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Tommy: Wait a minute here.... are you jealous? Darren: Me? *snorts and sips his wine* My dear Thomas, I do not get jealous Tommy: Oh come on *shuffles over to the bar* You're jealous~ Steve's been gone for two years in the service and the first person he goes to see is Laura.. you've got to be at least a little jealous~ Darren: For the last time, Tommy, I do not get- *hisses and crushes his wine glass* GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM YOU WOOLLY MAMMOTH! D8< -- Darren: I miss Steve already... I'm not used to seeing hot pockets in the freezer the day after I buy them

 Alex pulled Cherry into their dorm room and shut the door behind them.  The crossdresser looked at the red headed girl in disbelief. "Explain." was all he was able to say.  He was shocked that someone had found him out! Cherry seemed unphazed about the whole ordeal.  She crossed her arms, thinking for a moment.  "Hm.. How can I tell that you're a boy... Good question."  she said.  "Well it was really a 'that's a boy' thought.  Women's intuition you could call it. But what really let me know was the shape of your face." she said, outlining Alex's jaw with her fingers.  "Your jaw is a tad to broad to be a girl's.  True you can pass off as a

Carl: Mr. President, I am asking you to treat me as an equal citizen as God treats us as equal children. And if you tell me no, then I swear, I will say "fuck this country" and I'm moving to Canada where they HAVE gay marriage and their maple syrup isn't flooded with corn syrup! D8< Anthony:

It’d been six months since we’ve been engaged, Steve and I. Dreaming of our future wedding and romantic honeymoon in the soft hills of Sweden, dusted with snowdrift, where Steve’s grandfather had run during the years of mourning after world war two. Ten years we’ve been dating, since the confusing years of eighth grade, where the word ‘gay’ had begun to make its way into slang terms as a common meaning to the word ‘stupid’.  Ten years we’ve been dating, through the harsh-felt harassment endured constantly in high school as freshman and sophomores. Ten years we’ve been dating, striding the coll

A swagger to his walk and a sway to his stand one could say Steven came in no other brand Of coffee or tea or whiskey or meed or perhaps the crab apples under the tree. His hair was a brown His eyes a soft green His freckles a-many His complexion somehow obscene Surprisingly modest With a soft, quiet voice His humor, amusing To the vulgar sort of choice. His tolerance was low His spirits quite high Raising his glass He said towards the sky “I thank thy Lord For letting me live This horrible life Without touching that shiv For letting me meet This beautiful man I'd have died if not for meeting than” And he

   The alarm was buzzing at 6:00 a.m. I reached over hitting the snooze and pushing off the fleece blankets that covered my legs. The sun began to rise over the horizon, giving the dull sky a light orange glow. I slowly slid my feet out from the remains of the covers and placed my feet on the icy, tile floor. I shivered at the cold touch but, soon ignored it and stood up.    A faint knocking came from my door as i finished getting dressed. "Who is it?" I asked curious to who would be up at this time in the morning.    "Its Ace. Can i come in?" I walked to the door and opened it slowly asking, "Wh