None of us in the gay community will ever forget the week of July 4th. Independence Day fell on a Wednesday, and on the Monday before, the newly re-constructed Supreme Court ruled the Obergefell v Hodges decision that legalized gay marriage was unconstitutional. Needless to say, my husband Andrew and I, along with more than 400,000 other married, same-sex...
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My college roommates managed to drag me away from studying finals to see a band playing in the city. I wasn't enthused as the only breaks I took during studying were spent eating, using the bathroom, or masturbating, all of which took less than 15 minutes. Worse even, my friends didn't tell me anything about the band, not even the genre. I later learned th...
*** The first chapter is a little more drawn out to paint the story line. The following chapters will have more action and less dialogue. *** CHAPTER 1 It is a fine, sunny day in the month of September as I sat at my usual table waiting for an old school friend of mine. He should be arriving soon to join me for lunch here at the Hail Ale in Westminster Cit...
The irony still lingers. I was aboard a lemon yellow 707, one of the famous "jelly bean fleet" launched by Braniff Airlines in the 1960s, or more precisely, dreamed up by one the reigning ad agencies of the era, to give their client an edge in aero-hipness. The fleet was so named for the colors Braniff adopted, a palette including lime green, orange, and p...
This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above. *** Sometimes on the way to work I stop by a convenience for a bottle of Diet Pepsi. I know -- sodas are bad for you, including sodas sweetened with artificial sweeteners. You know what? Everything is bad for you to some extent. I happen to like the sharp taste of cola in the morni...
I really needed a quieter life, which is why I moved fifteen miles outside the city. I found a small neighborhood, if you could call it that, with about half a dozen homes on a country road. The house was small (2 beds 2 baths) but was plenty for me and the dog. The yard was large and took a full day to mow but, even so, it was better than living in my last...
This is loosely based on true happenings and therefore, personal names and details of characters have been changed. However, the location and the situation of the location are true, in my opinion that is. Also, note that while the situation is true, the storyline is not all true. I just wanted to touch the topic of LGBT situation in my country and I needed t...
I. Sam Caplan didn't try to be the black sheep of his Alabama family. He just was. Nothing he did was right. He was the baby of a very religious and successful family. His oldest brother Shane was a surgeon. His sister Sandy was a school teacher who married a lawyer. His twin older brothers Sean and Stephen were Merchant Marines. Sam, on the other hand, wa...
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