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I'm not sure I have another 'divinely inspired' work in me. I may have to hope a cult develops and a body of apochrypha develops with the consequent schisms and blasphemy. I will definitely check out your stories. Thanks for the review.
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I've tried to give each character his own voice and personality. Thanks for reading and stay tuned - a lot of life to share.
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You can see the thematic similarities to your story. Great minds, etc. I do have an impulse for the sad. I've begun to notice a lot of tears in my writing, though frankly I'm a pretty happy guy. Thanks for reading.
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I was trying to capture the impetuous and somewhat casual nature of youth. Sex and romance don't have a prescribed order - at least in my experience. Thanks for the comments.
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Loving sex is much more satisfying, thanks for sharing with me. The story touched many memories for me. I like the small domestic gifts, they speak of love. Roland Oh, and this may just be me, but I dislike diminuative references to a man's cock. Dick, okay, but willie and pecker I find distracting. I don't mind repetitious use of cock and dick. When I see a major rager, I'm not thinking of cute names - frankly I'm not thinking. R
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I enjoyed the interplay on the commuter train (I often commute to NYC by train). It is featured in a story I wrote and will share here soon. It's a strangely intimate place, the train, often the same people seeing and not seeing each other. You developed the relationship well, capturing life experiences. Thank you for your story. Roland
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And here I thought I was flawless. I'll give it a closer look. Thanks.
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Chapter One: Individuating His mind is a clutter of thoughts. "Did I get that e-mail? I don’t have any coffee. John? Was his name John? Sweet smile, nasty attitude. Is it getting hotter? I can’t run like I used to. Does Carolyn think I’m gay? My feet hurt. I’ve got to lose five pounds. My mother would hate me if she knew. I miss Butch, he was such a good dog." And on and on. All these thoughts pounding in his brain as he passes me. I plow through them, trying to isola
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A different understanding of the purpose of life and interaction with the beyond. This is a short novella.
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Reporter: I had learned how the group had come together (no pun intended). It all seemed wonderful. But that brought suspicion to my reporter’s mind. “I’m a little teary, now myself, and deeply envious of what you all have made here. I have no doubt of the love and caring you all share. Still, I have to wonder about the bad times, when things haven’t gone well. Surely there have been dark days.” The group shifted uneasily. Tim moved to sit with John who embraced him protectively. Then
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Reporter: That takes us through how you all got together. What was life like with the group? What events occurred that you weren’t expecting? Mark: We had pretty much settled into roles, keeping the house, preparing meals, school, and work. It was pretty loose. Who ever was around, we usually hung out together. We had a separate room set aside as a study for Tim and Sean. We had a rule that if the door was closed, leave who ever was inside alone – no matter how much you might need some l
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Tim: John has been our rock. He’s generous with his place, his money, his cock. We all depend upon him, love him and want him to have all the happiness he gives us. So when we figured out there was something we couldn’t give him, we set about getting it. I realize that sounds odd. In my experience, couples seem to close in on each other and lock out everyone else. I guess that would be okay if each person in the couple was able to fulfill every need the other has, but I’ve never seen tha
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Sean: So I moved in. It was great. A beautiful apartment, a real kitchen to cook in and two handsome men at my beck and call. School was never much of an effort for me. I enjoyed the classes. I was footing most of my own bill, so needed to keep a job. I had taken a part time job with a catering firm at the start of the semester. It was mostly working private parties. The ones thrown by local celebs paid the best. You wouldn’t believe what a shallow bunch they are – and that coming from
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Sean: Tim and I are about the same size. Tim: Except where it counts. Sean: You’re not that much bigger. Reporter: Sean moved to sit on the other arm of the chair. Mark squeezed out from among them and moved to the couch to lie on the now reclining Brad. I sensed they had heard the story before. They quietly began to make out. John had said that their interaction was fluid and what I observed, how they moved from one intimate grouping to another bore that out. Sean: As I was saying
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I'm not sure where I've lost the thread about Mark and Brad - but you're right, John was carrying the financial load with limited help from the others. But he has a good job, he has been carring the cost of the apartment anyway and is becoming himself through 'sharing.'
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Stay tuned for the next chapters - its a completed work, though as a new arrival to GA, I can only publish one chapter a day.
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John: Tim planned to set off to the university the next morning, looking pretty cheerful. I know I was feeling good from his attentions and hoped he enjoyed my attentions to him. I told him to not worry about his things, he was free to leave them here until he had things settled. I had errands to run that morning, so gave Tim a key to the apartment. “You’re trusting me with this?” he asked looking at the key in his hand. “Shouldn’t I?” “Yes, you should, but it’s the key to your apartment
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Chapter One: John John: I walked along the street wondering how my life had turned so gray. I had a job many would envy, enough money, a great apartment. I stopped to look at my reflection in a store window. Not in bad shape, kind of good looking. I like how my face grows dark with beard through the day. Not sure about my eyes. Blue like my grandfather’s ice blue eyes, inconsistent with my Mom’s dark hair, and yet people notice my eyes, even strangers. But I was alone. The two roomma
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The following is based on an interview. It turned out too long for the magazine article but ended as a book. My assignment was to interview an unconventional household: five gay men living, not as roommates, but rather as a romantic, sexual unit. Did this arrangement constitute promiscuity? Must a household of men resemble a frat house? What aspects of family did this group provide? I came prepared with these and other questions. The idea for this article came through the usual channel o
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Five men form a family - and yes, sex is involved
