Another Gay Writer

I had an overwhelming headache in the morning. The half case beer was on the other side of the bed. I wish I could say that I got drunk enough to forget what happened the night before. That was the goal. But no, I actually remembered everything. "Oh my god." Shawna grasped when I finished the twisted fairy tale of drunken prince in English class. "Yup." I smirked. "The strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde," Our English teacher said. "Discusses of the themes of good vs evil and the dual nat

"What about David Johnson?" Shawna whispered to me as danced with to each other at some classmate's party. "I would say he's a 7." I chuckled. Things had been great with Shawna. We had gotten much so closer since I came out. She had really embraced me as her gay best friend; she even called herself a faghag in training. "What about Mitch Goldberg? He's a pretty good dancer." I asked her motioning to the very white boy doing the disco. She laughed, "A 6, he's okay for a white boy. But too do

"You kissed him?" He wouldn't look at me, "Well I think it was more like he kissed me...What am I going to do?" I put my hands on my temples, "So you...like him? Larry?" He shook his head, "No, not like that. I mean he's okay, but it wasn't like that. It just happened...and...it felt.." "Good?" I guessed. He looked at the floor and blinked, "It conformed everything that I've been trying to ignore for half my life." I nodded. I knew I would eventually have to tell him. But looking at Matt,

[i]I hear the deepest part of hell is ice.[/i] [i]Even Satan himself is trapped in the burning cold.[/i] [i]Cold and hot do co-exist as a bipolar device.[/i] [i]How one can feel heat and froze at the same time is to yet unfold. [/i] Our senior ski trip ruined everybody's make-up. Matt and Alfreda were basically planning their wedding. Shawna and I had developed a great (still non-sexual) romantic relationship. The four of us had certain friendly structure. Matt and I were still best friends, and

Thank you so much. And the next chapter should be up

"What do you think of Holden's thoughts of the museum?" Shawna asked me sitting across from me while we were on a 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've an interesting chat with Holden Caulfield. "I love that part, how it symbolizes a frozen and peaceful world." I said biting into

You would think that I would be excited to that my lost in a dream brother was standing in front of me. But 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." He whispered trying to calm me down. It didn't work. I stormed out without looking back. %%%%% "So how was your day boy?" Dad asked while he was eating dinner with Donovan and I. He just happen to be in town and of course Tony felt the need to feed him.

"My mom's gone and my dad's drinking again" I simply yelled out walking into Matt's living room. In an instinct 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 repeating 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 desc

My dad and I haven't really talked deeply since he got back. I told him little things about living with Tony, things like his cooking, hanging out with Matt and Alfreda. "Jimmy, I've been hearing that you did some movie thing while I'll was gone." He said at dinner one night. We ate fast food all the time. Looking back I wished I've told him to eat a salad or two. "What?" I asked stuffing fries in my mouth. "I heard you stared in somthin for some film project at the school. Wow, my boy, a mo

I try to ignore you. I try to forget you. But I can't stay indifferent. You are a part of me. I wish I could say that I had forgotten about my parents. I wish I could say at I honestly felt at home with Donovan. I wish I could say I was satisfied. "Hunter, you've got mail." Donovan said walking into our apartment, "It's a postcard from your dad." I bitterly took it form him and threw it in the trash. "Why did you do that?" "Why couldn't he just visit?" I bit, I didn't mean to direct it

I waked into the apartment to find Donovan watching TV on the couch. "How was you date?" he casually asked. "He was a creep." I said. He got up, "Sit down, kick off your heels, and I'll get the ice cream." I laughed dropping on to the couch, "Ice cream?" He sat back down handing me a half-gallon of ice cream and a spoon. "Yea, ice cream is always good after a bad date." He said digging into the strawberry. "So what happened?" I took a bite of the cookies and cream…he was right it did make

They see it. They all see it. I feel like they see that I'm not living. There's a hole in my heart that stops it from beating. There's a faithless spirit in my soul that stops it from believing. There's too much nothing. I'm alive but I'm not living. *** "How is it that someone great and as hot as you doesn't have a boyfriend?" Shane chuckled at me as we got in the booth. I laughed. "Waitress." he called. Then he appeared. Matt...yea Matt walked up to our table dressed as a waitress.

