Autobiography - Stories

Ly was different. He saw his surroundings differently. There were way too many worlds he had to belong to. His train of thought had no breaks, and his emotions got too loud at times. Sometimes he simply wanted to disappear.

Welcome to the world of Ly trying to figure out how to breathe in his chaotic life without losing himself or the man he loves.

This is a collection of very short stories, that I had written over thirty years ago, when I first started to write, and they are recollections of real events that took place on the farm where I grew up in Western Australia.

Preston aka Quokka

One man's journey to self-realization. I’ve been sort of stuck on the current active stories, not having the freedom to type as much. So I dusted off an autobiographical entry I’d written for a secret author event that I never used. All of what you’re about to read, should you decide to do so, is true.

In the halls of a parochial boys’ school in Westchester County, a teenager carries a secret he has no language for and no one to share it with. Convinced he is the only gay kid among eight hundred boys, he navigates a world that would condemn him for simply being himself.
Out of those eight hundred, one boy stops him cold.
A brutally honest account of obsession, longing, and the cruelty of desire that must remain invisible, and a single sentence that could have changed everything.

This is an account of actual events from the perspective of the person who experienced it - me...

This story is unlike my others. It is the true account of a gay boy growing up in California in the second half of the twentieth century. A story many of us can tell.

There is darkness and light in this narrative.

This is based on prompt #144:

Describe your favorite place in summer. Make us feel it.

The internet can change your life in so many ways. Here's how GA helped change mine.

My reflection on spending the holidays with myself as company.

We give you twenty-four bits and pieces of all flavors to celebrate the most mystical time of the year.