JamesSavik

No jury would ever convict you. Die, die, die! Murder, murder, murder!

I recently changed all of my feedback addresses to the same one.

There's no better way to describe this story as anything other than beautiful. Read it and see.

Uhhhh... holy crap- I think he's talking about Twilight/In the Shadow of the Dragon!

I wouldn't care if it were two mimes. It's got several key elements that I welcome. a gay or lesbian couple- and the cops aren't at their door that couple has a family they aren't horrible fuck ups It beats the way GLBT people were portrayed back when I was coming up. We were always either serial killers or murder victims. Believe me: this is a step in the right direction.

No steam from there. I was hot and sweating and the steam came off my skin. You can be 50 and hot. Maybe that's not the way some people would define hot but.. it works for me.

Today at the gym I worked out and got all hot and sweaty. I walked out into the cold and I was steaming. Does that mean I'm smoking hot Matt?

Great! Crafty takes the lead with 100 points! Now- who is next to step up?

You're a Brit with a cool cat avatar. I like you already.

Billy Joel is acceptable! Go for it Crafty!

OK- this is a blind guess but a good one I think. Fifteen by Fredric As an author I can appreciate a story that's well done and this one is excellent. You often hear of an authors use of voice. This story does it better than I've seen anywhere.

A Small Glimpse of Normal I showed up for summer football practice on my bike at the appointed time of 7am in August my 8th grade year. August is a blow torch here in Mississippi. It's not cool in the mornings. It's just less hot. We like to say that we share the zip code of hell. I was wearing my Red team jersey that I had earned the year before. I was supposed to be on the 8-9th grade starting team, but the redneck coach wasn't having any of that. There was no use arguing wit

It appears that James isn't fearless after all. He just has a different set.

