Oh. Hell. No. I had inconsistently spent the last two days looking through boxes in my garage, boxes in the back of my closet, old duffel bags, and every dark corner that I normally try to avoid. Somehow I just knew that damn box was sitting on its pretty little ass in the attic. Why the attic? Because that's where things go to be forgotten. That is, until m...
Pelaam© January 2011 "Are you ready yet?" "In a minute, Dad." Ryan groaned as he looked at his watch for what felt like the twentieth time. Samantha had gone from a young girl to a young lady in the space of a month and it was all down to Jefferson. He had arrived at her school just before Christmas and with a couple of weeks after their return, Jefferson...
Walter Pinge has no life. It was a phrase commonly heard whispered across the floor. That, and talk of how committed he was to his job. He sat in his private office, day in and day out, quietly number crunching, his obviously intellectual mind constantly churning over behind his thick, black-rimmed glasses. Not even his straight brown hair could hide his pa...
Vegas Aftermath As I situated into my seat on the flight home, the sweat began to release knowing what I had ahead of me. I was legitimately tempted to head straight back to the hotel to hide for days, but knew it was time to rip the bandaid and confront the situation at home. My brain would teeter back and forth between planning the uncomfortable conver...
Hey Guys! Here's another chapter of my new series. Thanks for all the great feedback on Chapter 1, I'm so happy it was well received. If you can't already tell, this one is a bit of a slow burn. These characters are still reacquainting themselves after all these years, so you know the build-up will be worth it. Let me know what you think- any and all feedbac...
After a few more hours of sleep, I came to again. This time the agony in my head, though still soul destroying, was bearable, just. Moving extremely slowly and carefully, I opened my eyes and turned my head, praying the that the sound of someone else in bed with me was just a dream. Alas, that was not the case. When I finally managed to look beside me, I wa...
"I should've just aborted you, you ungrateful little bastard." ~Linda Wilkinson to eleven year old son Shane~ * February 4, 2011 "Taz likes them," Shane said for the sixth time since entering the stretch limousine. As expected, Rory had lit into him about his piercings. And since Taz's endorsement was the most persuasive argument Shane had working in his...
The week prior, Ms. Mahoney, the play's director, had brought in a gay actor, Sean, to talk to the cast about the unique issues of sexuality raised by the script. With the two lead actors both being straight, they would have been remiss not to try to get some perspective from someone who could relate to what they were portraying. Sean was a senior at the co...
[This is a historical and somewhat fictional story. The basic story was told to me over several days by an old man I met in England through his son. I met the son, Nigel, on a scuba diving trip in the Mediterranean. We became close friends, and I accepted an invitation to visit him in England. The story involves sex between men. So the usual disclaimers and...
“I’d still feel better if you’d let me wear my suit.” “You’d never get it on over that cast. Besides, our church is fairly casual.” He looked at Nate’s khaki Dockers’s and dark-blue pullover. “You look great, as always. You’re gonna cause me to have impure thoughts all during the service.” “You’re pretty sinful yourself in those black jeans and that white...