The image of Thomas leaning back against his car that Thursday evening as I walked out of the training facility and over to his car took my breath away. This soft, gentle giant of a man leaning back with his arms crossed and feet crossed at the ankles. My God, he’s gorgeous. Why does he have this effect on me? I thought to myself. “When you told me you were a soccer player, you didn’t tell me that you were the best player...

Since the beginning of the season, we'd been struggling to get our game down. The majority of our team was made up of freshmen and sophomores. Then there was me and three other juniors with only one senior, the goalie. Tonight's match was tight, and it was still scoreless with time running out. The last thing we wanted was to go into extra time or have to decide the game with goal kicks. We just weren't good enough for al...

So far, I've gone through life without a care in the world. At least that's how it's been for the first 20yrs of my life. For me, shit that others have to stress themselves over, I've blown right past with ease. It's just the way it is, the way it's always been. I'm a privileged young man with well-to-do parents, and life can be pretty sweet. But just like everything else in life, it doesn't matter how sweet things are; y...

Driving into the city on a Sunday was not something normal for me. I say the city, and you think of New York City or Los Angeles, but growing up on a farm where the nearest town has a population of 350 people, then go to a place where 150 thousand people live automatically classifies that place as a city. My girlfriend had just gotten her apartment. Janie had moved out of her mother's house to live closer to campus. She w...

To say that I didn’t develop a sexual curiosity growing up would be the same as me saying, water is wet… I spent all of my early teen years and well into my high school years doing everything that I possibly could to be a man. Be man-like. I concentrated on hiding my physique from the world. Even though the incident with the eighth-grade bully pretty much introduced my feminine features to all those there that day. Nothin...

I fucking hate wearing compression shirts... Fucking things that I’ve always had to wear since I was fourteen. A byproduct created and then left behind in the aftermath of mother nature playing its cruelest joke on a pubescent boy. Let me explain... Instead of flooding my tiny body with testosterone to help my male body develop, my body was taken over by estrogen, making me a brutal victim of a severe chemical imbalance t...

Growing up on a farm in West Texas in the seventies was a time in my life that I will never forget. The summer of seventy-eight was when I came to realize who I truly was. I say was because I’ve spent the majority of my life since then fighting that discovery. Now that I’m older I’ve reached a point in my life that I can finally share that experience. More importantly, I’ve reached the point that I can live my life free f...