Jack Scribe

Shortly after being transferred to the Naval Air Station, I visited the Backstreet Bar in midtown Memphis. It was a hot, sultry Wednesday night and I wanted to check out the gay action at one of the most popular bars in the city. I was used to heads turning when I walked into any bar. My New York modeling experience had taught me how to walk with a natural but provocative flair, without appearing smug or unapproachable. To be honest, I enjoyed the attention and tonight was no exception. I l

DAVE I felt excitement as I looked at this elegant old building. “This is the best dry barbeque restaurant in town. I think that you’ll enjoy the food,” Mike said, as we entered this smoky den of the past. “The Rendezvous has been around for a long time. Everyone calls it the ‘Vous.’ This is a real piece of Memphis history.” The interior was well worn but appeared to be well maintained and clean. The exposed brick walls and dark heavy wood beams of the ceiling gave the rooms a stu

DAVE I trotted down the hill thinking, ‘Jesus, what just happened in the locker room between Mr.…err…Mike and me? I mean, besides getting my rocks off with this cool guy.’ After running on almost empty for nearly two years, in the space of two days I’d certainly rebounded. ‘Still need to get my tank filled though.’ Smiling, I yelled out loudly, “Fill it with premium,” as I crossed the boundary street demarking ‘officer’s country’ and returned to the reality of enlisted life. ‘What is it

MIKE After the meeting with Dave and taking time to downshift my libido back to first gear, the rest of the morning progressed fairly normally. The Admiral’s chief steward, a distinguished older man with short, snow-white hair, had indeed called about the ten cases of Far Niente Chardonnay from California. I had arranged for the club officer at the North Island Naval Air Station in San Diego/Coronado to buy the wine directly from the winery. The plan had been that the Admiral’s wine would f

DAVE The trip to the Special Services building was a double success; Jim introduced me to a few more guys with whom I’d be working, and the P.O. on duty issued me two ‘large’ lifeguard trunks. I would have a little more on-the-job room for ‘Davey’. Most importantly, by the time we arrived at the mess hall for dinner, we felt at ease with one another. It was like being pals and we could often already finish each other’s sentences. Of course, grabbing and jerking each other does promote

Jim was also leaving his room, carrying a shopping bag. We said our “hi’s”, walked over to the rec room together and Jim poured the coffee. I was glad we were meeting in this casual way; I couldn’t have planned it any better. We figured out we both drink our coffee black. “We’ve got a few minutes before we leave,” Jim said after checking the coffee temperature by taking the first sip. “Need to be on the 0740 base bus that will take us up the hill. First, here are a couple of lifeguard trunk

I conjured up what this mystery man, who was my new roomie, might be doing on the side. ‘A thousand bucks can buy a lot of shit,’ I thought as I recalled the quality of the wardrobe in the closet. If that was he in the desk picture, Brent sure ranked high on the stud meter. Clearly, the girl friend was a perfect match; at least on a superficial level. Almost like a merging of models from the cover pages of Men’s Health and Self magazines. The email window was still glowing but I didn’t worr

It was moving day. Now that I had become permanent enlisted staff for the base, I would live in housing that offered a little more privacy. I wouldn’t miss living with 50 horny guys in the same room and sharing the ‘three S’s’ – showering, shitting and sleeping. As I stood outside the student barracks, personal possessions at my feet, I discovered that I didn’t know how to find my new home. Building 3-D. Being confined to the training ‘campus’ as a student, I hadn’t had time to be a part of the

The spring before our high school graduation, Russ was accepted at Northwestern University as a pre-med student. I, not knowing what I wanted to do in my adult life, planned to not venture too far from home. So, I was safely bound for Minnesota State University – Mankato. My freshman year at MSU was fairly uneventful and I established serious study habits. 16 credits of introductory liberal arts classes gave me a chance to discover where I wanted to direct my future at a measured pace. My r

Life was pretty neat growing up in St. Paul. Although the Minnesota winters could be brutal, my friends and I craved the sledding and snowball fights on the slopes of the closed municipal golf course near my home. During summer vacation from school, I hung out at the city park’s outdoor pool to keep cool and take advantage of the swimming program for kids. Guys from the high school’s swim team taught us ‘minnows’ how to swim and learn the different strokes for racing. By the time I reached the r

NOVEL. Four young men from different socio-economic backgrounds meet while serving in the U.S. Navy. Relationships and a natural support group slowly develop. Book 1 of the Splash trilogy.

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SHORT STORY. 2007 Fairy Tale Anthology - It's been 70 years since Peter Pan romped around Neverland with Wendy and The Boys, and he's lonely. Tink picks up on Peter's unhappiness and hatches a plan to change that.

“Damn it, Tink, Neverland has been a real drag since the Lost Boys went home with Wendy, Michael and John,” Peter Pan said to his fluttering and flittering friend, Tinkerboy…or Tink for short; this newest fairy of the realm had come back in the pixie-dust form of a male. Peter Pan figured that there was some sort of cycle that the Wizard of the Universe used in dispatching guardian fairies to him. The one before had been a ‘bell’. “Well, Peter, screw those bastards if they don’t want to kee

FIVE TO ONE A short story by Jack Scribe All characters and events in this story — even those based on real people — are entirely fictional. It contains language that, due to its content, should not be read by anyone. This disclaimer is an homage to the gang at South Park “Man, I’m running late for work,” Ollie said to himself, rushing to leave the house that he visited on a frequent basis. “But I can still get there on time if the cops aren’t out and about, eh?” With

SHORT STORY. For Oliver, deception has become a way of life. Who's kidding who?