A Glimpse of Normal I showed up for summer football practice on my bike at the appointed time of 7am in August my 8th grade year. August is a blow torch here in Mississippi. It's not cool in the mornings. It's just less hot. I was wearing my Red team jersey that I had earned the year before. I was supposed to be on the 8-9th grade starting team but the redneck coach wasn't having any of that. There was no use arguing with him. He just wasn't going to have a faggot on his team and that was final. The coach of the blue team was very glad to have me. It pissed me off. I had earned at least a shot at the red team. Hell, I had won the jersey. It just wasn't going to happen because a shitty redneck had the power to say no. Story of my life. The blue team wasn't bad. They were mostly eight graders like me but they weren't as big or fast as me- and none of them were as angry. I think I scarred some of them. I had played with most of the kids before. The good ones were on the red team and I was angry and humiliated by my demotion. There was a new kid at quarterback and I could tell right away he was very good. He wasn't big but he was quick and superbly coordinated and, had striking good looks. We didn't do any training in pads for the first few days. We just wore shoulder pads and helmets and did non-contact drills designed to sweat the summer out of you. I made it a point to get to know Pat. His father was an Air Force officer who had married his Danish mother in Europe. Pat was shy and soft spoken but I could tell that he was really smart. He was tall and slightly built with sparkling blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair. As training continued, we got our playbooks and I got a blue jersey with number 44 on it. At least I got to keep my number. After a week or so we finally put on full pads and got some contact. The coaches were planning on running a 4-3 defense and penciled me in as the strong side linebacker. I would line up across the line from the offensive tackle on the tight end side of the line most of the time. I had to learn a lot about reading the offense and moving into the correct position depending on how they lined up. Our offense was basically the I formation with a few wrinkles. One of the best wrinkles was that we had a competent quarterback in Pat. He moved with a smooth grace that intrigued me. There was just one problem: the left side of the offensive line was simply too small. They couldn't block me and I could have really roughed up Pat. Oh- I enjoyed the contact but I would just wrap him up. I had no intention of hurting the kid. He was good and... real easy to look at. After practice one day after Pat had taken a beating from some of the other players I asked our coach about the possibility of me playing left tackle. I didn't like playing on the offensive line. It could get really ugly in there but, if we were going to be any good, we had to protect our quarterback. I traded in my number 44 for a 77 and started playing both ways. I became Pat's bodyguard. The left tackle on the offensive line is a very critical position. There's no glamor involved at all. The down linemen get serious contact every play. Left tackle is critical for two reason. First, he protects the quarterbacks blind side where he is most vulnerable. Miss too many of those blocks and your QB will probably end up getting hurt. The second reason the left tackle is critical is that without his block, the offense can't run effectively in that direction. It's a position that no one notices unless you screw up. Maybe I had the beginnings of a crush on Pat. OK- cut the crap. I did have a crush on Pat. I was in a position to protect him and, I liked it. When he found out that he could trust me to handle the left side, that gave him the confidence he needed to focus on running the plays and not worrying about getting smacked. My dad was pissed at me but that was nothing new. He accused me of lying to him about being on the red team. I told him that they were overloaded at linebacker. I couldn't tell him that Coach Redneck didn't want me. At least on the blue team I was on the field. At this point, normal kids would have invited Pat to come over to his house. That was something I didn't dare do because of the way my parents were acting. If I acted friendly toward anybody, they were suspicious and angry. Pat beat me to the punch. He invited me home for lunch and a rest in between our morning and afternoon practices. After a shower and a quick change, his mother picked us up and took us to his house. Pat introduced me as his bodyguard. Pat's mom was simply awesome. She was very pretty and had a sexy European accent. If I had been str8, I would have been crushing on her because she definitely had it going on. Maybe I'd crush on her anyway. She took us home and fed us a light lunch of soup and sandwiches. She treated me like a normal kid and I loved it. When we had eaten we went in Pat's room, sat in two bean bags on the floor and watched TV, laughed and napped. It was over all too soon. We had to go back to practice at three in the heat of the day. I don't think they even knew how much I wished that I could just go home with them and stay. It was rare for me to have that moment of bliss in the chaos storm I was living in. The usual suspects teased- Jimmy has a new boyfriend. That was OK. I'd knock the snot out of at the next opportunity. It became our routine. We would go to Pat's house in the middle of the day and rest up for afternoon practice. Pat's mom, Mona, would always be just so nice and hug us both when we left. Our friendship grew and school and football season started. The blue team started winning. Pat could run the option better than any eighth grader I've ever seen. He wasn't a bad passer either. With me protecting his blind side and opening holes, our offense was a machine. We didn't have a ton of long plays but we would almost always get four to seven yards. We were playing ball control and it was working. Our defense was just as nasty as it had been the year before. With our offense holding the ball on long drives and scoring, it was much easier to play defense. Winning solves a lot of problems. Other kids that were not thrilled about having a gay guy on their team could live with it when we were successful. The red team under Coach Redneck was winless. HAA! Even my Dad was impressed to see me playing both ways. It's the most fun I ever had playing. We finished the year 8-0-1. It's the best record that any of the jr. high teams at Oak Hill had managed since the fifties and much of it was because of a shy, handsome quarterback and the left tackle that didn't let anyone get near him. All was well until one day in algebra we were introduced to something horrible called quadratic equations. Equations weren't so bad, but to my 8th grade mathematical ability, the quadratic variety might as well have had horns and hooves. We had these huge worksheets with 32 problems to do. I fought, I struggled and I sweat bullets but I just couldn't make them work. Finally I gave up and called Pat. Pat explained the FOIL method better in three minutes than the teacher had all week. I did a couple of problems and BINGO- it made sense. We talked for another minute. I said, "Thanks for the help Pat, you're the man." Then I hung up. My dad had been listening to the conversation. He marched in and slapped me hard. "So he's your man huh? I told you I'm not having that!" "No dad, we're just friend." *Slap* "Liar. You disgust me you lying little faggot." *Slap* "You are never to see or speak to him again. Is that understood?" "No. He's my friend." *Slap* "Defy me, you little shit..." I didn't see the punch coming. It was hard and fast and it knocked me into a bookcase. By this time my Mom was there but as usual she was pretty useless. She just cried but Dad didn't take it any further. I think he knew he blown a fuse and had taken it way too far. I think it hurt Pat's feelings that I never invited him home. I told him that things weren't good there. When I showed up all bruised and battered after one of my dad's rages, I think he understood. When school ended my parents sent me to a private school and I lost track of the forbidden Pat. I doubt that he ever knew how much I loved him and his Mom and how much I treasured the rare glimpses of normalcy that they provided me. Sometimes when I have a particularity good dream, Pat and I are napping on his bean bags under a cool ceiling fan, innocent with no horrible secrets hanging over us.

