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Not only do we need strong independent women, we need strong independent-minded men who support them.
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When will this damn roller coaster stop and let me off? It’s been another day of ups and downs. I had just had tremendous sex with Adrian, and then I had to sit several hours later and watch my best friend self-destruct. I was still struggling with an unanswerable question- if Brett was in love with Cindy, then why was he so bothered by me being with Adrian? It seems that he was really affected by seeing me and Adrian kissing in the boys’ room. He had been kissing Cindy behind my bac
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Thanks for the great comments, Everyone. I enjoy reading them, even though I don't reply to each of you individually.
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I woke up early the next morning. I had a lot of trouble getting a peaceful sleep. I kept thinking about everything that had happened the past few days. I cannot really explain it, but I do not think I was as scared about the future. Meeting Adrian had really changed my life. Before him, Brett had always been my world. Charlie was right when she said I had followed him around like a loyal puppy for years. I could now see that that was true. I don’t think Brett saw me as a loyal follo
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Thank you, Rndmrunner. Life isn't always black and white. If it were, it would much easier to deal with. However, life is filled with a lot of grey that we ultimately have to sort out.
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You're very welcome, darkwind.
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I awoke the next morning with Adrian spooning me from behind. I could feel his hard cock pressed up against my back. The sun was just beginning to shine into the window, so I figured it must still be early. I lay awake feeling Adrian’s warm body. He was breathing gently, and I could feel his chest rise and fall against me. Each time he breathed, his cock would nudge me slightly. I was starting to get hard. It felt strange being in bed with someone other than Brett. It sounds odd, but
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I have a niece who is a lesbian. I love her like a daughter.
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I was waiting impatiently in the driveway for Charlie to arrive. I kept pacing back and forth. She told me she would be there in ten minutes, and twenty-five minutes had passed. My father kept coming out onto the porch to check on me. Finally, I saw a small blue car speeding down the block. I immediately recognized the person with the green hair sitting behind the wheel. She pulled into the driveway and almost hit me. “Where’s Adrian?” I shouted leaning into the window.
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I appreciate all the insightful comments I'm receiving on this story. Thanks for taking the time to write something special. Ron
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Your comments, Graeme, always make me feel like you've gotten inside my head. And trust me, that's a dangerous place to be.
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The meeting with Coach Davis was emotional. I had already been wracked with emotion dealing with Brett, now I had told the coach I would be back to practice on Monday. Well, not actually told him. He told me to be there, and he wasn’t asking. I knew if I didn’t show up, he could make the rest of the school year hell for me. I love running track in the spring. It is one sport that Brett and I don’t participate in together. He prefers baseball to track, so we usually don’t see much of
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I ran out to my car and sped away from school. I had just hit my best friend, or I should say my former best friend. A few days ago, I would have kicked anyone’s ass if they had lifted a finger to him. Now I had hurt him. When I got home, I went straight to my room and threw myself across the bed. I couldn’t get over the sinking feeling that our friendship was finally over. For the past couple of days, I had hopes that maybe, just maybe, someday we could be friends again. He had bee
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I felt bad on my way to school. The expression on my father’s face when he said that my mother had left was tormenting me. I was the reason she was gone. They had spent nineteen years building a relationship; and now she had left because I was gay. Dad kept telling me that it really wasn’t my fault. He said they had been having marital problems for the past few years, but they didn’t want me to know. He said he had almost left on several occasions, but he had stayed because of me. He
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Numerous gay and lesbian youth were submitted to the horrors of conversion therapy by parents who thought they were doing the right thing for their sons or daughters. So in my opinion, what Corey's mother is doing is no different than a parent who would ship off their child to a Christian conversion camp for 'cleansing.' It happened more often than we are probably aware of. I appreciate all the comments this story is generating.
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After leaving the lake, I drove Charlie to a friend’s house and then went home. I had decided not to go to football practice. In fact, I was going to talk to the coach in the morning and tell him I wasn’t going to play anymore. Brett was the team’s quarterback, and I was his star receiver. There was no way I could avoid him on the field, so I wasn’t going to play anymore. I knew Coach Davis would be really pissed, but I didn’t care. It was early when I got home. Mom and Dad wouldn’t
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War by Ronyx In the hour of the present, Destination takes its flight; Soaring into no man's land On a guided missile site. Phantom demons- on horizon, Bearing down on charted dell, Robot soldiers with toy machine guns Labor in the choking hell. Tainted men in self-confinement, with minds of cluttered waste, Strategical logistics Contemplate unrealistic haste. The sheep of blinded multi
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This is a poem I wrote as a teenager about the ravages of war. History repeats itself, and lessons are never learned.
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Thanks, droughtquake. I thought I'd try it to see if it works.
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Thanks, Graeme. That was easy.
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Thanks, Everyone, for the reviews. I haven't figured out yet how to respond to each I individually, so we'll just circle around and do a group hug.
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I had missed my first period class when I finally arrived at school. I sat outside in my car for a long time deciding whether or not I wanted to go in. I knew that eventually I would have to see Brett. We did share a third period government class together. We sat in the back and usually talked after we had been given the assignment. We also shared fifth period chemistry where we were lab partners. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing him. I had spent one of the most miserable nights
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I awoke the next morning more tired than when I had gone to bed. I tossed and turned most of the night. I couldn’t fall asleep, and I didn’t want to cry anymore, so I just lay looking up at the ceiling. I kept wondering what I had done wrong. Where we went wrong. Everything had been great. There was no indication that our friendship was fading. We had been best friends for twelve years. I would have known if things were changing. Maybe they were and I just didn’t want to a
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Thanks Everyone! I'm glad you're enjoying the new story.
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A Different Road You ever had a best friend who was inseparable from you? Someone that if they got sick, you got sick, just so you could share their pain. Someone who you knew would come running if you needed a shoulder to cry on. Someone who would laugh at all your corny jokes. That was Brett. My inseparable other. Until today. I don’t even know what happened. I didn’t even see it coming. One day we were best friends and lovers. Now, he’s not ev
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