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Tears streamed down my face as I walked backwards along the old highway, my thumb extended beside me as I hoped and prayed someone would stop and give me a ride out of the hellhole that had been my home for twelve years. Yet at the same time I almost hoped someone didn’t stop. I’d been through enough in my young life to know that most people wanted something from you. Fuck, my own uncle had been porking me since I was seven. That’s right, my own uncle! So what do you think happened when I finall
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“I do hope you get the position,” Lynn, my wife of twelve years said as we drove up Meridian Street. “It’s about time you become a senior pastor of a major parish,” she went on to say. “After all, you’re over forty.” “Don’t remind me,” I admonished, and then I reminded her, “and don’t forget, they call them congregations up here.” “Whatever,” she replied and, even though I had my eyes focused on the road, I could picture her rolling her eyes as she always did when saying, ‘whatever’.
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“What are you doing staring at the faggot, Carlos?” my best friend, Juan, asked me. Fuck, I’d been caught! I’d let my guard down and I’d been caught staring at another boy, and not just any boy either. No, I was a Mexican American boy and I’d been caught by my best friend staring at an African American boy - a boy who was pretty much known to be gay. What the fuck was I gonna do? And then I had a thought - what did I have to lose? Why not go for broke, so I answered, “What if I were?”
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“This is so cool,” my boyfriend, Lance, said as he snuggled against me. We were sitting together, naked, in my parents’ Jacuzzi. Although we weren’t wearing anything, there was nothing sexual about it… at least not yet. We were just enjoying being together and sharing the wonder of our newfound love. As much as I wanted to make love to Lance in every sense of the word, I didn’t want to rush things. Lance was two years younger than me and, at thirteen, I didn’t want to push him into things he was
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A series of coming of age stories based in Indiana, the Crossroads of America. Controversy is the rule as the series explores topics such as abuse, homelessness, pedophilia, three-way relationships, aging out of foster care and gay teens dealing with a disability.
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When Josh and his family moved to the Lower East Side of Manhattan, he knew he'd be helping his dad to renovate their new apartment. It hadn't been touched since the building opened in the mid-1950s and it needed a ton of work. Even so, it cost as much as they got for their old matchbook house in Brooklyn - close to a million dollars - and the only way they could afford it was to gut it and renovate it themselves. Josh was no stranger to handiwork, having helped rebuild after Hurricane Sandy, when he was just seven and could barely hold a drill. Little did they know that this time they'd face a hurricane and a global pandemic.
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Jessica Greenly is worried about her reclusive teenage son, but then he announces he has something to tell his parents. She correctly guesses that Jake is about to come out to them, but her husband, Troy, doesn't take it well. When Troy suddenly leaves, Jake concludes he was responsible for his parents' breakup and in a colossal misunderstanding, he runs away. Little does he know that he wasn't the only one hiding in the closet. Jessica sets out to find her son, but she has a major decision to make, whether to try to put her family back together or to set off in a new direction with her son.
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My boyfriend completed his inpatient rehab and returned to New York against the backdrop of a country gone amok. Kyle settled in to live with me in my mom’s house, and received continued rehab therapies in the home, five days every week. It was much more expensive to receive it in the home than in an outpatient facility, but Mom insisted in paying for it, so he could avoid traveling to and from the nearest facilities that were equipped to handle pediatric brain injury patients, which were in Bro
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I was sitting on the piano bench in the front parlor, trying to revive my desire to start playing. It had been a while since I’d played the piano and although I didn’t have an interest in pursuing music as a career, I’d never gone so long without at least practicing. With a mother who was a professional opera singer and a father who was a conductor, both of them famous in their own right, perhaps I should have had more interest in the ‘family business’, but I adored science and planned to go int
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Kyle and I were attending a Black Lives Matter protest at Union Square with our best friends, Asher and Seth. Also, with us were our good friends, Clarke and Carl, and Clarke’s brother, Joseph, who was a law student at Columbia. Our friend Josh as well as his sisters and friends Larry and Dave were also with our group, as well as Dave’s uncles, but we got separated during the protest and for much of the evening, it had been just Kyle and me, with Clarke, Carl and Joseph. We’d all been having a g
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The light of the sun reflected off the highlights in Jacques’ hair as our barge made its way down the Seine. It was a lovely April day - just warm enough to go without a shirt as a gentle breeze caressed my skin. I was oh so fortunate, being allowed to travel on my own through Europe at such a young age. I’d always been precocious and had attended boarding school most of my life. It wasn’t that my parents didn’t love me, but they were far too busy to bother with raising a young boy. I did the ti
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“OK,” the lawyer said as she pointed to the page in front of me. “There are just two more places you have to sign, and then we’re done.” My husband, who was himself an attorney, had gone over the documents with a fine-tooth comb and he’d had one of his associates go through them as well, just in case he’d missed something important. He’d assured me that everything was in order and so I signed without hesitation, where the lawyer was pointing. “And here as well,” she added as she pointed to
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At long last I pulled into our garage, another workweek behind me. Traffic had been heavy on the way home and I was grateful to have finally arrived. Grabbing my laptop and my briefcase, which was overflowing with things I needed to work on over the weekend, I locked up my car and opened the door that connected the garage to our house The house was eerily silent and, for a brief moment, I hoped that our sixteen-year-old son, Jake, had gone out with friends. Sadly, I knew better. Jake was un
