MrM

I’ll soldier on. I want to see how Brandon does with all this too!

I think it’s the thesaurus of the ages.

I have been MrM since the dawn of the Internetz. It’s actually not ‘Mister Emm’ but the unpronounceable symbol that marks a tabby cat’s head. I should say unpronounceable by human type people. Cats say it just fine. 🐈

Thank you so much! If you want some crossreferencing, this chapter tracks along with Brandon Smiling entries 34-35. https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandonsmilingfromthebillychasechronicles/34 https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandonsmilingfromthebillychasechronicles/35

You think you have it bad! I'm bouncing between Marvel and Star Wars and both franchises have been pumping out good stuff lately!

And a Shazam! earring at that!

Ch. 6 - Crossings from In Chandler's Hands is now available: https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/in-chandlers-hands/6 Ann Marie Cross

Ann Marie Cross, also known by me since her birth as Mee Mee . . . I was eight going on nine when she was born and Jamie was going on five. Both of us boys were unsure about having a little sister join us. We barely managed to tolerate each other, so how were we going to deal with a sister? She wasn’t even a boy! But, when the magic day came and Mom brought little Mee Mee home, I was lost! I fell in love with that little girl right there and then and so did Jamie. She was definitely a

Benji

He's definitely pretty enough! I'd peg him more as Lee, though, cuz he has more intelligence in his eyes. Comsie had this in mind: I had this guy: Because he looks related to this gal (Marie): and this guy 💖: But I think they should be whatever you think they should be, @Page Scrawler

Volume 1 of Brandon Smiling concludes with: Entry 59: https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandonsmilingfromthebillychasechronicles/59 Entry 60: https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandonsmilingfromthebillychasechronicles/60 HAPPY PRIDE EVERYBODY! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 💙💗🤍💗💙 🖤🤎 🏳️‍🌈

Monday I ended up chatting a bit with Chandler before going to bed last night. He was nice enough to stay up with me. I don’t think either of us got much sleep last night. I told him about Billy and Benji and stuff, but not about my hairbrush. His advice for me with Billy was to continue playing ‘Hard To Get’. I told him about Billy’s reaction to this and he simply said, “Then it’s working!” That, basically, confused the living fuck out of me and I told him so with frownie 😡

Sunday I can’t seem to get Benji out of my mind. I found myself waking up, grinding away into my huggy-pillow again and totally remembering the dream I was having. Naturally, being me, I feel guilty about it, but not to the same degree I might have earlier this year. I know it’s perfectly natural for my hormone-crazy body to react to every little sexy thing it can, so I’m not guilty at all about that stuff anymore. My guilt is weird now. It’s . . . different. How can someone che

Christian Convery, the very definition of Too Cute in strawberry blond flavor . . . I’ve been binging the latest DC comic to be put to film and I’m, basically, loving the too cuteness of Christian Convery’s Sweet Tooth! Imagine Bambi as a human-ish boy and go from there . . .

Dammit! You made me cry!

It’s on the stove cookin’ away!

Benji’s Playground . . .

🎶I happen to know a little magic. It’s a talent that I always have possessed . . .🎶 Anyway, I kept feeling that my ultimate wet dream of a male specimen existed somewhere. My character Jusse ‘Snowflake’ Halla is a representation of that angel of the snow that I’ve always longed for. So, after a little candle magic and an earnest need to ‘find’ Snowflake, I did actually find him! I attended a Christmas At The Park event we have here in my city and in this park we have an ‘International Village’ that puts on how Christmas is celebrated all throughout the world where each ‘National Hut’ delivers music, food, and Christmas greetings from their particular country. I went to The House Of Finland, the country from which my Snowflake character was from, to indulge in Glog and Finnish Christmas Cookies. Lo and behold, faithful readers - like some scene out of Doctor Strange’s Multiverse Of Madness, HE stood there right in front of me! I swear to absolute Versace AND Halston, Snowflake, the guy of my dreams, stood there in front of me peeled right out of my imagination! Snow cap with a red poof, naturally platinum blond hair, flawless skin the color of white rose petals tinged with pink blush, and eyes so crystal blue and sharp that they could burn a hole right through your heart! He was 6’5 or something towering like that and . . . The MUSCLES on this guy! He WAS Snowflake, even with the funny accent and stilted way of speaking! The first Christmas I saw him I blubbered like a fool and got the cutest look of ‘WTF’ from him! The second Christmas, he was getting closer to ‘going off on his own’ and I mentioned if he ever had an interest in skiing! He did, but never had much of a chance to practice much. I told him . . . He might want to consider it! He looked at me like I was Gandalf telling him the secrets of the universe! Unfortunately for me, I could see why the Norns failed to draw our patterns together in their vast loom of fate. He was about 18 last I saw him where I . . . I am old enough to be his father. Time misaligned us or my love story might very well may have been my love story! I missed seeing him this past Christmas thanks to COVID, but I realize, he may be off becomeing an Olympic Champion somewhere, I hope! I may never see him again . . . But, perhaps it is for the best. Snowflake has a remarkable life ahead of him! I know! I wrote his story already. 😉

Entries 56 - 58 of Brandon Smiling are available for your reading pleasure: https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandonsmilingfromthebillychasechronicles/56 https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandonsmilingfromthebillychasechronicles/57 https://gayauthors.org/story/mrm/brandonsmilingfromthebillychasechronicles/58 Getting very close to the end of Volume 1.

Ah, to go so young! Be at peace, Juju! God only calls the young ones home because He couldn’t bear having them away for too long. ❤️

Friday Do you want me to be honest? I think the best word I can describe my feelings at this moment is that I am dismayed. Yeah, that’s not a word your typical fifteen year old would use, but it is the best one I have for the way I feel right now. For the first time, I’m really doubting Chandler’s advice! I haven’t hardly seen Billy for the past couple of days! When we sat together once yesterday, he was just not there! Like he didn’t even want to be near me! I must have ‘ma

Monday ’Scaur,’ hmmm . . . I’m not so sure about these guys and if I’d ever actually buy a ticket to see them, but since Bobby already has a ticket and it’s free then I guess I can check them out live. My Dad approved, though, he said that if there was anything ‘weird’ going on in the audience, “Just get out of there.” I would have asked him what ‘weird’ meant, but I figure I know already: passing drugs around, fights, guns going off, explosions, zombie apocolypses, and so forth. I am

Freaky Friday So, Billy, Bobby, and I had our little threesome this afternoon after school. All I have to say is . . . OH MY-Y GAWD! The level of adorable Billy was showing tonight should be criminal! How’s a simple guy like me supposed to not fall in love with THAT? He tried to play it off as ‘funny,’ but even Bobby wasn’t buying it! I caught Bobby rolling his eyes more than once at Billy’s little game of keep-away! I kid you not, I felt like I was already in a relationship

I'm working on the beginnings of Volume 2 and finishing up the last chapters of this volume. I'll keep it going for as long as I am able!