to appear to be the good guy that it's like..."You know, you could actually do something GOOD! And you'll appear to be the good guy as a side effect." Just do something for the PEOPLE! Stop faking it! Stop pulling stunts and telling easily 'fact-checkable' lies to fool people into thinking you give a shit. ACTUALLY GIVE A SHIT!!! Do it once a week. See if it works for you. How hard is this? People have become so blatantly heartless. Have they no shame left at all? Who is still supporting this? I checked out years ago.

Hope you guys enjoy! And...yeah. That's it. Hehehe! Seezya soon! https://imagine-magazine.org/

I'm not even angry with the politicians anymore. Honestly. I'm angry with the law. Why WOULD they stop stealing free money if there's nobody willing to stand up and hold them accountable. All of them. How long is a toddler going to run around a toy store knocking stuff off of the shelves and throwing wild tantrums before SOMEBODY asks, "Where are the parents?" We subpoena you to come to court? We want exact transcripts of what was said on this phone call? We want to see your tax returns? And you have the audacity to say 'no'? Fine...issue a warrant for their arrest. Plain and simple. What is everybody so scared of? Aren't you the police? They'll choke and beat and tear gas people for a counterfeit $20, but they get away with millions. So stupid.

No. Sorry, this was just a one time short story. I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

I got my very first job, working at a toy store. And I was soooo proud to get my first paycheck! And hey, look...there's the US government...with their hand out. Taking money from me. And then I pay taxes over and over and over again. Can't do anything without the government standing there with their hand out, like, "Gimmee more!" Ok. Such is life. We learn to deal with it. Besides, it's supposed to go to good stuff, right? Good schools, decent roads, social security, unemployment benefits, health care...maybe a police department that doesn't brutalize and murder innocent people for no good reason. I have spent my entire life paying and contributing to my country to keep a surplus of funds 'safe' for us in case we ever have an international emergency. Well...here's the emergency. We need help. And...they're on 'vacation'? They have to have meetings and discussions on whether or not they want to give us back our own money? And they're not in any hurry to do it. Not their money. MY money! Sure would help to get that 'safety surplus' back right about now. Might be nice. Why are they on vacation? They sit in a room and talk. They're not digging ditches or working construction. You go to a room, and you talk, and you break for an expensive lunch. Why do you need a vacation from that in a time of crisis? Are their asses sore from sitting in a chair for too long? What's happening here? It's not a 'handout', it's not a 'favor. I gave you my money...I need you to use it for what it was meant for. So...what's the delay? The nice guy side of me is trying to be patient here. But, ummmm...the 'Chi-Town' side of me doesn't understand why each and every single American citizen isn't cornering EVERY member of congress and every politician, including the president himself...and giving them the appropriate 'treatment'... "Private jet, huh?!?!?! Big stadium rally??? Ostrich skin Jacket???" Kick, punch, kick! "Golf game, huh??? Chocolate ice cream???" Knocks out a tooth! Grabs baseball bat! "Legal fees for frivolous lawsuits? Corporation bailouts? Oh yeah! You don't have any money, do you? DO YOU??? Campaign commercials? Really??? Ok! Campaign THIS, you sons of bitches!!! Where's my money, man!!! Fuck you!!!!" Something tells me that if we took this particular approach, we could speed up this process a bit...

I should literally just close myself up in my room for a month or two, and just write all of my ideas out from beginning to finish! Otherwise, Hollywood is gonna beat me to the punch, every time! Hehehe! https://gayauthors.org/story/comicality/skylight-phase1impact

Hahaha, CUTE!!! And here's young Spider Man, Tom Holland as Billy Elliott! And then there's this...which is just...Wow! HOT!!!!

