JamesSavik

>>God, the 70's was an ugly fashion decade. How do you think we see todays fashions? Crew cuts and scruffy beards and hipsters, oh my!

Happy Star Wars Day. Crowds gather to see the opening of Star Wars in 1977. Note the bell bottoms and shoulder length hair. #maythefourthbewithyou

I don't know. There are some facts about the video here The rest of the info is here

Just for fun when I nuked a hot dog, I stood at my microwave and said, "Engage!"

I'll never look at my microwave the same again.

You're right. He's great. I wish Vance would pop up and start writing again.

Why did you change your avatar from the silly cat to the blue Beast? I'm posting Broken here at GA and that ties into that story. Why did you post Broken? It's been on the shelf for a long time. I'm stronger now. I plan to finish it. Anyone that has read it up to this point will tell you that there is a lot of ugly stuff in it and you can tell by the last chapter- it's going to get worse fast. There's a whole lot of drugs in it... Duh. It was the seventies. The whole country under 20 was high at the time or it seemed that way. (Yeah- I saw you drink the bong water so STFU.) The sex in Broken seems to have gone from innocent to uh... sleazy. Think about it. Our lives had turned to shit. We had the choice of a great big shit sandwich or sex, drugs and rock & roll. Consider us prodigies. Whatever happened to.. Nope. No spoilers. You'll just have to wait for more. When will we see more? Already working on it. The outline through chapter 25 is done. When I'm done with my project and finals, I'm going to get back to work on it. What's the deal with the poetry? I don't know. I have the strange fits late at night and I hork up a poem. It's really disturbing.

My dreams that night were exceptionally erotic. Brian knew things; wonderful, sexy things to do in bed that I had never even heard of. It was like I had a junior high playbook and his playbook came from the pros. There was a moment or two that night when I thought for sure that I heard angels singing. As I drifted toward consciousness, I thought that I was having a wet dream. My cock was hard as a rock and felt fantastic. It felt too good. Brian was waking me up with a blowjob! I looked down

Autumn in Eden It was late October And the world was a little slower And the jack-o-lanterns smiled without mirth. Life was a little easier As we drank the new wine And we talked about the frost upon the earth. Things we couldn't say Stayed between us as we lay Examining our souls for purity and worth. We were found wanting, Not knowing what we wanted Banished from that place to roam the earth. We know the mark of Cain. We know that special pain. We have seen Eden'

I suggest Redemption.

I jumped on my bike and followed Brian toward the fort with a whole lot of awkward questions on my mind. What had I just seen? We made decent time. The trails ran through land that had once been a settlement before Sherman had burned it all down. Now the area was a complex mixture of forest and old brick chimneys. I liked it a lot because the old gardens had grown wild over the years. The ghost town had become a jungle paradise of towering Azalea bushes, dogwoods, clematis vines, irises, daylil

That's cover in the story Nightfall.

The Michael’s family returned from Tupelo triumphantly early Sunday afternoon with some poison ivy, a touch of sunburn and an ice chest full of catfish. It took Scotty a total of ten minutes to find Brian and me holed up in the fort. Scotty chattered like a magpie about their Saturday fishing trip over to Sardis Lake. They took their Uncle’s bass boat and a flat bottomed john boat and left a little before dawn on Saturday and fished all day. Brian and I couldn’t help but smile at Scotty’s enthu

Goodness knows, there have never been any gay sailors. *sigh* Regardless of country, there is always a dick-sickle or two.

I cut the trail. People could see me arriving on it.

The next morning was bright but chilly. The only way that Brian could have snuggled up any closer was if he had crawled into my skin. I was still sore from my crash on the way home the night before. Wasn’t much of a thing but once I was awake, there was no going back to sleep. I lay there quietly and just enjoyed being close to Brian. People didn’t know him like I did and it was a damned shame. Events of the last year had changed him. He was a sullen, angry kid to most adults with the notable

It was dark when I opened my eyes. My head hurt and I felt a little sick to my stomach. Check that: I felt a lot sick to my stomach. Barf! Someone helped me? Well that was unpleasant but I felt better. Somebody told me to take it easy and offered me some water. I wasn’t on bare ground. It was soft and hey... where am I and who is here? “Who is that?” I croaked, barely recognizing my own voice. “Brian. You were expecting Elvis?” I tried to sit up. My head was spinning and pounding. I look

if you do hit that just right, you can cause a glorious phenomenon called the immaculate ejaculation.

After I got home, Dad went back to work. My head ached and as time passed, I began to get progressively sore from my bruises. I was tired and tried to take a nap but every time I'd drift off, I would see that damned knife. By two o'clock, I was getting pretty desperate. I hopped on my bike ran out to our fort to raid our stash. I knew that Brian wouldn't mind as I always made a fair contribution. I rolled two joints and smoked half of one. It calmed me down and my hands stopped shaking. Afterw

I slept fitfully that night. The image of that glittering buck knife kept coming back to me over and over. It made me a little sick to my stomach. I must have gotten loud a couple of times because my Mom came into my room to check on me twice. The next morning I hadn’t slept much and looked like hell. My folks went to church and Meredith, Scotty and Brian stayed home with me. As bad as it had been, it was almost worth it to partially heal the rift between our two families. It hadn’t really bee

Thanks- now you know why I can't stand country music.

I know what you mean. All you can do to acknowledge it is to "like" it, even if think it's appalling.

Pete's in prison forever. He got busted in the eighties for the same stuff and got hundreds of years of jail time with no possibility of parole. This is the danger of too many people knowing that a kid has been "outed". The predators out there, and there are some in every little town, are very interested in hearing about it.

Brian was great. I could tell that he was worried but he wasn't going anywhere. He knew that something bad had happened. He didn't push it. I just lay there in the floor curled up in a ball with my head in his lap. Everything was very weird. It's like my senses were at red alert but my energy was shot. It's not that I couldn't talk. I just didn't know what to say. How do you explain that! How do you say that a stranger put a buck knife to your neck and forced you to perform oral sex? Why cou