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AGE:
40
LOC: Jacksonville, FL
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: May 11
LOC: Jacksonville, FL
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: May 11
I have been writing short stories and poetry since I was old enough to write. As a child I had a very vivid imagination and learned how to write early on from my sister who is much older. I had my first story published in the local newspaper when I was in first grade and have been encouraged to write ever since. My writing isn’t of a particular style, it is mainly an embellished recollection of my life and life experiences; all of my short stories and poetry have some foundation of actual events and persons.
I currently reside in Jacksonville, Florida where I write a commentary called “Gay in The City”. It is based on actual events that happen in my daily life and events that I observe around me. I came to realize years ago that …
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Acceptance....Is it really ours to demand??? We demand acceptance and equal rights under the Constitution of the United States and we accuse organized religion of brainwashing the world against us; but what is the underlying reason for these demands? We chant, protest and demand justice when an unknown homosexual, such as Matthew Shepherd, is killed for being who he or she is. This is a kid who was murdered in his youth, before he had a chance to become the man he was to be. Nobody knew him o...
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Tammy called today bursting with news; “We’re expecting!” she exclaimed, after she asked how things were going in my life; I honestly do not know how she held the news for the first fifteen minutes of conversation that revolved completely around me and what was going on in my life, maybe some people are actually less self-centered than I am. I was excited for her and we immediately started discussing the new nursery, clothes, I wasn’t sure at all what I would wear to the birthing of a new bab...
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He wakes me in the morning with a soft kiss good morning, He brushes my cheek with his hand and smiles at me. I smile back and look at him through sleepy eyes, Then kiss him back good morning and hold him close. He leaves the room closing the door softly behind him, I hear him as he makes his way to the kitchen to start the coffee. I lie in bed thinking back on the time we have spent together, All the smiles, laughter, and good times we've shared. He comes back into the room with a cup of cof...
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Almost a month had passed and still no word from “Mr. Right”, known to his friends as Thomas. I resolved to settle back into my quiet and uneventful life. I enjoyed my quiet time alone, I was not by any means co-dependant, but still hoped to someday become part of what I believed would be a great relationship with the right person. I decided a nice bottle of wine, good music, some candlelight, and a good book would make for a nice escape. I settled on a Beringer 2003 Private Reserve Cabernet ...
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It was Friday night and I decided it was time to confront Mr. Oh So Right. I finally discovered his true identity. It took a lot of research and stalking to finally track him down on the trusty internet, but there he was; I finally found him. The photos posted in his online profile hardly did justice to his sexy good looks that captured my attention some weeks ago; I could barely contain my enthusiasm and somehow all of my inhibitions quickly drained from my mind. I read through his online pr...
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Very touching poem, good content as well, however, I think it could use a little more passion, the passion of loss and love of a friend does not quite come through, it seems to read as words from stranger, a greeting card per say, rather than the words of a friend who is hurting of the loss of another friend. There should be a more aboding feeling of sharing that loss, anger, distress, and love. Great poem, just try to put more emotions into it, internalize it, feel the pain of your friend an...
I found your story very real and touching. I can completely relate to your story. In high school I too was shy and quiet, except when I was among my large group of friends, all girls. After high school I wanted to keep in-touch with my friends, but they moved on with their lives and I was not a part of it. I did have sort of a hard time following parts of it, I was not sure if you were a cool kid in high school and maybe your perception of yourself was different, but it did seem you changed y...
Very good poem, I could well relate to what you had to the entire poem. I found it somewhat depressing, but hopeful in moving on to new shores and looking forward to a better place than what we are currently in. I think I understood correctly that a love ended at the other person's convenience, but you were accepting it and setting your sights on finding a new love and your feelings were somewhat all over the place, adventurous and what else might be out there, but concerned as to what might ...
The poem reads very well, I loved the rythm and flow, but have to admit that somewhere in the second part I became lost, perhaps because I have never heard of the landmarks mentioned so I could not relate. I became confused and lost in the second part, maybe a little more imagary would help.
Cute and quirky piece. I found it interesting and probably something that all of us feel and think. Your form feeling are conveyed to your audience quite well.
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