Summer Session

Keep-Calm-English-teacher
I got a message from a colleague at my old school. You may recall that I left there rather suddenly, and that one of the main reasons was the (in my opinion) poor leadership of the principal and the lack of support she gave the staff.
I got a message that she has quit. She is not coming back next year. She is done.
For a brief moment I felt like - "Oh no! I should have stayed! Things can get better now that she's gone!" Read More...
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Dangrous Kiss

At dinner
His hand on my knee
Brushed aside
As the waiter approaches
Tension builds
He is delicious
He is dangerous
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OrlandoStrong

westboro
As I review the events from yesterday in my mind, I remember the tweet from the Christian Texas Lt. Governor Dan Patrick saying that this is what we deserve ("you reap what you sow"), I remember "Pastor" Pat Robertson saying that this is God's punishment for allowing marriage equality, and I see images of the ubiquitous Westboro Baptist Church and their usual hatred... I realize: I have far more to fear from you so-called "Christians" than I do from any Muslim group. I have more to fear from your organized hatred than from any single homophobic individual. Your justification of this massacre as "deserved" hurts me far more than any bullet ever will. I am reminded of a quote often attributed to Gandhi: "I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ." Read More...
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Long Lost Love

Mystery-Man-Avatar
So through a roundabout way, I came across a photo of the first boy I ever dated way back in high school, 1984. Thirty-two years ago.
One of my best friends, Jenny, dated a guy,we'll call him Chris, for a short while. Chris was a football jock. And secretly gay. He is now a leather pup owned by a leather bear title holder. Things change.
Since Chris knows my friend Don through the leather community, he showed up on my Faceplace page as "Someone you might know."
And next to his picture was a photo of David.
The first boy I loved. Read More...
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Two Torrid Tales, Deux

GayPulp2
OK, it's Saturday morning, I'm having coffee, I'm awake.
Time for the second tale.
So last week I met a guy - also on Tinder, I believe, though maybe on Surge (the new, all-gay version of Tinder). We flirted for a day or two, mutual chemistry, intelligent, good sense of humor, the whole lot.
Then one night we did something I haven't done since high school - we talked on the phone for 3 hours. Read More...
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Two Torrid Tales

GayPulp3
This may get a little spicy for some of you, but I have two stories to tell about two guys that I (sort of) had dates with this past week.
They're both bad, and one of the stories involves where I put my penis, so you may want to skip this if you're not ready for that kind of information.
To begin, I had this date with a guy I met off Tinder. Yes, I'm on Tinder. I figured it was less hookup-ey than Scruff or Growlr and I really wanted to go on a date.
So I meet this guy, he's shy, he says, and he doesn't want to meet in Hillcrest, so we meet at a coffee place in Normal Heights and then go have a burger and beer.
We're chatting, but I'm anxious and he's shy and it is going slowly. Read More...
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