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Most of my straight friends have that Jason Mamoa personality--the laid back adventure seeking dude who's fun to be around. I have too much in common with dearest Jason, hence my imagination tends to steer away from fantasizing about our future wedding. I like them geeky and nerdy. As for Idris...he's scrumptrilescent indeed. I imagine him sitting downstairs, drinking coffee and reading the paper, with nothing but his trousers on, telling me to remind him to drop by the shop to pick-up some milk before going to work. While outside, our gardener, dearest Jason, is tending to my bushes. And...this is why I'm single. *faint laughter* I'll be heading out to the nearest newsagency now to get a copy of people magazine thank you very much.

I think that's the problem I have, since I'm a visual learner and certain facial ticks or identifiers whenever I envision a character are either a hit or miss, especially nuances. For example, how does the character A express anger compared to character B, or is character A reliant to facial expressions as opposed to character B who prefers with body movements. I think personality-wise, it's easier to create distinctive traits than reanimate what a character expresses in your own head. My friend who I'm basing one of the protagonists in my story is very outgoing, whereas the character I've depicted is an ambivert, somewhat recluse. And those differentiation creates interesting facial expressions, to the extent of how much the said character is willing to convey their emotions through their face. I guess there's a said psychology attached to it, that even as a writer, I'm assuming most of us takes into consideration given that these characters exists in the realm of one's imagination. "For a man of handsome features, he sure seemed grumpy. Erect and poised of elegant stature; his sober coloured custom-tailored suit showed a supercilious distinction of class amongst his colleagues. His aquiline nose and chiselled jaws amplified a pragmatic effect to his slicked back golden mane impregnable of young adulthood. And his beard perfectly groomed of austerity mirrored the stout figure underneath the layers of clothing: a musculature of a Roman statue and height, bulging at the seams, intimidating even the most important figurehead in the country, while soliciting the attention of men who envied his surname, and grown women who lusted over those otherworldly eyes like hordes of teenagers raving at the sight of the most popular quarterback." I wrote the description as part of my story. But I tried so hard in remembering that chance encounter on this really gorgeous looking man who was in the train. Everybody was staring at him. I mean, come on, he looked like he was going to a parliament assembly while arguing on the phone and his booming voice sounded like he was whispering sweet nothings. As soon as I got home, I coerced my bestfriend (who's also my neighbour) to google and find someone online who closely resembled him. And viola, a bit of grey hair here and there, adjust the eyes apart, narrow down the nose...and thanks to her photoshop skills, she somehow created a similar facial structure of what the man in the subway looked like. His photo now serves as *coughs* inspiration.

This pending story I've been writing for almost a year and a half now--yes, it's that long...I'm a lazy writer--well, I was inspired to base the physical attributes of one of the main characters to that of my friend who has Waardenburg Syndrome. There are types of symptoms, but mostly the one he has is basically...the lucky bastard's been blessed with the most lightest shade of blue eyes. It's lighter than that of Paris Jackson (she has Waardenburg as well). So I somewhat associated it as a physical trait to a main character in my story. I have this problem that I need to base what my characters look like from real life. And since they're living inside my head, might as well put a face to it. So I need to imagine their facial expressions when I'm writing. I feel like sometimes I'm a producer scouting for an actor playing the role to a character I'm writing about when I'm googling for references. I'm like, "Hmmm...this German actor looks good but there's something missing. Let's go other countries. How about Switzerland. Yes, let's photoshop his eyes to dark brown and adjust his jawline." So have you ever based any characters attributes or physical traits in your stories from real life?

I'm having an existentialist crisis with this song right now. Like an 80's disco track played at prom in the late 90's. I heard this song playing at Jamba Juice and I'm like, "This is depressing. But I can't help but bop my head."

Them natural greys...Ooh, you touch my tralala.

To be fair, this has got to be one of the better conceptualized titles around here. I'm so tired of seeing story titles that looked like it was imagined by a ten year old, who's writing an English paper about how their summer vacation went about. And I don't mean the stories with mediocre titles have crap stories...some of them are extremely good, but was packaged in the wrong gift-wrapping paper. Plus, your story is amusing and lighthearted as well, which thoroughly fits the title.

I identify as a fire hydrant. I'm kidding. I don't neccesarily consider myself a part of the community but I have been to gay pride, mardi gras, and gay clubs, often cruising the bar for...their buy one take one margarita since I'm a cheapskate. But yeah, I was a former editor of a gay mag and I think I've done my part segregating quality *ehem* (insert shirtless photo of John Hamm) content for the betterment of our gay community.

You guys should watch what would you do. There were some interesting feedback and public responses from passersby--mixed even. There was even a woman who called the cops regarding the gay couple who was canoodling on the bench. I mean it's disgusting how any form of affection should meet anyone's standards. But I guess, you can't please everybody. It's a cultural thing. Some countries are more conservative and some are more passive, while others don't care. But I do remember when I was dating this guy and after dinner, he walked me to my apartment and was expecting a kiss. I kinda said to myself, "Hmm...Why not. He looks like Jim Morrison without the drug abuse." Until I realized he was licking my face, after which I made an excuse that I have an early non-existent meeting the following morning. The only judicious stares I got was from my neighbour who commented, "God, that guy must think your face is a furball." And to my defense, I was sporting a 3-week beard but I wasn't expecting to have a tongue-facial that evening. And by the way, that was the only time my neighbour ever spoke to me before he left the unit. It was surprising cause I thought he was one of those prude christians selling you bible and a box of baby Jesus. But...he was alright.

Some writers miss the mark when turning prologues into descriptive linear summaries of their characters or specific scenes. Not those scenes relating to their story, but scenarios of how they'd envisioned their story to be. And i'm like...hold up, is this an autobiography, cause I'm sure I saw this in the fiction aisle. So yeah, I tend to drop it cause I usually have a bad feeling where it's mostly going.

It was clear that day when he took it upon himself to close the door and never return. It wasn't the isolation that left his breathing staggered with all the burdens he'd chosen to carry onto his shoulders; but he'd never thought that life would strike him in the severest manner of his own discontent—to this life he'd lead that was thrust upon him by the decisions he'd made in the past. In the delicate fabric of dealing with choices: Do you succumb to the easier route or take on the ar

This is a collection of short stories I've written throughout the years.

I now regret posting this.

I noticed that I've recently steered away from extreme architectural landscaping that novelists tend to do when they're really engrossed with the world they've created. It's like reading an article of better homes and garden. Especially if you're in peak of an action paced part of the novel, then suddenly the story turns in a vivid description of where it suddenly becomes a Charlottee Bronte novel, it's sometimes hilarious. But I've read stories where extreme landscape description works, like The English Patient.

I'm heaps loving this story so far. We need good oz stories here. I'm very intrigued.

This is what I'd imagine what most people would say when asked: What is love? Love is when you see someone pick their nose and say 'Aww...How cute.'--Amy, 28 Love is when you hear your boyfriend fart and fart along with them. --Jacob, 24 My husband loves me because when I text him to buy milk, he says, 'I forgot the milk. But I'll give you my milk instead' and then he winks. --Gary, 32 Love is when my parner pays the bill on time before I freak out. She knows I tend to get overcompulsive. --Noemi, 29 Love is when my husband comes home from work, and he picks up chick flick movies because he knows he's not getting any. --Melissa, 42 Love is when my husband talks and his breath smells like a wet fart, but it's the kind of fart I'd gladly smell all day. --Andy, 36 Love is when he leaves you one cookie, despite telling him not to eat any of the cookies you bought. --Sam, 35 Love is when my husband pretends to have sleepovers to our friend's house whenever I'm on a business trip, because he can't sleep alone in our bed without me. --Mark, 45 Love is when my husband bakes me a cake that says 'I tolerate you.' --Andrew, 27 Love is when I hold his hand, and he pulls it back cause he's shy from the callouses in his hand from working two jobs just to keep us afloat...but I hold it anyway because his hands make me warm. --Tom, 38 Love is when you lie to yourself that he doesn't matter. And yet everything you've done in your life is for you to matter to him. And when you finally become a part of his life, it's like everything that doesn't make sense, starts to have a new meaning. --Ryan, 25 Love is when you start hating people doing PDA. But deep inside you wish them all the love in the world, that you don't have in the meantime. Doesn't mean you're hatin...you just see yourself havin' it someday.--Markeesha, 22 Love is when we argue and he gets me so mad that we're not on the same page. Cause when we say sorry to each other, we really do mean it.--Markus, 31 Love is when everyone says you're not compatible with each other...but you're the only two people in the world who knows they're wrong. --Gary, 26 Love is when you can tell him that you're lonely without him. Without him getting it over his head. Because he feels the same when you're not around. --Adrian, 21 Love is when you see your partner in his deathbed, and you tell him he forgot to put the cups in the sink. Because you know that it's the last thing he wants to hear, for him to be reminded that he's not dying. --Michael, 65 The last one was from my gay uncle. Kinda teared up a bit seeing how they were when his partner died.

The only news I have now is australia's so hot right now. Skin cancer is starting to become a fad. Everybody's going to the beach while I'm just swimming on SPF120 and staying indoors at my tub of ice, and beer on a wine flute. Cos I'm fanceh.

That's hot though. Sorta reminds me of Ernest Hemingway dilfie types. I tend to keep the scruff otherwise I'd look like I'm hitting puberty.

I'm literally necromancing some old posts here. I think the whole werewolf genre appeals to the younger market, much like the vampire trend. But if ever I were to write about werewolves, it would be set in the early 1900's for a bit of history, timejump to present day, with adults (the saturated teenage angst is too droll for me) who has real life dramas. It would probably be like a romantic comedy: "Steve! How many times do I have to tell you, your fur is clogging the sink!" "Babe, I'm sorry...I tried cleaning myself last night, but you forgot to unlock the dog kennel so I got out," explained Jason, mystified by the smell of Alpo on his breath as he exhaled. "Feck! I think I ate Mrs. Tootsie's chihuahua." Steve turned around with a blowdry and a pair of shears, and said, "You should've added Mr. Landon's annoying Labrador who keeps on sh*tting on the porch. So how was dinner? With the number of dogs you ate last night...Do you know now how to roll over? Sit Jason. Bad boy Jason! Bad boy. Now fetch! Now spread your legs and open wide...Daddy's gonna do some grooming baby, cause that carpet has to go."