Awwwwwwwwwww! Adorable! Hehehe! ::Melts:: And take a look at young 'Captain America', Chris Evans!

https://gayauthors.org/story/comicality/waitingoutsidethelines A brand new chapter of "Waiting Outside The Lines" is now up and ready to keep the series going! I hope you guys like it! Please let me know what you think when you get the chance! Enjoy! Awwww...hehehe, Greyson would have been my PERFECT ideal boyfriend in high school!!! Seriously! Cute, sweet, funny, slightly awkward, and beautiful...through and through! Sighhh...love you, Greyson! Always! Mwah!!! 0

"Waiting Outside The Lines 25" I can't say that I had much of a restful sleep that night. I might have 'fainted' for twenty minutes or so every now and then from exhaustion...but there wasn't much 'rest' being achieved outside of that. I got up and took a shower, attempting to get myself in a state where hair and make-up wouldn't have to put in any extra effort into making me look good on camera. I mean, I know that's their job and all...but I didn't want to show up to work looking lik

Thanks, you guys. Love and hugs to you all. My family and I were all being careful...but that's like being careful driving a car when you've got drunk drivers flooring it and being reckless all over town. So us taking the proper precautions doesn't really matter if you've got people running around equating a safety precaution to friggin' SLAVERY and the HOLOCAUST! WTF are you TALKING about??? This is so stupid. "You're all just sheep, doing what your leader tells you to do and wearing what they tell you to wear, because you can't think for yourselves!" Says the guy in a stupid MAGA hat!!! Fuck those people. Seriously. You put me and my family in harm's way to prove some ridiculous point to people who are actually looking out for your well being. How fucked up are these people? Anyway, thanks, you guys. I'm going to stay inside and hope for the best. I'll keep my fingers crossed.

It might have taken a very long time for me to realize it, or to mature beyond it...but I honestly think that it was this website, the chatroom, the message boards, the emails...that has become the catalyst to teach me what I needed to know about the voices in my head, and how to beat them. It's strange, I know. But it's the truth. Writing my true feelings out in my stories created this constant habit of looking inward and doing a lot of soul searching to value parts of myself that I should be proud of, and accepting the parts of myself that are flawed, but still have a conscience about. It helps to keep me in check. There was a time that negative comments used to really bother me. They used to hurt me to my very core, and I'd fight, tooth and nail, to defend myself like a wounded animal because I refused to be made a victim or allow myself to ever be abused again. But I'm not that person anymore. That part of me no longer exists. And it's liberating. That's not to say that I don't have disagreements or even arguments with other people...but the effect on me isn't the same. Anybody who would go out of their way to attack, bully, or deliberately HURT me...for any reason? I just shake my head. Shrug my shoulders. I feel bad for them. I really do. It's a state of mind that deserves nothing more from me than a true feeling of pity. Who does that? What do they get out of it? You know? I sometimes study some of the fundamentals of certain philosophies or religions, and there's a part of Scientology that actually really fascinated me. I've kind of adopted it into my way of thinking. (Not the alien, volcano, ghost Thetan, stuff! Hehehe, but this one principal) Basically, when you're 'audited'...they ask you to describe a time in your life that caused you some pain or distress. You have to explain it out loud, in words, and share it with the auditor. Then...you have to do it again. And then again. Every time you go in, you add more details and really get to the heart of that particular moment of your life, until you properly deal with it. ou actually get to address that problematic part of your life repeatedly until it ceases to have any power over you. I thought that was a really cool practice to indulge in. And, without even knowing it, that's what I've been doing with my stories from the very beginning. I got to live out all of those fantasies that I was too scared to indulge in when I was a teen. I got to express my feelings about the abuse I suffered through, or the heartbreak I felt, or the excitement I had during those first few awkward attempts and looking for love. So writing was my therapy...and all of those bad voices in my head were muffled to the point where they just don't bother me anymore. Other people? I know who my friends are. My standards are pretty low when it comes to me considering someone a good friend. Treat me right, keep in contact, support me every now and then...and I'll kiss the ground you walk on. I'm not hard to impress. But, if you're a toxic person? If all you've got for me is insults and demands and bullshit backhanded comments? Yeah, I'd rather spend time with people who actually give a shit about me. If it seems like a 'chore' for you to treat me like a cherished part of your life...then save your energy. I'm not interested. If you have to bite your tongue to not say something awful to me? Fuck off. Again. I'm not interested. Because those words really do stick. They sink into places of your life and it takes time and healing to get rid of them. There are still times when I make mistakes or forget to do something, and I can hear my father's voice in my head telling me what an idiot I am and how I should be ashamed for being so stupid. But I recognize it for what it is, and I know how to silence that voice and fix things to make them as awesome as I possibly can. No more tears. Never again. I don't hold grudges, but I have the insight to know when I need to stay away from the kind of people who only want to use me, abuse me, or are jealous of me. That's their problem, not mine. And I'm not going to add the weight of their problems on my shoulders. I have my own. Do words hurt? Yes. Most definitely. Do they linger? Only if you're too scared to go back and deal with the impact that they've had on you in the past. Can you heal and start over from scratch? Hmmm...should you? I can say that I've healed, and I've learned, but I won't pretend that those things never happened. They did. I just won't allow them to affect me anymore. If anything, they make me stronger. Instead of letting them create a hateful image of myself...I use them to show everyone around me how easy it is to prove the voices wrong. Effortless. I am SO thankful and SO happy these days! There's freedom in letting go. And that's exactly what I did. I let it go.

