The march is in full swing with Charles Parker in the middle, surrounded by a crowd of overjoyed people. Some just walking, some dancing to the jolly music that comes blasting from several mobile boom-boxes, some chanting along. While it's not his type of music, he sees how the pulsating beats and the merry tunes create an atmosphere of overall joy free of all trouble and care; an atmosphere of liberation and freedom. He...
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror as I left the flat. I was wearing khaki shorts, a red t-shirt and a grey hoody. I tidied my short, brown hair and slung my camera bag over my shoulder. It was a bright, clear day, so I grabbed my sunglasses and headed out into the sunshine. I was single again, but instead of moping around, I had decided to get out, try new things and generally try to make the most of the summer. To...
Once upon a time, not long ago, I was in college. Now, you would think college is where sex is easy. Ladies abound, walking everywhere. Whilst that is somewhat true, my shy, introverted personality somewhat collides with that. If you get to know me, I am a straight man that is very secure in his masculinity. I love women. I have been since middle school when puberty hit me with an uppercut to the jaw. However, a funny sto...
“Nervous?” Abby looked up at her boyfriend as the elevated train car rattled and screeched around a turn before straightening out and heading towards the loop. “What? No. Why would I be nervous?” “A million people…” She shook her head. “I can’t imagine that many in the same place at one time.” Justin nodded and laughed. “Can you imagine if they threw one of these things back home? There’d be like ten people there!” Abby s...
A recent business trip to Australia caused me to redefine my definition of pride. Before the trip, I always took pride in my work, my achievements and my ability to focus on my targets and goals. I knew what I needed, what was needed of me and I acted to the best of my ability to fulfil those needs. When one lives life on those terms it becomes very simple. The Australian trip started as all other trips start. Meticulous...
You keep teasing me under these stars. You lean in ever so close; I can feel your breath mix with mine, your lips invade the bubble around mine. And then you back away, and I can see the sky, but your eyes are burned into my thoughts, a soft hazel I can just barely make out. You’re the girl of my dreams, and this is the scene of my dreams. I want you to pinch me. I want you to reassure me that all of this is real. I want...
Eden. The word doesn’t need adornment, alone it evokes the image of paradise. Except, it doesn’t in my case. Though not hell by any means, my Eden wasn’t the paradise you should find yourself praying for. For you see, my Eden was, and maybe always will be, my community; a coastal Australian town, about five hundred kilometres, though at times it felt more like five hundred years, away from Sydney. Eden was, as you might h...
“Time to wake up, baby.” Her voice is soft, gentle. My eyes lazily roll open, glazed over with fragments of last night's dream. Groaning, I pull the sheet over my face and rub my eyes with the heel of my palm, trying to shed sleep from my mind. “Ayla.” The way she drags out my name, letting it linger on her lips, causes a tingle. “Ayla,” she says it again and I feel the warmth of her breath against my neck. I can feel h...
You welcomed me,allowed me inso unafraid of love. You simply realizedonce morehow right it is to love.To garner love and share itas often as you may. To say it, often, now and thenbefore you lose your way.To never be ashamed of it,ashamed to say you've loved.To say that you have loved once moreand will be loved as well.Loving as you live your life,with arms encompassing. Open widely, freely,to take in all the love.Believi...
Here I sat as I wondered how I could tell my parents what I’d hidden for so long. I’ve always known something was different about me, but I tried to continue on what society considered the “right” path. I went to prom with Jack, from down the street, as was expected of me. We followed the rituals of pictures and dancing as we were supposed to. We even had been voted as prom king and queen. We had dated since I was sixteen...
The final crescendo of Lizt's Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 came crashing down and I the celebrated 'Angelique' stood from the piano stool. The roar and the clapping of the audience deluged over me as I took an exhausted bow. Sweat streamed from every pore of my body as I strode off the stage despite the clamour for an encore. As I went through the corridor to my dressing room, the impresario grabbed my arm as I passed by and...
Groan! "Oh, yeah, baby. Suck my snorg. Take it deep into your mouth hole!"Those were the sounds I heard coming from the other side of the wall.'Gross,' I thought quietly to myself. You'd think by now they would have figured out how to make soundproof walls. What good is all this Alien technology if they couldn't even do that?I'm Jane, and I would give anything for just one night where I didn't have to hear my mom and my s...
From: CharlotteTo: MaddieDate: July 3, 2019 Since you asked, it's a funny story how Lisa and I wound up at SF Pride wearing "Proud of our Daughters" tee shirts. I'll tell you what happened last weekend. But DON'T TELL your mother!! Lisa will divorce you as her sister if you do. Give us a chance to tell her and my mom ourselves. [LOL feel free to skip the sex scene in the story. I was just too excited not to share it with...
Princess My mind is a fucking slugfest. Muhamed Ali versus George Foreman. The Rumble in the Jungle. I sit in my car, pensive. Two massive personalities square off inside my indecisive head. Punch after punch controlling my every thought. In one corner, Peter the jock. Twenty-two year old, six foot, blonde hair, blue eyed, former all-American football phenom. In the opposing corner, Princess. Princess loved dorning my mot...
Luca held up his gloved right hand and threw a punch. It connected with his opponents' jaw but did not knock him down. He saw a tooth go flying out of the corner of the other man’s mouth. As Luca pranced around the boxing ring he could hear notes and melodies playing in his head, soft as anything. His feet seemed to follow the musical notes floating in his mind. Light as air his body seemed to levitate around the ring.Out...
