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  1. Another Gay Writer
    "What do you think of Holden's thoughts of the museum?" Shawna asked me sitting across from me at our dinner date. We were reading Catcher in The Rye in English class. Catcher in The Rye one of the books that probably changed my life. D.J. Salinger really seemed to understand the mind of a rebellious, misunderstood, loner teenager. I think that I would have an interesting chat with Holden Caulfield. "I love that part, how it symbolizes a frozen and peaceful world," I said biting into my
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    You would think that I would be excited that my loss in a dream brother was standing in front of me. But at that moment, I felt angry. Pissed. Pissed that he wasn't standing here when my mom left or when my dad was drunk. "We need to talk," Brian whispered trying to calm me down. It didn't work. I stormed out without looking back. *** "So how was your day?" Donovan asked at dinner. "Fine" I shrugged. We heard a knock on our door. Tony got up to open the door...and Bri
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    "My mom's gone again." I simply yelled out walking into Matt's living room. He got up and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close to him. I returned wrapping my arms his neck. "I'm so sorry Jamie." He started slightly rocking me. I grabbed on tight and sniffed into his shoulder. I'm not going to go all cheesy and say "all problems vanished away", because they didn't...but Matt holding me gave me a feeling of great warmth. I could even describe it as a feeling of ecstasy. I
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    I woke up, rolled out of bed, and walked into the living room to hear singing. "Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you." Donovan, Matt, and Alfreda stood in the kitchen with a cake. "Happy Birthday to James." I covered my face. "Happy Birthday to you." I laughed through my hands. Matt grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the cake. "You really shouldn't have." "Come on Jamie, it's a cake no big deal." Alfreda placed a candle in the cake and lit it.
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    Thank you for reading and your comment. It means a lot to me that you like my story. I will go back and reread to improve on that part. Thank you again and comments are always welcomed.
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    Hey, Brian, it's James, I am now in the 11th grade. I've lived with Tony for over a year. Tony and I are doing well... there are just some topics that we avoid. Matt is still dating Alfreda...so that's going on. I've been dating a lot too...but um...nobody special. I've had sex with...multiple girls... the girls seem to think I'm good at, you know, the sex stuff...so...never mind. So how are you? I was fixing my hair in my locker mirror. "Come on, your hair is fine," Matt whined. "No
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    Thank you so much for reading and your comment. I completely get it and will try to go through and re-edit. Thanks again.
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    I was making out with Brad Pitt. Okay no, it was Diana Rogers. It was that night that her parents weren't home on her couch that she shocked me. "Let's go upstairs." She whispered. I didn't like the sound of that. I knew what that meant, but I wasn't sure what say about. "Why?" "So we can you know...make love." I swallowed, "Diana...that doesn't sound like you." "I know. But I really like you, James." "Well I like you too, but..." "Come on, I keep hearing about this “sex” thing.
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    Hi Brian, I know I haven't written to you in a while...but it's not like you've written back. So I've been living with my English teacher for a while now. Tony (that's his name, but I sometimes refer to him as Donovan), isn't that strict, but he makes sure I do at least some of my homework. And I've been going out with every girl could get. But my relationships tend short and painless about a week or two. Meanwhile, my best friend Matt has been dating his future wife Alfreda for like a month
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    "I'm thinking about asking Alfreda to be my girlfriend?" It was near the end of the summer. I was actually having a cool time living Donovan. I especially loved it when Matt came over. The three of us sat in Donovan's living room watching TV and eating pizza. We were having a good time until Matt brought up the subject. He just had to ruin my night by saying those words. "I'm thinking about asking Alfreda to be my girlfriend?" I almost dropped my pizza. Donovan chuckled, "Wow."
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    Summer had come. The sun was shining, And I was in my bed making out with my boyfriend. My boyfriend...it felt great saying that. My boyfriend Matt. Matt, my boyfriend. My boyfriend is Matt. Matthew Edwards is my boyfriend. My boyfriend is Matthew Edwards. He pulled away to get air, "Wow." He grasped lying on top of my bare chest with his hand sliding against my side. "Yea." I giggled, moving my hand under his T-shirt. He wasn't ready to take it off yet, but h
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    Hi, Brian, it's James, So right now our father is god knows. I've been staying at best friend Matt's house for three weeks. I like his family, but I can't take living with them. They have a lot of rules and stuff like that.You know what I mean? I'm thankful that Matt's parents took me in and all, but they are getting on nerves. The only good thing is that every night Matt lays in bed with me. We talk (he's a really good listener) and we fall asleep together. I know it's strange but it's actuall
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    I didn’t know where my parents were. I didn’t feel like I wanted to be around a happy family like the Edwards. I didn’t want to be alone. I didn’t know where else to go. So I knocked on Donovan’s apartment door. I didn’t know what I was going to say to him. I just felt like needed to be there. He opened the door. “Hi.” I squealed, “I’m sorry for bugging you…I’m…I hope I’m not interpreting anything…” as I started to enter I saw a woman sitting on this couch. “Hi, there.” I waved.