GOBLINS AT THE DOOR A Short Story by Jack Scribe This was the first Halloween night in five years that Eric would be manning the front door alone to welcome all the little ’uns out for the annual treat grab-fest. It was also the first time that he had made the apples dipped in caramel and rolled in nuts for the evening, solo. Eric watched the afternoon talk shows in the kitchen as he prepared the treats for the kids in his Fairfax neighborhood. ‘Has it really been eight months since

SHORT STORY. 2006 Fall Anthology. Halloween trick or treating leads to a romance.

Here's a touching comment from a blog: I'm a 45 year old father of four and my oldest daughter is 22 and gay. She was raised Catholic and attended Mass every week, her mother and I never knew of her attractions to same sex because our daughter kept herself busy with school, sports, music that we just thought she didn't have time for a relationship of any sorts. She came out during her Junior year of high school like it was no big deal, here it is "surprise"! It affected her mother more than myself, but I did say a few things that I will regret for the rest of my life. Later when we were alone I asked her how she knew she was gay and being the intelligent person that she is she replied "Well dad, when did you realize you weren't gay"? I told her "I never had to make that decision I just wasn't attracted to the same sex" she laughed and said "Well dad I never decided to to be gay I've just never been attracted to the opposite sex". With that single statement I now understood my daughter and was able to cope with her sexuality. All you parents with young kids, some of which will be gay I hope and pray you can see that in most cases it is not a decision to be gay or straight, don't make it harder on your child than it already is. This poor boy probably struggled with this his whole life and fell victim to a shame that was unwarranted and projected by a couple of morons with a webcam who's parents obviously never taught them that just because something is different doesn't necessarily make it wrong it just makes it different. The religious zealots that shout damnations upon the sinners have never truly heard of felt the word of God..ignore them. There is no greater heart or kinder spirit than that which dwells in my daughter, she is an incredible person who continues to make me proud to be her father! I will pray for this boy and his family that they can embrace his memory and love him for what he was. I will also pray for the two morons that they too can find peace and be forgiven for their actions.

This is Andy's take on the California politican's DWI violation earlier this week...after visiting a Sacramento gay bar and imbibing too much. GOP Lawmaker Demands Recall of Car That Drove Him to Gay Club SACRAMENTO (The Borowitz Report) - Anti-gay California State Sen. Roy Ashburn today demanded a sweeping recall of the vehicle that drove him to a gay nightclub this week. Sen. Ashburn, a Republican who has consistently voted for anti-gay legislation, said that the car drove him to the club

Yeah, I'm not sure why. I suggest going to http://www.latimes.com/ and finding the Bill Plascke column. He's an excellent writer - I only posted the beginning. Oh, Canada...BTW, the Canooks just won their gold in Hockey. What a helluva North American finish. Congrats to Canada!

Terrific Olympics, terrific hosts! Here's an excerpt from the LA Times leading sports columnist: There was a lot to like about these Olympics, but nothing more than the Canadian people. By Bill Plaschke It was after midnight, a week ago, the U.S. had earlier defeated Canada in a preliminary-round Olympic hockey game, the emptying streets wet, the mood soggy. I was returning from our nightly visit to the giant four-pronged Olympic flame with my 15-year-old daughter, Mary Clare, who was wearing an American flag like a cape, and a smile like a necklace. It was one of the first times she wore something that didn't represent her high school or favorite sports team. It was one of the first moments she may have realized the pride in being an American. And here came the Canadian. He appeared to be in his late 20s. He was wearing a scruffy beard, a pale bandanna, and wild stare. He jumped in front of Mary Clare on a darkened patch of sidewalk and started shouting. "Eh, eh, eh!" he said. She froze. Her brave and resourceful father also, um, froze. At which point the man stuck out his hand. "High-five, eh?" he said. "Great game, America. You won fair and square. We'll see you in the finals." Before disappearing into the shadows, the man looked back at me with what appeared to be a wink. "I know what you were thinking, but that's not how we do it here," he said. "We're Canadian." I thought of this incident later when, spying on Mary Clare's Facebook page as all brave and resourceful fathers should do, I came across a line about her Olympic experience that stunned me in its simple honesty. "I love Canada," she wrote. Come to think of it, so do I. Forget the medal counts and podium ceremonies, there was only one true winner here, the beauty and breadth of its land equaled only by the daily kindness of its people. Canada, you were gold. For two weeks, you lived your anthem, your hearts glowing like that moon that hung nightly over the Burrard Inlet, a light on the front porch of a house that felt like a home. Here's the complete column: http://www.latimes.com/sports/olympics/la-sp-olympics-plaschke28-2010feb28,0,4599199.column

Happy Birthday, Tiff!

Now this is what I call metrosexual. Nothing like a hot group of guys - Chance Crawford, Ryan Phillippe, etc - hanging out by the runway. http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/44051015.html

Here's the scoop on the figure skating competition. The times are Vancouver PST. So as 'they' say, check your local TV schedules around this ole world. As an aside, kudos to Canada for a classy opening last evening! February 14, 2010 16:30 - Figure Skating - Pairs Short Program February 15, 2010 Medal Event 17:00 - Figure Skating - Pairs Free Skating February 16, 2010 16:15 - Figure Skating - Men Short Program February 18, 2010 Medal Event 17:00 - Figure Skating - Men Free Skating February 19, 2010 16:45 - Figure Skating - Ice Dance - Compulsory Dance February 21, 2010 16:15 - Figure Skating - Ice Dance - Original Dance February 22, 2010 Medal Event 16:45 - Figure Skating - Ice Dance - Free Dance February 23, 2010 16:30 - Figure Skating - Ladies Short Program February 25, 2010 Medal Event 17:00 - Figure Skating - Ladies Free Skating February 27, 2010 16:30 - Figure Skating - Exhibition Gala