Things always seem to be better when you know you aren't alone.

Life's a blast when your manic! Yes. My college years were very interesting. Thankfully the statute of limitations have expired.

Doncha just hate immature cheese?

Maybe a better question might be- what's the best use for bacon? Bacon cheese-burger? Bacon on salad? Bacon & biscuits? Bacon wrapped cutlets? Nekkid bacon? (scandalous!)

EZ Pork Roast 1 package Lipton's Onion Soup Mix 2 Tbs Worcestershire Sauce 1 Tbs garlic pepper (or pepper & garlic powder) 2 cups water Put the pork loin in a cast iron pot. Put the Worcestershire Sauce and garlic/pepper on the loin. Put the Lipton's onion soup mix on the loin. Roll it around in the spices and get it all over the roast. Add water around the loin (don't disturb the spices on the loin) Cook at 375 for an hour. After Cooking- Remove from oven. Place Loin on serving dish. Mix well 2 tbs corn starch and 2 cups water. Pour into pot with juice from roast. Put over medium heat. Stir until color is dark brown and gravy is of right consistency. Serve sliced pork roast and gravy over rice or mashed potatoes. Smells so good, no one will guess how easy it is.

You remember that silly kids game? You know that one you played with your buds and you wound up wearing your underwear on your head? Yeah. That's the one. I'm going to post some dares. You will defend your rainbow honor by picking one and running with it. Come on. It'll be fun. Remember: we're just bad, not evil. ______________________________ karaoke challenge The Song: You've got a choice of two Cars songs. All Mixed Up ==> You're All I've Got Tonight ==> Why? Because they ROCK and we want to see if you can too. Record yourself doing one of these two songs and post a link. A suitable alternative may be posted but ya gotta rock man. value 100 points ________________________________ Boxer Challenge Take a selfie of yourself in boxers in a public place and post it here. I promise it will be cool. You probably won't get arrested. value 200 points ________________________________ Hottie Challenge Go out, seduce find a hottie, get your picture taken with him (or her). Post your scandalous pics here you dawg. Value depends entirely on hotness _________________________________ Dance Like No One is Watching Of course we will be when you post video of yourself dancing. Value 75 points _________________________________ Literary Challenge Post a TRUE story of the kinkiest thing you've ever done with a live human of legal age. Value 50 points + 1 for every like you get. __________________________________ Propose a Challenge Don't see any you want to try? Propose a challenge. We're creative here at GA. We should be able to come up with some wowzers. Just keep it risqué but not raunchy, tasteless and not very illegal. All Right Team! Get out there and GET YO FREAK ON!

You should see what I can do with a pork roast. You could be Orthodox Hebrew and be tempted by the smell of my onion and mushroom gravy.

Guess who this is.

I regret HOW and WHEN I came out. I was outed way, way before I was ready in a very hostile environment that instantly became abusive. That's why I stress to our young-lings that they need to be really careful about how they go about it. It hurts me- I mean really messes me up- when I see kids going through some of the same shit I did. There's no need for it and, it leaves scars that are very slow to heal.

There's a word for chewy bacon: it's called jerky.