Fishwings

Holy bleaching retinas. Happy V-day to you too -___-

Thank you haha, and yes I did!

LOLOLOLOLOL HE DID NOTTTT!!!!!!! Hahahha that was great, a thoroughly entertaining read. Danes great -- he's quirky and protective and awfully considerate despite the awful situation he's in with Michelle. I can't quote things from my itouch, but I spotted a line of wisdom that I quite like, something about Sam not needing ratification of their relationship by a public outing but needing Dane to figure out his priorities. Excellent, and I totally agree. If you're happy with the one you love, there's no reason to put them through something they reeeaally don't wanna do and something that could possibly do more harm than called for. I also enjoy the fact that this chapter was landmined (I almost typed linedmanned wtf) with short bursts of cock teasing sexual tension. Good stuff. And jake fletcher is a total wanker, he should jump off a building, smash his face, and suck a willy. I'm thrilled and totally amused at Danes last line of courage and possibly stupidity. Hope to find out more soon.!! Don't keep us waiting. Btw where do you prefer your feedback -- discussion board, a review like this (I like these, everyone can see em) or email?

Oh haha! Thanks, wasn't expecting a review, but glad you left me one. I'm flattered. I'm glad you enjoyed the story so much. Yeah, I'm truly not sure myself if Rover should have gone with Slade, but maybe I'll have them meet up again for future installments. And thank you for reading! Cheers.

HAHAHAA Same here! That is some creepy stuff

Facebook = destructive drug that will obliterate your grades. I wish I could give it up but I think it's addicted to me........ Oh and, deactivation? PFfffffffffffffffffffff deactivate my ass

Is that one of those lollita dress thingers? Did you make it yourself : D

Hehe, cutie patootie.

Was a virgin maiden, and now Im a lion. Finally exempt from those ridic Virgo horoscopes! I can now die happy

Well I personally think it's really good, but y'all might not like it : ) It's a short survival zombie story (zombbbbieessssss), and it's really well written. I can link you if you like.

My top three would be....... 1) In The Fish Bowl - Domluka -Not usually my type of thing, but seriously unforgettable characters. (But not Owen or Aiden : D Sorry) 2) Autophobia - Thornton - Really not well known here, but probably the most poignant/thematically strong story I've read online. 3) The Otherside of Me -Domluka - Such a compelling plot. Jizz everywhere.

Oh yesssss. I got sucked in through Nifty

You're right, it isn't particularly thoughtful to assume that all androgynous people are innately that way. Aaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnddddd I have nothing else to say on the matter since I do not know the statistics of who is and who isn't. Jizz everywhere. asdkjasdkjh Sometimes, I like guys with eyeliner.

Run The open door poured a torrent of light from the hallway, throwing his father's figure into a hulking silhouette. All thoughts of "fixing things" disappeared from Rover's mind as he stood rooted to the spot. His father took a thundering step across the threshold, shedding shadows. Moonbeams cautiously sought him out, illuminating an angled ghost of a face. His hair should've been swept immaculately to the back, but a night of booze had disheveled his style. A stained pea coat hung fr

Rover Stilles must face his demon -- his father.

You say that "androgyny is for show" and "homosexual affections" are not, but you're once against saying that they choose to be effeminate. The way I see it, both homosexuality and androgyny comes down to freedom of expression. They do the things they do because that is how they feel inside -- it doesn't matter who the audience is. Why would a homosexual man choose to participate in something (androgyny) that earns them so much hate from both members of their "own community" and members of the heterosexual norm? It's the same as asking the question: why would a man choose to be homosexual, if it is rejected by society? As for the purpose of androgyny -- I don't think it matters. What matters is whether or not they're doing it because they want to attract hate and are thus purposely/ignorantly affecting other gay men -- and again, why would they?

