JamesSavik

I'm a pecs & abs kinda guy.

You mean it's NOT!? But seriously folks- I call it spawning because it involves lots of flopping around gasping for breath. HEhehehe- I'm here all week folks. The 7 o'clock and the 9 o'clock shows are completely different!

I'm too old to immigrate to Australia. (Maybe I could request asylum?) I've actually looked into it. I think I would like it there except for my insane fear of giant, rabid spiders.

I don't know what came over me. I was numb. I was furious. I wasn't thinking right. I couldn't be lost. I never got lost. The whole damned county wasn't big enough to get lost. It wasn't too cold and my pace kept me warm. My pace and the anger that was boiling inside me had me burning pure adrenaline. Until Mrs. Turner's outburst, I had not really understood the true dimensions of Rainer's sick assed attack on us. Sure, I had heard from Brian what they thought that Doug had done, but me?

If Canada wasn't so darned cold, I would have moved years ago.

When spring semester started after Christmas Break, Scotty and Brian joined Coach T's class. I felt a lot better having Scotty close by where I could keep an eye on him. Foster and Steven welcomed the newcomers with open arms. Having us in the class actually helped Coach T. We had all come from Group 1 classes and could easily handle our work. We ended up helping our other classmates study. By the end of the first six weeks, everybody in Coach T's class had improved by a full grade point. Alt

New Years was a good time. Brian got one of his friends to get us some cheap wine. We spent forty bucks and got an ounce of weed. One dude was selling ludes for a dollar fifty a piece but the guy was just too shifty. Brian didn't trust him and I was skeptical about pills in general. Some dude tried to sell us some mushrooms but Brian wasn't buying. He said never buy shroons or do them unless you picked them yourself. Besides, with all the pasture land up near Clark's Pond, we didn't need to spen

I can't even begin to answer that! It's almost always what I'm reading right now! I've read a ton of stuff- there is quite a lot of it that good for all sorts of different reasons. Some stories are important because they are socially significant in some way. Some are great because they are beautifully crafted. With others, you fall in love with the characters. Then there are those that take you on an adventure or are just plain fun. The what is your favorite author and story question is too limited in perspective. A better question might be what are you in the mood for?

After Christmas Scotty's family piled into their station wagon for a New Year's trip to Tupelo. I hung out with Big John as much as I could without making a pest of myself. Thursday morning Big John and my Dad went to play golf and my Mom took my Grandmother shopping so I had a little time for myself. I decided to hit the trails and see just how high the new bike would jump. I packed a few goodies away in my backpack, locked up the house and hit the trails. My favori

Down here in Mississippi, Sheriff's deputies tend to be the elected sheriff's worthless in-laws. They aren't very bright, tend to be bullies and are about as progressive as George Wallace.

There's some dark and disturbing parts- much of it is NOT pretty. When I first posted it, someone emailed me that "Wow- you were really disturbed". No. You think? Yeah- we were messed up but blaming us for it was like blaming a pinata for getting hit with a stick.

Put on your seatbelt. It's going to be a dangerous and disturbing ride. I barely survived it myself.

Yeah- this isn't your basic happy happy, joy joy coming out story. This is about how screwed up it can be and the consequences.

If this happened today, I have no doubt that parents involved would call attorneys and "release the hounds". Rainer and the local Scout organization REALLY deserved it. Back then they were shocked and embarrassed and didn't want anyone to know what happened. There's a reason why lots of organizations like to carry on their activities in the dark- they call it confidential for YOUR protection. That's not it at all. It is for THEIR protection.

You nailed it: that's exactly why I wrote it. I wrote it so people would know what happened so it won't happen again.

There was one good thing about our folks not speaking to each other. Scotty and I were able to pull off many things that had they been comparing notes, we would have never gotten away with. Citizens band radios were something of a fad at the time. We struck upon the idea of asking our folks for a hand-held 40 channel CB radios that Radio Shack had on sale. That Christmas was difficult. It was the first holiday since we had been separated. Even though we were talking again, his presen

>>James, what are you looking for? GLBT peoples experiences with the cops. For instance, I got pulled over and asked to explain my HRC bumper sticker. My truck was searched and everything I owned tossed on the side of the road. After a little over an hour they gave up and left threatening me with a citation for littering if I didn't pick that shit up. This was fairly recent- 2012 I think. It's pointless to complain. All that will get is retaliation. I was wondering if this was just redneck Mississippi cops or if they acted this way all over.

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I'm curious to hear from our community: Have you ever been on the wrong end of police misconduct? Bullying, Harassment- that sort of thing? I'm considering a story that involves it and I would like to hear your experiences. If you aren't comfortable replying here, please PM me.

I'm curious to hear from my readers: Have you ever been on the wrong end of police misconduct? Bullying, Harassment- that sort of thing? I'm considering a story that involves it and I would like to hear your experiences. If you aren't comfortable replying here, please PM me.

Misfit KId I dream frequently, sometimes they come out funny I go through insanity, all they want is money All these parties they get so habitual, the same sea of faces Always pushin', always pullin', always in the races I get cooled out I get the come ons I get rumbled I get crumbled, yeah I'm the American misfit kid I'm still wonderin' what I did I'm stiletto, so so sharp and I'm willin' to cut Sometimes nebulous, well I'm ready to strut Lost and frantic, new age romantic, I'm checkin' out the race I never cared about what it meant always loved disgrace I get rhythm I get cornflakes I get fast love I get wasted, yeah I'm the American misfit kid Still wonderin' what I did I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride (I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride) I dream frequently, sometimes they come out funny, ha I live with absurdity, it's always warm and runny And all these parties they get so ritual lonely hearts and aces Always pushin', always pullin', always in the races I get cooled out I get the come ons I get rumbled I get crumbled, yeah I'm the American misfit kid I'm still wonderin' what I did I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride I'm the American misfit kid I'm still wonderin' what I did I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride That's right I get cooled out I get the come ons I get rumbled I get crumbled I get cornflakes, fast love, wasted I get cornflakes, fast love, wasted Dangerous Type can i touch you are you out of touch i guess i never noticed that much geranium lover i'm live on your wire come and take me who ever you are he's a lot like you the dangerous type he's a lot like you come on and hold me tight inside angel always upset keep on forgetting that we ever met can i bring you out in the light my curiosity's got me tonight the museum director's with their high shaking heads they kick white shadows until they play dead they want to crack your crossword smile can i take you out for a while

You can't go on, Thinking nothing's wrong...

Hole in the Soul One last cigarette in the pack, A twenty and some change, Just a few pills, some weed in my sack, Empty again, my soul exchanged. Lovers and friends, they fade away, Into the past, into the grey, Nothing is left except the need to feed, The emptiness, obsession and greed. Someone asks, “Are you OK?” When every day is lifeless gray, My life is being sucked down the hole, Another fix, another bowl. One is too many, ten thousand not enough, Sometimes it h

There is an axiom of war that I had never heard: the side that fires the first shot has already lost. I had won the first battle but it was already shaping up to be a long, ugly war. I was kept waiting for a half-hour before I was summoned into Vice-Principle Harry Walther's office. He had me sit down across the desk from him. Coach T was sitting in another chair. There was a file on the desk. This all felt sickeningly familiar. Mr. Walther's ask

Reminds me of my time at Chippendale's... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeJmYtwuggw