JamesSavik

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What makes a novel "gay"? A Rainbow binding? Tiny feather Boas? Magic twinkie dust? Leather on the HARD back? What percent of gay sex, campyness, kitchy slang, innuendo or gossip does it take? I have a strange idea that no novels are gay. They may have gay content, they may have sex, they may even have gay characters but the novel itself isn't gay. It should stand alone on its own merits. Like a person, a novel should have its own character, integrity and ideals. It should define itself in its message- not its sexuality. We do ourselves a great disservice by drawing a circle and throwing our art inside. It tends to create the very kind ghetto of thought that we all seek to avoid. I look forward to the day when gay themes, characters and even romance hardly merit attention. They are defined simply as romance, mystery, action, sci-fi and westerns.

That's good enough for my purposes. Still need to know how old you had to be to get your license back then. Wasn't it 16?

New story for winter anthology. Sneaky Peek: ___________ It’s funny how life can change in an instant. One event can change everything that follows. That moment arrived for Randy Austin Taylor, affectionately known as “Rat” by his many friends at Denton Academy, on a sunny Tuesday afternoon during his fifth period Geometry class on May 16, 1978. He was summoned to the office by one of the girls who worked there. His anxiety was heightened by the way she spoke quietly to his teacher and looked at him sideways. That look spoke volumes. As he took the long walk to the office he tried to think of anything that he might have done to merit the attention of Vice Principle Maxwell. His primary duty was to tend to disciplinary matters at the Academy which he did with gusto. A large paddle nicknamed Old Hickory with which he tended to such matters was prominently displayed in his office. When he arrived at the main office, he was greeted warmly by the school secretary Mrs. Shannon and was directed to Principle Van Zant’s Office. For a moment he felt better about matters. Van Zant never bothered with disciplinary matters except in his own Civics and Texas History classes. His role was “good cop” in contrast to Maxwell. Everything changed when he walked into Van Zant’s office. Mr. Van Zant was sitting behind his desk with somber expression. Sitting in chairs around the room was his father’s law partner Brad Miloy, a uniformed Texas Ranger and the school nurse Shelly McBride. Van Zant rose and said, “Randy, please take a seat. I’m afraid we have the worst kind of news for you.” Randy’s mind was racing as he sat down in the big chair. Brad Miloy said, “Get hold of yourself Randy. This is as bad as it gets. I got here as soon as I could.” Randy was really shaken up by this point and said, “What has happened?” The Texas State Trooper said, “I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this son. Today at a little past one your mother and father were headed north to Denton on Highway 7 when traffic slowed for an accident. They were rear ended and killed instantly by a tractor-trailer.” ____________________________________________________ Tune into the Winter Anthology for more!

I-35W/TX 77 == the Denton Rd

I need help with a couple of details on the DFW area during the late seventies. The area has grown and law change over the years. The accuracy of these details are important for a story that I'm working on. 1. At what age can you get your Texas drivers license in 1978? 2. What is the main road from Dallas to Denton at this time?

When I drop dead, I want an obituary limerick. Vulgar, crude and bawdy! Some thought James was exceptionally rude, Others thought the old boy was crude, But if you got his bro-mance And got into his pants You would discover him exceptionally lewd!

That's why they call the the Filthy-delphia Eagles- their fans are nucking futz.

best wishes mate

best wishes Lacey!

Actually it's the other way around- we protest opression.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xos60guCmIg

I've skipped gym time for various reasons: the flu, recovering from another virus that's nearly impossible to spell and recovering from an encounter with a rabid dentist. Anywhere from a week to a couple of months.

I'll spot for you.

Whether or not they get another shot depends on which one and why I dumped him in the first place. For instance... the ever drunk guy that calls me drunk and horny at 2 am... not so much. Anyway... he would just fall asleep. The guy that got promoted and transfered to the D.C. office... getting warmer. Much, much warmer! It's an easy game. See how it is played?

They do exist but almost everything you know about them is wrong. Every myth has its beginning in some truth. About 35,000 years ago and alien expedition was marooned here on earth. They were faced with an impossible dilemma: die out or mix with the locals. They changed humanity and themselves. Neanderthals died out almost over night and modern man suddenly appeared. It was as if the Neanderthal had a complete upgrade that made them much more intelligent and with language skills. Vampires are those with a rare triple recessive gene that makes them most like the Ancients. The do not drink blood. That's a myth. They do require infusions of life energy which they take in small amounts from ordinary humans. Their most distinguishing characteristics is that they are sun-light sensitive, pale in appearance and have very long lifespans. There are two types: half-bloods and true bloods. True bloods have the triple recessive genes while the half-bloods only have the pair. Half bloods are completely indistinguishable from ordinary humans. They are weaker than full-bloods and don't have the long life-spans. Half-bloods also lack the photo-sensitivity of the true-bloods. The Ancients don't like the limelight. They stay in the shadows but guide and push humanity forward. They have been kings and scientists and statesmen. They have also been butchers and dictators and manipulators. They are just like us: good and evil, wise and foolish, benevolent and malicious. The fate of our two races are hopelessly and completely ensnared.

Ping Pong Summer http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/ping_pong_summer/ Truly vomit inspiring. The movie is bad to start with. What makes it so bad that it's a sign of the apocalypse is the sound track. It was on before Inside the NFL and I had to watch the last few minutes. That's all it took. :thumbdown: :thumbdown:

The cat is allergic to codeine

Me in the waiting room...

Did I mention that I Hate the Dentist? With all of the fear and loathing and the insane panic that small animals in critter carriers get when they smell that antiseptic smell of the veterinarians office. I want to flee. Run away, very fast with heart racing, sweating, rapid breathing. I'm not an easily frightened person. I just have a phobia of men with sharp objects poking around in my mouth. The gas is fun but it is but a cruel, cruel lie. The gas makes you just a little high. OK- it makes you a LOT high. Everything is fun and psychedelic cool and then it goes away and you feel the pain and taste the blood and chips of drilled teeth and smell the smoke. The smoke the drill makes is what really freaks me out. I have what dentists call English teeth. I was doomed by genetics. It's not socialized dentistry or failing to brush my teeth. They are too close together and when I should have gotten braces, I couldn't. I was too poor and getting punched too much. They aren't just bad teeth. They are atrocious, rebellious traitors. You can brush them, floss and gargle with virgins blood and they are still suicidally rebellious. They know that if they keep it up I'll have the dentist drill their brains out and fill them with bondo. Rotten bastards. Brush your teeth. I'll be at the dentist tomorrow. I will be the one in the tree with his tail puffed.

Who said this... one of the founders? A desire to resist oppression is implanted in the nature of man. The desire for safety stands against every great and noble enterprise. The more corrupt the state, the more numerous the laws. Truth is confirmed by inspection and delay; falsehood by haste and uncertainty.

We are oft to blame in this, 'Tis too much proved - that with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself. -Hamlet Act 3 Scene 1 What we need right now is a clear message to the people of this country. This message must be read in every newspaper, heard on every radio, seen on every television... I want *everyone* to *remember*, why they *need* us! -Chairman Sutler, V for Vendetta Nuclear power is meaningless in a world where a virus can kill an entire population and leave its wealth intact. -Delia Surridge V for Vendetta

I like zombie fiction. But... I like Tolkien's elves.

wolf!