These "androgynous lifestyles" are negative because you choose to believe they are negative, just as how homophobic people choose to believe homosexuality is negative. It is not the fault of effeminacy in men which lead to all this hatred and segregation that has been present for so long in various communities across the world, but the fault of the people who are repulsed by their lifestyle and refuse to tolerate their freedom of expression. Thus, blaming members of the LGBT community for inciting hate in other members of society due to how they want themselves to look or how they act is unfair. How can they "force" anyone to hate them, if hatred is in the mind of the opposition? If you say that they are "asking for it" and that they should censor their lifestyle, then we might as well tell all gay men to censor their affection (and we would be rewinding the decades back...). After all, what is "choice"? A homosexual man can choose not to act on his compelling desires. He would then not be representing himself as a member whom incites homophobia, no? Anyways. I'm not really attracted to androgynous men or women either. I too like my men manly and my women really girly -- but I would never blame androgynous men or women because they stand out from traditionally accepted societal norms and as a result "misrepresent" everyone else who is gay/bisexual/etc. I think being someone who has a different sexual orientation than most around me and shunted because of it has made me more open minded and accepting of everyone in all shapes and sizes. The simple idea of internalized prejudice within a minority which has been discriminated against for so long just astounds me.

The existence of Androgynous people insult you? Lol, care to explain? I can't see how someone can insult you if they have never "done you any wrong".

n o t e s (Some background on the story) Three years ago, my tenth grade English teacher gave us an assignment. He told us to write a short story on whatever we want, but went out of his way to stress that all stories must not only have clarity, be entertaining, or have some other attractive flare -- it must fulfill some sort of yearning purpose, or explore some underlying idea. After submitting a rather wacky straight-boy alien fiction that involved too much violence, too

t w e n t y e i g h t At first, it was just the lights of the city that went out. Rover watched, stunned, as the light of each and every brightened window he could see snapped and vanished. Patterns of black enveloped the apartments and skyscrapers, like gigantic leather ribbons tying themselves over lamps. It was like a major power outage... but not quite. Rover stared in awe as rows upon rows of bright traffic seemed to disappear right before his eyes, and it became so quiet that he coul

t w e n t y s e v e n It's as if everything in Rover's life had led him to this point. Every memory became evident of their purpose. Every event, every laugh, sob, and scream of anger illuminated themselves in Rover's mind. Yet, even as they flashed, they paled and didn't seem to matter at all, for what he was experiencing from the very second that Slade started to lean in was far more beautiful, exciting, important and more fulfilling than anything that had ever happened to him. At first,

t w e n t y s i x Rover swallowed. "To your... with you... to your..." "Yes, Abercrombie," Slade said, and he rolled his eyes when Rover could only stare incredulously. "With me. To my homeland. It's... somewhere both of us haven't been to before. Somewhere we can... fuck..." He trailed off, biting his knuckle, breaking eye contact. "Somewhere we can fuck?" "What? I didn't say..." Slade's expression froze, and he looked mortified for a second before regaining his composure when he saw R

t w e n t y f i v e "What about father?" Rover asked, taking Slade's hand and allowing himself to be hoisted up. "He's fine, and we'll get out through the window so he won't know where to follow. He won't be out cold for long, as I didn't really hurt him." "Really?" Rover asked doubtfully, staring at his father's prone figure. From this angle, he seemed almost tranquil in his sleep, though worn out and stress ravaged his face was. Rover's fingers twitched, and he wasn't sure whether he

t w e n t y f o u r Warmth. Thick hair between his fingers. Drowsy eyed. Feeling safe. Careful fingers with a healer's touch traced each bruise and wound on Rover's body. He felt torn sinews that restrung themselves, cuts that sealed. Pain that faded away. With each passing second, what had been broken was fixed. Slowly, his disorientation passed and he regained the use of his senses again. He could feel the hot, sweet breath in his ear. He could feel the bones of long f

t w e n t y t h r e e "I gave you life." A crack of sizzling wood. "I gave you life," his father repeated, his voice a throaty whisper, two tones above menacing and one below disparaging, "and you run away from me. I've provided you with food and shelter, money. Isn't that right?" Rover shivered, and hastily opened his mouth to speak. Wild, bold thoughts took form in his head. "It's..." He began. "Isn't that right?" His father echoed. He closed in, and Rover