The newest chapter of this 'man made apocalypse' thriller is now up and ready to go, with the next chapter already in the works! So, I hope you like it! And please let me know what you think when you get a chance! https://gayauthors.org/story/comicality/agenda21-theculling Just remember...it HAS happened before...and it could easily happen again...

LOVE IT!!! Thanks, dude!

Chapter One: The Culling (Part Eight - "Fog On The Horizon") It was a few harsh shoves and a silent demand that pushed us forward. Milo seemed to be more curious than afraid, but Jordan, Ricky, and I, knew that things could be much more serious than that. There were other children wandering around in that garage...dirty, unbathed, some of them still reeling from the trauma of losing all of their friends and family to the horrors of this 'brave new world'. Either from the sickness, or

So...I don't want to be alarmist or anything, I'm sure that things will be ok as long as everybody is careful and we...I don't know...find a way to work around this. Long story short...my Aunt tested positive for Covid-19, and got her results this morning. Also, her husband (My uncle) tested positive. And her daughter has also tested positive for Covid-19. And her daughter (My cousin) has two young kids, my little cousins, and we now have to find a way to get them tested as well. (I have another aunt that's a nurse, so she's already trying to put things in motion) And my mother and I have been babysitting the kids a lot over the past few weeks, as well as another one of my cousins who has been watching them as well to share the responsibility while school is out...so...we're all trying to see what our options are to get tested as well before it's too late. It's still early in the morning here, but we need to communicate and find a way to struggle through this. This is why I want to personally STRANGLE people who don't give a shit about this pandemic or wear masks and scream, "Hey, ASSHOLE!!! YES!!! This is how quickly this fucking thing can spread! It can devastate entire families in a matter of weeks." I don't want to get sick. I don't want my family to get sick either. But I guess we've got a week or two to find out how bad this is going to be. I'm hoping we'll be some of the lucky ones in all this. PLEASE...take this pandemic seriously, ok? Please??? I feel like an idiot for having to BEG people to do this, but...my family is in jeopardy now. My MOM is in jeopardy! And it's because of people who just refuse to be safe. Anyway...no babysitting this coming week for me. We're going to self quarantine, just to be careful. We have to find out what's going on. But if my little cousins got infected...I mean...we can't quarantine them. They're little KIDS. We've got to watch them, we can't just leave them all by themselves. I just...I don't know what we're going to do right now. I hate this. Every time we think we have a decent plan worked out...things get worse. But, I'm keeping my faith, and I hope things work out for the best. So...I don't know...knock on wood for me, k? And for my mom.

When any of us get criticized, insulted, abused, or gossiped about...it can be difficult to not take it personally. I mean, we're all human. Pieces of that treatment penetrates, whether you want it to or not. Especially when it comes from the people you care about most. Your closest friends, your family, your parents, your boyfriend/girlfriend. And, sure, the pain goes away and it heals and we all move on with our lives. But... Do you ever wonder whether or not some of that verbal 'punishment' lasts longer than we're aware of? There was a quote that says that "The soil accepts all seeds, whether they be flowers or they be weeds." Meaning, some of those past pains of mistreatment and heartache may still be affecting you somehow, whether you're aware of it or not. Do you believe that such a thing is true? Might you still be haunted by demons from your past? Do they affect your behavior, or pop up every time you look at yourself in the mirror? Is there a certain nerve that someone could grind you and trigger a truly angry or violent response? Or...can you deal with all of your past transgressions and be done with them, once and for all? Is it possible to heal, and start all over from scratch, with nothing holding you back? A bit of challenging question for this time around. Long answers are welcome. Anonymous answers also welcome at Comicality@shackoutback.net if you get any ideas! Talk to you soon!