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Woof Woof! Thank you for reading!

Jimmy You gotta love shuttles. You don't have'ta drive anywheres by yourself and try to deal with all the nasty snow and stuff. The Shuttle Service gets to take care of all that. Me, I can just look out the window and watch all the pretty stuff go by. I love the pine trees with all the snow on 'em. It looks like a Christmas card all around up in here! Always has. It's nice not havin' to work up here and just be a tourist for a change. When you're workin' you don't get to really t

Yaaay!!! They're really easy if you do the two pan trick. My character Snowflake makes them in the nude but I wouldn't recommend that if you use hot butter.

Thank you, @mogwhy. I apologize. I was having a Ru Paul diva moment. Swedish pancake crepes aren't that hard. The trick is the two pan thingie. Trying to flip a crepe takes a lot of practice and a lot of ruined crepes. Flour is too expensive for me to waste it like that these days.

Wow, I went through all that work of capturing my crepe recipie and film and no one even cared. Gee thanks.

I am sure that he is a Guardian even now.

My answer will be very boring if you want the truth so you needn't publish it if you do not wish to. I would avert my eyes and disappear in plain site. I'm single for a reason. I am painfully shy and now I no longer have the charm of youth to compensate for that.

Soooooo sweet! I could just eat Ariel up with a SPOON! He is so adorable!

Indeed, @Carlos Hazday is incredible!

One of my very favorite stories by Comicality is 'Kiss of an Angel' which follows the first love of Ariel, an angel of a boy who has two left feet and the sweetest disposition ever given to a heart. The object of his love is the angelically beautiful and exquisitely good natured Tyler who is madly in love with Ariel in return though Ariel has a hard time believing it. It is a lovely spin off from one of Comsie's other popular romances 'New Kid In School'. You can find the story here: Because I love the 'happy vibe' of this story so much I created a playlist soundtrack for it. I've coupled it with a graphic I came up with for a cover. The painting is not mine. I will look up the artist again so I can credit him. I love his work! I love this story SO much! It just makes me happy all over! I could eat Ariel up with a spoon I swear! He's such an adorable character! If you haven't indulged yourself in this story I greatly encourage you take the time. It's like literary cocoa! Art: Soundtrack:

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"Only death awaits . . ." 😈

"Because, I'm a man!" ~ Molto Bene!

I was just thinking along these lines earlier. The question : Why won't people help? Fear. Fear of getting pulled into something they can't handle. Fear of reprisals by an overreaching government. Fear of duplicitous criminals that take advantage of your good nature. Fear of not knowing what is right to do and what is 'wrong' to do. Fear, fear, fear . . . Those that control fear control us. The only thing that can destroy fear is love. We need to love one another as we love ourselves. If you are a homeless fourteen year old you'd be crying (literally) for help! If you are a 40-something year old in a position to help you need to help that fourteen year old you. How to you get into a 'position' to help? Find a need. Learn about it through research on the Internet which makes things dead simple. Fill that need! Gay retired people are always asking me: "What can I do with myself now?" I tell them to go to the LGBT Youth center and do stuff that they need to have done! Go to the AIDS crisis center and help out there. Become an advocate for the homeless and the drug addicted in our neighborhood. There are literally a million things that need doing when time is finally given back to you from being a Wage Slave all your life! Etc, Etc. PSA done.

B-b-b-b-b Bobby Jeanette?

Hehehehe!

I am indeed ready and waiting. Right on my bed with my sexy little tushe stuck in the air! Oops! My chestnut hair is graying but I still have my greenish/hazel eyes and my long legs are better than ever! Thanks to Snowflake and his inspriation that I needed to do his cross-country ski training as my fitness regimen. Hehehe!

mmMMmmmm. Meow! Kitty LOVES! Where do I get a Tanner?

Taryn's references to the joys of seeing the dawn come are very poignant. 💖

Because there are only two other things the Internet is good for in looking up things. One of them is GA. The other is what inspires some GA stories.

WANT!

Jon. Jon was his name. Not 'John' but Jon. It might have been short for Jonathan, but that was never made clear to me. I can't say that I was madly in love with Jon. At first we were just a couple of misfit toys that found each other in school. It was handy that he lived just down the hill from me. We were both Star Wars fanatics and so we had many a space adventure together. In our short time together we went from best friends/brothers to being 'interested' in each other as our bodies began having those kinds of feelings. Nothing ever got that serious. One time it almost did in my back yard under the chinese elm tree, but my preternatually psychic mother called us in before we could go much further than grinding through clothing. Even though she couldn't see anything she knew something was going on though nothing of that nature had ever happened before. We were only 11 and 12 at the time so neither of us knew what we were doing or why. To this day I am haunted by that day. Wondering what could have become of us if we had continued. Probably a lot of drama and misery because later we were 'broken up' in an agreement between his parents and mine. Jon was going in a direction I couldn't go. He was starting to sniff around drugs and trouble. Shoplifting things. I think the end of it really came when Jon pulled his dad's gun out and started playing with it around me. This scared me. Also, he started playing with fire . . . literally. That was my mom's reasons anyway. I have a feeling that Jon's dad's reasons were for something far less 'parental'. He sensed something was growing between his son and me that went beyond mere friendship. Jon was broken hearted and I was too though I turned very cold toward him. I had to. I was ordered to. I . . . always followed orders. My mom was my Emperor and I was her Darth Vader slave. I also knew that Jon scared me. My feelings for him I couldn't understand and his bizarre and dangerous behavior was very disturbing. During Jr. High I lost track of Jon. He tried many times to entice me back into his new world of Heavy Metal, Drugs, and a 'close' friend who, strangely, was another blonde boy (highly unusual in my school being that I went to a minority school). But, by that time I'd made new friends and one, in particular, was trying to catch my eye. His name was Jose ('JOEseph'). That relationship too would die before it ever got anywhere, much to my lasting sadness. I was a 'good' boy then and had recognized through the vicious browbeating of others that what I was was called. 'Gay'. To be Gay, for me then, was to be 'wrong'. A pervert and mortal sinner (I was very religious then. A devout Catholic). It also meant certain death because AIDS had just risen to full power. That was all the proof I needed that God hated homosexuality. It was a preview of Judgement Day. It was the First Tribulation. So, when JOEseph (Jose) wanted to make that move on me at the sleepover when I was fourteen, I ran away from him, terrified and yet longing for that touch I could NEVER have! Because I WANTED Jose. I wanted him very much. But, to have him meant all manner of troubles for me, not the leasewise was eternal damnation. I became a pariah after that. Jose was very popular and the correct rumours about what I was only gained strength through his influence. A lover scorned can be a terrible thing. Then High School came . . . but my Billy Chase never did. I wait for him still.

I, for one, am very thankful for the both of you. You have both supported me and my works since you got here. A small thing, perhaps, but one I'm very appreciative of.

Thanks @Uncle Bob

You are more than welcome! I thought we could all use something . . . up.