Jason Rimbaud

I think AI is around for a while now, and everyone is going to have to get used to it being in our lives. And, like most tools, people will learn how to use it for themselves. I don't see anything wrong with authors choosing to use tools available to them.

I"m shocked that a Canadian (don't know why I think you're Canadian, but I do, so you are) would be so vulgar. .

Speaking for myself, I'm so forgetful I don't remember what it was anyway. But let's not forget that everyone thinks I'm younger than I really am, which means I have great genes. .

Potato tomato. .

Looks like you're a new member. Welcome to the world of GA! I'm Jason, the resident silliness stirrer, so take anything I say with one eye closed. In regard to your sample, it might be helpful for you to give us an idea of what you are looking for in terms of feedback.

You're welcome. I just want everything off my plate so I don't have to worry about posting anything. Get back to taking my time writing, finishing before I post to avoid long delays.

It does seem every time Gabriel comes close to something, it's ripped away. And the mysterious man does seem to enjoy taunting Gabriel. I wonder if he'll ever figure it out.

No problems on that. He doesn't get mad at people at GA, he only gets mad at me sometimes. But as Lee pointed out, I'm very immature so he's grown accustomed to that over the ten years we've been together. .

I guess I also could have held up my ring finger and shown off my wedding ring.

I have not heard about this story. I'm a purist. I use the free version of Grammarly for grammar. The free version doesn't suggest structural changes. I will never use AI to help, enhance, or write a story of mine. I think it's cheating. Plus I think it makes all the stories sound the same, the author loses his or her voice. But every person has their own opinions about AI. I don't find it reliable in query searches, I find AI writings to be repetitive, and it always takes me out of the narrative. When I find a story written by AI or enhanced through grammar programs, I stop reading it. But I'm not sure of GA's policy regarding AI or help writing stories. I'll let the powers that be address that as it doesn't concern me.

I'm sorry. Most of that was written because I know he reads all my comments. Sorry to drag you into our silliness. I knew what you meant, and I'm very silly today apparently. Not surprising, its raining, so I love the rain.

Hurtful! .

Let's not get carried away now. . I am married, so I don't feel bad. He was hot, but I have strict rules what is allowed and what is not. Sex in Muni stations is not covered in our agreement! .

Is that your nice way of saying I act immature?

Posted. Time is 11:28 Friday morning, well within my six hour window. I win!

Lonnie was worried. And he wouldn’t be embarrassed to admit that out loud. He had seen action in two different conflicts, dozens of black ops, and was responsible for the lives of dozens of people in different missions all over the world. Lives that had depended on him to find a way to survive another day. And in all that time, he had never felt so helpless as he did at this exact moment. It had always been a matter of pride that he could be uniquely focused in his resolve and manage

After my train madness a few days ago. And after my cats calmed me down enough to think rationally. I decided I needed to go out. Since I was already all dangling bits, I jumped in the shower. I scrubbed all the appropriate places thoroughly, as I had a destination in mind and I could afford any unwanted smells. I dug through my slutty undie drawer until I found the perfect pair. They were teal blue, and maybe mostly mesh except the part that covers the down there place. I pulled on a pair of jeans that had strategic holes in wonderful places, slipped into my silver kicks, a black sleeveless shirt with the rainbow flag made out in a big paw print across the chest. And headed out to Beaux. I jump on the Muni train and brave the tunnels as I head towards the Castro (the gay district of San Francisco). On the Muni train, I'm rocking out to the Hardcore History podcast, listening to part two of six part multiple hour deep dive into World War II. About four stations away from my stop, I catch the eye of a sexy Latino guy, maybe thirty or so. He's dressed in blue slacks, skin tight and bulging in perfect places, a white shirt, and a tan vest. We give each other the once over. My mind goes back to my slutty days, where I had picked up guys on the train many times. And the vibe he was giving off gave me no reason not to believe the two of us would have had a ton of fun in some Muni bathroom. To get to the Castro from my house, I have to get off one train and wait for another train. So at Van Ness station, I get off the train. Sexy Latino gets off right behind me. In that moment, I realized that while we were eye fucking on the train, I didn't make it clear that that was as far as it was going to go. Because I got off the train to catch my transfer, he got off the train to be bent over a toilet in a dirty Muni stall. It was an awkward five minutes as we waited for the next train. He had to wait for another "N", seventeen minutes. I was waiting for the "L" for five minutes. It did kind of make my 51-year-old face happy that someone found me attractive enough to get off a train in a dirty Muni station. So it was with a hop in my step as I jumped on the "L" on my way to Beaux.

Thank you! I had forgotten this exchange and had to re-read all the comments to understand the context. And while I can see both sides of the coin, and am increasingly sensitive to others' experiences, I still think the writing is clear, Dylan was not forced. It's a hard read, tough to write, but I still think the scene describes exactly what I intended. A young boy struggling with his own identity and what he thinks his identity should be treated.

The only way a relationship works, both parties must have the same goal in mind. The choices we make sometimes brings us to separate paths.

Thank you my friend.

Gabriel and Lonnie came together only for Sean's sake. At least for now. Let's see what happens.

Copy cat.

Two more theories... If anyone is counting. The mysterious man is... Gabriel's Twin The man known as Frederick A Homeland Security Agent A Former Army/CIA mate Let's see who's right/write and who's not so right/write.

The next chapter will be posted next Saturday, sans sex. .

I see what you did there, Realize Realization. I shall post a new chapter within the next six hours. Promise. Time is 10:35am Friday morning.