Another Gay Writer

May 12 is the day I wish to forget, but always will remember. May 12 was the day my trust started to break. It 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 smoking. She looked awful. Her skin had no color in it.

I used to watch to soap operas with my mom. “Mom.” I called her. She passed me the bag of dollar store donuts, “What babe?” “If Johnny says that he loves Carol, then why dose he cheat on her with Elizabeth?” I asked biting into the cheap sweet. She took a slip of rum, “Because he’s a man.” She laughed. “What?” She started jokey waving her glass around, “All men are pigs. It’s in their nature.” “Do you really believe that?” “Jimmy, I believe people are naturally bad.” She kissed

Thank your review. And yea Josh is being a little reckless right now but its needed. Oh since chapter 4 is going to take a while I was wondering if you could please check out my other story, "It wasn't me". That's kind of my main novel. So please if you could check out at least a few chapters.

Thank your review. And yea Josh is being a little reckless right now but its needed. Oh I was wondering if you could please check out my other story, "It wasn't me". That's kind of my main novel. So please if you could check out at least a few chapters.

Yes they were both at a temple about to say their vows when Josh walked in. Now what Tina knows is a very good question and so far she hasn't really been a part of the story. I don't want to spoil anything for you, but you'll see a little more of her.

I was hanging out at a gay bath house. I know it’s creepy, but it was a great place to think about sexuality. I think it was first time in my life that allowed myself to actually think about it. I guess I was attracted girls and all. That was never really the problem. But it was something different about me. I guess girls were the easiest thing. There was sex ed. There was social society. There my dad's pressure. There was always an explanation for girls. But there was no book or class on bein

Okay I have to let it out. I'm crying my heart out right now. I'm broken. My favorite actor Robin Williams has died. The second I saw the headline I started crying. My brother was making fun of me for crying but I don't care. See everybody growing up watching him I was amazed how much talent a person could have. He could play any thing. He could a hundred voices and all of them spoke to me. He could make us laugh . He could make us cry. He could make us feel. Watching him, made me want to make movies. He made me want me want to entertain. He was my top example of what being an entertainer meant. When I was lonely, he was my goofy friend. When I was cold and heartless, he touched me and reminded me that I was only human. I knew that he was a little troubled. Most brilliant people are. I know had he struggled with drugs and depression. But the road to his death dose not change my image of him. RIP Robin Williams, and though you never met me you have impacted me more than you know.

Thank you for your review! I would be curious as to what you would like to see.

Thank you for reading! I won't spoil it for you, but I think we should all keep in mind it sometimes the first boy isn't always the right boy.

I hear the sounds of yelling. I feel broken glass. I taste blood. I sniff the smell of alcohol. I see the sight of burses. These are the five senses of my life. 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. "You better get your ass in here son." My dad thundered. I tried to rush to my bed to pretend that I was asleep (it worked once or twice). However before

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Thank you for reading! The next chapter is awaiting approval! And as for the pic, I just searched rainbows and found it.

"I hate him." I screamed stomping into Tina's living room where the girls stood around Tina as they did her hair. I hated all this wedding shit. "I hate him. He's nothing but an annoying, whining, little, white boy." My dear friend and Tina's roommate, Delia wrapped an arm around my waist, "What's wrong honey?" "Cory is what's wrong." I yelled walking into another room where Tina wasn't, "I don't know what I ever saw in him." I sat down on Delia's bed. It was white with a gold design. She w

I didn't want to be his best man. I wanted to be his man. I didn't want to be his best friend. I wanted to be his boyfriend. "Choose Drew, he's your brother, he should your best man." I told Cory sweetly sitting on his bed in our old pad, my smile masking the real reason. I pushed back my short straight brown hair and rubbing my goatee. Best mans, bride maids dresses, cakes, halls, it was starting to sink in. Until now I always thought Cory and Tina were a just playing house. I hoped that sh

"I didn't want to be his best man; I wanted to be his man. I didn't want to be his best friend; I wanted to be his boyfriend."

This is an interesting story. I like how you dropped it into the moment and that you play it out before revealing any background information. I really find Tommy very interesting. He dose stop nor eggs on the man's behavior and I also find it interesting it instead of him identifying as heterosexual, he (at least in my view) appeared to be more asexual in his sexual confusion and isolation.

I walked through the halls on our first day of high school, with Matt right be 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 pining down a harmle

"So how your date with Alfreda?" I asked Matt as we walked to his house from school. I found out form a group of girls that Matt asked Alfreda out. "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 make out or anything?" "No" He laughed. So many feelings were running my head. The thought of her kissing him made me sick, yet I couldn't help thinking how she could not want to kiss him. I had to shake my head. I

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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. 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 teen mom and Bobby drunken

[i]Is it possible to have you'll heart beaten out of you?[/i] [i]Is it possible to wish to be seen yet wish to blend in with wall?[/i] [i]It's impossible to ignore.[/i] [i]But maybe it's possible to run from.[/i] I started writing in this black spiral notebook. It was stupid. They didn't even rhyme. I just had all these words racing though 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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Thank for your review, it means so much to me. And yes, I wanted it to be more than just a gay story, I wanted James to be complex and relate to everybody in some way. I glad you saw that.

My earliest memories were sitting on my busted up bed hearing the sounds of my parents yelling with a backdrop beer bottles breaking. "Come on Gina" my dad would scream. "Bud, I love you too much to see you like this." My mom would scream back. I would sit there crying, reading Peter Pan. "Come to Neverland, you'll never grow up there." I would try to be quiet, but my wine always seemed to echo though the small apartment. "What's wrong with you Jimmy? Why you crying?" His voice would bomb my roo