The whole lumbersexual look is just an homage to the whole greek adonis bearded statue with aquiline features, that's why the whole lumbersexual look applies to most men who have such features: either a big or a straight nose, high cheekbones and an oval face with tempered jaws. I'm not saying Asians can't carry the look, but the most who do, have mixed blood in them which either gives them the cheekbones or the straight nose to carry it off. And as for the standard of beauty, I'm happy that us bearded men are getting recognition to some extent. Shaving is such a chore so it's an excuse not to shave every couple of weeks. Until my beard becomes a flavour saver to which I decide to hack it away. Cause I can't enjoy my tub of yoghurt if I keep on tasting this morning's brekky of bacon and toast.

So I think if I'm going to be posting a story, my stories would have such warning: "Warning: Some parts require an emotional qoutient. Please skip if one is emotionally stunted. And yes, there is unprotected sex because there is; my brain who imagined the narrative says so otherwise. Thank you for your non-participation by reserving your feelings of unsolicited thoughts."

Would I want my character to say, "I'll just gargle and brush my teeth cause my breath's stale. Hold on to your boner for a while." Or "You better flush it clean with enema before I stick it down there...unlike the last time." Or "Can you not bite my shaft? You're doing it the wrong way." Or "Turn the volume up. The neighbour's are sleeping. And lock the door before we...you know. Oh and lights off." Or "I don't like this position. I'm getting cramps. Can you move your ass a bit." Or "Did you just fall asleep while I'm giving you a blowjob? Seriously!" Or "I wanna try this whole bondage thing but I got whiplash when we did it in the swing." Or "Honey, I wanna try an orgy but I'm afraid they might steal something at home." Or "This nipple tassle just gave my nips a skin rash." Or "This condom is too big...Bj then?" Art imitates life. Yes. But too much aspect of life becomes a drama. And readers who provide much drama with unprotected sex requires the finesse to try and have sex in a rodeo. As Ellen said, "It's appealing...But no." You're writing a Non-Fiction story...which means it's not real. So if readers want realistic sex with the ministrations of what real M/M sex requires...the prelude to every sex scene should be, "Have you cleaned down there?"

I've been crushing on Evan Todd since I watched him in this film. The whole geeky fit introvert he had going in the film was very swoon worthy. Plus he's a stage actor in real life who has a nice singing voice so *drools*.

The thing is, not all story novels are divided into chapters because let's face it...sometimes, we can read 100 pages or more in a day when reading a book, and chapters, most often than not, destroy the fluidity of the story, unless for all intents and purposes, that is how the writer intends it to be. Personally speaking, there is no determinable limit to how long a chapter should require especially in this site's format unless there is...like 20k perhaps. Not sure. But you always have to adhere to YOUR OWN story's integrity. If you wish to post a 2k chapter because it is quintessential to the 10k chapter that follows, then go ahead. Do it to me baby. Uhuh uhuh. It's your story.

I live somewhere in down under. And after watching Under The Tuscan Sun back in '02 from an in-flight movie... I imagine myself living somewhere in Tuscany with my own vineyard where I'll meet an Italian man named Antonio, who'll make love to me but break my heart due to unforseen events that will make us distant, while my lesbian best friend decides to rear her child in my villa, and then a strapping british wine exporter gets lost and eventually marries me after a year just cause Yes. I'm reliving the movie. Or... I might end up in the coldest region in the earth, insert Iceland, where I'll turn hermit and meet a ranger, who'll make love to me but break my heart. And then I'll meet a strapping Icelandic biologist doing some research on isotopes cause I live in, as I've said, the coldest region on earth. Then we'll get married. But I'll die in a fishing accident and then he publishes my memoirs. End credit. I think I'm still reliving another movie but who cares.

My beautiful laundrette - it has Daniel Day Lewis. Nuff said. Querelle - I think this was Tom of Finland's inspiration, or the other way around. Brad Davis was hot in this film. Patrik 1.5 - I love this family comedy drama. It's a swedish film and stars Alexander Skarsgard's brother, Gustaf. And he's bro's really cute. The way he looks - cute story about a blind gay teen. Foreign film. Undertow - must watch it. Kinda sad. Yossi and Jagger - Has the Kite Runner feel for me. It's a military movie but the storyline's very good. It has a sequel...but it's kinda meh. Free Fall - another swedish film with hot gay cops and really hot gay cops. It's gay porn with a really good story with high production values. Weekend - pretty much the story of my life. Need I say more. Pink Flamingos - gave me nightmares but you can't stop watching it. Divine is brill in this. Un Chant D'Amour - Gay silent film. Very sensual for a 1950's film. It's a short film but very...Boner worthy for the imaginative moviegoer. Happy Together - this film made me think A LOT about relationships. *I'm replying through my phone and necromancing this old post. So if I have typo's...I have big fingers. Will edit later.*