I hate my body. I spend the night tossing in my bed biting my lip trying to stop the movement in my hips. In my mind this guy was on top of me. Rubbing against each others bare skin. My lips on his. His hands all over me, I mean all over me. I was breathing heavily. I was boiling hot. I was whispering "oh my god". Don't matter how much I tried to change it, I still woke up drooling on my pillow. %%%%% "You going to think I'm crazy." Matt said popping up at my locker. I laughed, "I already k

Hey Jake its 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, in fact they're basicly planning their wedding…so that's going on. I've been dating a lot too…but um…nobody special. Just hit and runs. I've had sex with…multiple girls by now… the girls seem to think I'm good at you know the sex stuff. But just out of curiously… how pleasurable is sex supposed to be? I mean I k

Note: This chapter maybe a little different and I hope yall like it. This one has SEX, and it's supposed to be an awkward,creepy, badly written sex scene. (And you'll see why). And if your mad at James at the end, that's reasonable. Hope yall enjoy. 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 meant, but

I was making out with Mario Lopez…in my head. In reality it was Amber Cross. I starting to mastered being able to kiss girls…but there was more. Amber was one those "easy" girls that wore slutty clothes and "did more than kissing". I didn't realized what that meant until Amber started rubbing her hand against my crotch. I didn't know what to do…and it wasn't really a "bad" feeling, so I did nothing. The real problem was when she grabbed my hand and placed it one of her boobs. My mind was freakin

Lovely poem. Interesting style. I really like how you used this chain reaction to touch on many thermic ideas. Good vs Evil. Beauty. Fake vs Real. Direction. Like it's about nothing, yet it's about everything.

I like how you paint the life style of the rich gay men. These three characters are interesting together.

Dear Digital Dairy, Today I was at the bus stop waiting for bus, when something sparked my interest. There I am some semi-sheltered college student sitting at a metro bus stop in the rain, waiting to go home. So I sat back under the stop's roof getting my umbrella out when this homeless woman came along. She had four huge bags of stuff, two of which were in a small cart, and a worn out child's bicycle. She sat her stuff a few feet away form me. Now we were at a horrible intersection. It's six roads across. There's traffic. There's bad drivers. And there no street lights or any sort of stop signs. It's a war zone. I would never cross this intersection. I mean I rearranged my entire bus route so I would never have to cross it. Even being near it, I'm scared I'll get run over. But this homeless woman picked up one bag and walked across. She didn't even look both ways or walk cautiously. She just carried her bag across six roads to a burger king on the other side. Then she walked back and got her second bag doing the same thing with it, all it the rain. I just couldn't stop watching her scared someone would hit her. She at one point looked over at me watching her. I think she thought I was looking down on her with disgust or discomfort. Probably because most people do. But I was looking at her because I was curious about why she was crossing this terror street. But then I realized something, she NEEDS to cross it. For whatever reason she needs to do that for survival. That's how our bodies work. I've never needed anything like that. There difference between feeling hungry and starving. When I think about I've always had money in my wallet (don't matter how little), a cell phone in my pocket, and someone to call. I've never needed to cross dangerous roads. Now has that helped me or hurt me? I don't always know. Esther Night

Hi Jake 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 I of course keep my relationships short and painless about a week or two. I pretty much have figured out the perfect routine: discuss gossip and fashion o

These hormones were driving me crazy. These dreams were getting more intense and harder to figure out. Matt and I are kissing on Donovan's couch. It's soft and slow, yet hot and passionate. I pull away. My close my eyes and try to change him into a girl. The hottest girl I could think of. The kind of girls on magazine covers. Huge breast, a nice butt, pretty face, whatever a 15-year-old boy could want. A half-naked supermodel appears top of me. I force a smile and kiss her. But within five seco

"I'm thinking about asking Alfreda to be my girlfriend, you know made it official?" Matt bubbled. It was now 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 dropped my pizza. Donovan chuckle

Hi Jake its James, So right now our father is god knows where chasing my mother. 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. See, I really didn't grow up with a lot rules and stuff like that. When your parents spent a lot of time bars and don't really pay attention to you, you don't see them parents. You know I mean? I'm thankful that Matt's parents took me in and all, but they are getting on nerves. I can't eat ice cream

Matt opened the door and grabbed me into a warm hug. Oh god he gave the best hugs. Mr. and Mrs. Edwards got up from the couch and both gave me a small hug. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Mr. Edwards questioned. "Are you hungry? What do want me make you? Pancakes? Waffles? Anything?" Mrs. Edwards exploded. "I'm fine and Donovan feed me." I said addressing them both. Matt stepped in front of them, "I have your backpack upstairs." "Hey boys." Donovan spoke up. "Why don't you two go hang out

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 one of the history teachers. “Hey Ms. Tomkins is here.” I wave