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Sitting together with my boyfriend in the living room alcove, in front of the window with its breathtaking view of the East River, Dave turned to me and exclaimed, “I can’t get over the change, Joshy. You guys did a fantastic job. It’s a whole new apartment!” “You helped with a lot of it, you know,” I replied. You did more than your share of the work. Not bad for someone who thought a screwdriver was a hammer a short time ago.” We both laughed, thinking back to when he said that. It ce
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Asher and I were picking up a few groceries at the local Fine Fare, less than a block from where we lived. We were still in the midst of the global pandemic and the city was on lock-down, as it had been since mid-March. For the first time in eons, the number of new cases in the city was actually falling and the death rate was going down. Things were looking up and the Governor was even talking about beginning to relax travel restrictions, even in The City. We were poised on the cusp of starting
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It was a very restless time for the boys in New York City. Forced indoors by the pandemic, the school year was coming to a close in name only, as much felt left undone in the paradigm of remote learning. Then on Memorial Day, a black man in Minneapolis was lynched by a white police officer who strangled the man with his knee, touching off a firestorm of pent-up rage. Naturally the boys had to get involved in the protests. They had to, but then one of their own fell victim to police use of excessive force
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Frank Moore was stymied by the need for a reference. In more ordinary times he’d visit the famed law library at NYU, ranked sixth on the National Jurist’s list of the top 199 law libraries in the United States, but the library was closed because of the lockdown. The same was true of the Columbia University law library, ranked twenty-third, or the Fordham University law library, ranked forty-sixth. Even if he took the time to drive to Ithaca upstate, the Cornell law library, ranked tenth on the l
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“Whatdaya mean, the Ragin’ Cajun’s closed?” Dave asked his boyfriend. It was nearly two o’clock and after trying for more than two hours to place an order for lunch from the Ragin’ Cajun through GrubHub, they’d finally been told that GrubHub was unable to reach anyone at the Ragin’ Cajun, even by phone. Figuring that Asher was probably busy in the restaurant’s kitchen, Josh texted Asher’s boyfriend, Seth, to ask what was up. That was when he discovered that the Ragin’ Cajun was closed for th
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David Schuster felt like he was living in an alternate reality. Like everyone else on the planet, his life had been upended and nothing about it was the same. It was as if everything was off-kilter – tilted slightly so that he was always on the verge of falling. Humans by nature are social animals and no amount of technology could substitute for the simple reassurance of a human touch. Social distancing might help to prevent spread of the virus, but it wasn’t normal. FaceTime with his boyfri
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For the residents of New York City, the Covid-19 pandemic took most by surprise. Schools closed and teens and preteens, used to seeing each other everyday, found themselves instead with parents and siblings. Online conferencing was a poor substitute for human touch and nothing could replace the kiss of a boyfriend or girlfriend. Dave had enough to worry about with his mother being as a nurse, but when she was admitted to the ICU at Bellevue, his uncles from Seattle and his boyfriend became his lifeline. He couldn't help but wonder, though, what would become of him if she didn't make it.
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“I don’t know, guys… I don’t think this virus is just gonna go away,” Seth said as we sat down to lunch at Stuyvesant High School. “What, you don’t believe the president when he says it’s under control?” I jokingly replied to our friends. “Not when he’s more concerned with how well the stock market is doing, Freck,” Kyle chimed in. “It won’t be doing well much longer,” I responded. “Not when the numbers start piling up.” “They’re already piling up,” Asher agreed. “If you look at
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The sound of three cell phone alarm clocks all going off at once was enough to wake the dead. One would have been enough, but my sisters and I figured that the chances of all three of our phones dying at once was nonexistent. I reached for my phone only to find it wasn’t there. Crap, I’d plugged it in last night and would have to get out of bed to shut it off. Sarah and Stacey, my sisters, had already shut off their phones and made their way to the bathroom to start getting ready for school. Sin
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When Josh and his sisters move from the Brooklyn neighborhood of Manhattan Beach to the Lower East Side of Manhattan, he quickly befriends a group of gay kids that go to Stuyvesant High School, where he's a freshman. His youngest sister, Robin, forges her own relationships with fellow students at the Salk School for Science. In the meantime Freck's mother attempts to make amends. All look forward to the festivals of Passover and Easter, but then a global Pandemic forces a change of plans.
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“I can’t believe you’re moving, Joshy,” Dimitri said as we walked around Manhattan Beach Park. It was a blustery winter day with overcast skies and angry swells on the Atlantic Ocean. The park was pretty much deserted, as there wasn’t even a beautiful view of the ocean today to attract runners and skaters. Nearby Brighton Beach was a better place for those things anyway. “First, you got into Stuyvesant,” he continued, “and now you’re moving to The City. You’re gonna live in Manhattan, man.”
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Not even a year has passed since Paul and I were reunited and yet it seems like we’d always been together. We met back in the summer of 1972, back when I was sixteen and Paul was thirteen, in a summer science training program at the University of Iowa. Over the course of six weeks, we became inseparable… and we fell in love. However, we were both from the Midwest and being gay in the Midwest in the 1970s was not something one talked about. Frankly, neither of us were ready to admit it back then,
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