VIII And they lived happily ever after. The End. Yeah, right. Of course, I haven't called either, haven't messaged, haven't hustled the three blocks to the Nolan's and rung the bell. So I'm sitting at my desk, and I'm thinking to myself that nothing at all has changed. The face in the mirror is the same one I've always looked at, though I had popped in my contacts in the hopes that it might not be.
Boys & Strangers in Public Restrooms: Two Stories
The Long Leash: Irritated Dragon - Ryoko21 - Original Work [Archive of Our Own]
No plans tomorrow night? Erica, I have been excited to see the buzz in the paper and the SLOG about the options for replacement of the Viaduct. However I think there are a few important points that you have missed in your articles and slogging. First, there seems to be an implied characterization that the "no-build" option means a no cost option.
Two Stories About My Dad's Dick – Part I
Sign in. Trying to find a feel-good "gay" movie to watch is like playing a game of Russian Roulette with your soul , and I think that's shitty: There's a difference between a "gay drama", an "important gay movie", a "gay romance", and a "gay rom-com" I like romance movies, and I'm not apologizing for it! Because sometimes it's important to know , when you decide to watch a movie, that the lovable couple you're giddy for isn't going to be shattered by horrible death or separated forever in lonely despair by the time the credits roll. Alas, in gay cinema, our most-mainstream movie ends with our protagonist sniffing the jacket of a man who was tire-ironed to death on the side of a freeway; our most critically-lauded flick ends with our star-crossed lovers hurtling themselves to their deaths against an electric fence.
Bravo to men who are willing to simply be upstanding adults when our culture makes it clear that only weirdos are interested in kids other than their own. Mom in the second story is a control freak, and her son just happens to an available person to control. I think a lot of bubble wrapping is about control, and kids are just the unfortunate victims. Your photo reminds me of when I was a kid.