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    May 12 will always a date in my head. May 12 is the day I wish to forget but always will remember. May 12 was the day my trust started to break. May 12 started as a normal morning, well normal to me. I rolled out of bed, put on some oversized clothes, and thought about how much I hated going to school. Dad wasn't home, he was "out of town", which meant he was doing who knows what. That wasn't new. "Mom," I called walking into the living room. My mom was sitting on the couch s
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    "Hey Fag!" Joey screamed at me as I entered the school building. Luckily Matt wasn't around to hear it. Yet I kind of wish he was. That way he could comfort me about it. But then I would have to talk about it. "Why do you keep calling me that?" I whined. "Because you got cocksucker written all over your face." I wondered what the hell he was talking about. But I knew if I couldn't fight him. I just held my breath.
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    Dad only came home that one night that mouth. He came home drunk mumbling under his breath. I manage to stay hidden while he finished and dropped about two or three more beers. "Jimmy honey." My mom said sweetly. She shut the door and sat down on my bed next to me with the make-up kit. "Your dad passed out on the kitchen floor. Are you okay?" She smirked. I sat up and saw her beaten up face, "Mom?" "Yea honey?" "Do you ever get tired of this? Why do we always have to do this?"
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    I walked through the halls on our first day of high school, with Matt right by my side. I kept looking over at him sweating and shaking. Damn, he's so cute when he's freaking out. I wasn't worried until I saw Matt's small body being flung up against the lockers. I didn't mention to Matt that I already knew who was pinning him down. Beanie Macro and I were neighbors. His father would make you bleed for not putting ice in his drink. I guess it wasn't shocking that Beanie was pinning do
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    “So how your date with Alfreda?" I asked Matt as we walked to his house from school. I found out from a group of girls that Matt and Alfreda had a date. "It wasn't a date! She just came over to my house for dinner and rumors got started. That's it." He said. I swallowed, "Did you two kiss or anything?" "No." He laughed. “Oh” I nodded. I never thought much about Alfreda. She had been a classmate of ours since kindergarten, though she was teacher’s pet who really didn’t
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    I got my first stand of facial hair, my dad was so proud. The two of us were standing at the bathroom minor gazing the small brown hair above my lips. "You're starting to become a man." He smiled. "Next you're picking up girls left and right." He chuckled "Just like your old man." "Picking up girls?" I asked. I always knew dad that a way with women, I mean I had probably hundred half siblings running around. I knew of the two that were living in the building, Stacy, the smoker te
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    Is it possible to have you'll heart beaten out of you? Is it possible to wish to be seen yet wish to blend in with wall? It's impossible to ignore. But maybe it's possible to run. I started writing in this black spiral notebook when I was around 11. It was stupid. They didn't even rhyme. I just had all these words racing through my head. I don't even know where I got this stuff from, but I just felt that I had to write them down. I wrote feeling a small unlighted firework in my jean p
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    I hear the sounds of yelling. I feel the touch of broken glass. I taste the flavor of blood. I sniff the smell of alcohol. I see the sight of burses. These are the five senses of my life, My earliest memories were sitting on my busted up bed hearing the sounds of my parents yelling with a backdrop of beer bottles breaking. "Come on Gina." My dad would scream. “I am not getting you more beer." My mom would scream back. I would try to be quiet, but my whine alwa
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    James Esposito grew up projects in Brooklyn in the 1980's. His whole life being haunted by his fear of turning into his abusive alcoholic father. While has parents come in and out of his life, he finds guidance in his English teacher who his helps explore his love for writing and to come to terms with his sexuality, discovering that he is falling madly in love with his best friend. James battles himself and his close-minded environment to come out and find who he truly is.
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    Boyfriend. I remember the first time Cory say that word. It was the summer. It was a perfect situation at the time. My dad had his night when he went out and when he was home he never really questioned me spending hours in my locked bedroom with my male best friend. We were making out like crazy. Him digging into my bare back. Me grabbing on to his collar. A lot of rubbing. He pulled away for air. His curls were dripping with sweat. “So are we like boyfriends?” he asked.
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    While Matt was sleeping on my chest, I thought about sex in another way. The sex was amazing, we even went a few more rounds…but…I couldn't stop my mind from wondering. I was a terrible person. I am a terrible person. I must be. There I am laying next to this wonderful guy in great college dorm that somehow managed to get and I for some reason I can't feel satisfaction. My mind kept going back and forth. I'm happy. I'm not happy. I banged my head on the pillow. What is wrong with me? What can
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    I was in my bed making out with my boyfriend. My boyfriend…it felt great saying that. My boyfriend Matt. Matt, my boyfriend. My boyfriend is Matt. Matthew Edwards is my boyfriend. My boyfriend is Matthew Edwards. He pulled away to get air, "Wow." he grasped lying on top of my bare chest with his hand sliding against my side. "Yea." I giggled, moving my hand under his T-shirt. He wasn't ready to take it off yet, but he let me put my hands underneath it. He took a breath and move in on my
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