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    May Classic Author Excerpt: Stonegate Stables by Gabriel Morgan

    By Cia

    Did you catch Monday's blog featuring Gabriel Morgan's sexy contemporary Texas story, Stonegate Stables? If you're a fan of his story, don't forget to download the signature graphic to share it through the month. If you haven't read the story yet, maybe this excerpt will help change your mind!    I chose this short excerpt from chapter three because it's incredibly descriptive in a way that makes you desperately want to see what the characters are seeing, for one, and two, because it gives you so many ideas about what is going to happen next. You get a glimpse of Sean's day-to-day life and then, bam, a big moment hits. Those sorts of you'll know it when you see it, if you're ever lucky enough to have it happen to you, life's about to change because this person is just... them.    But life doesn't always turn out how you think it will, and Stonegate Stables might be a contemporary story with a hefty dose of romance (and sex, lots and lots of sex) but the author didn't forget that either. So this excerpt might just not mean what you think it means... but to find out, you'll have to read it, and then read the story!   To read more, click here. 
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    Warning: Some spoilers for those who haven't read the story

    Accepted GA Story: 31 March 18

    Vigilant

    *In Progress*

    Sci-Fi Futuristic Gay Romance

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    Summary

    Ardant is an ex-Corps soldier faced with the harsh reality that everyone is moving on from the war against the Gahlamons except himself.

    Swept into a group seeking to protest the executive laws passed by the United Planets Association,

    Ardant struggles with personal issues and a shocking love interest.

    *

    Chapters

    ( ! -with beta reader )

    ( * -in queue to be posted )

    Arrival

    Meet Ardant, the veteran with a sunny disposition and witness the arrival of the Gahlamons!

    Stuck

    Urgent problems with your airship? 

    Natibo Station has a Hub for all your needs as you wait for further notice!

    Program

    The Enemy-to-Allies Program set up by the UPA offers all Natibo Community clients the opportunity

    to meet and mingle our new friends, the Gahlamons, with lower rates and new amenities!

    Come visit our Port and you'll fall in love the features, join us today! 

    Confront

    Not everyone will greet our newest guests to the community, 

    and we understand your concerns but please remain calm and civil!

    Spoiler

    Opportunity

    Here at Charter's Security we're upgrading everything to offer better services to our clients!

    Every employee under the division is fully trained and eager to help in any way,

    including the new recruits that have been accepted by the UPA!

    Characters

    (those presented so far)

     

    Harthens

    Ardant

    Main Character

    Human

    Charter Security

    likes: coffee

    dislikes: Gahlamons

    Sarklet

    Ardant's Sister

    Human

    Stay-at-home-Mom

    likes: gardening

    dislikes: ignored

    Xar

    Ardant's Nephew

    Human

    Child

    likes: toys

    dislikes: Ardant


    Wilanos

    Maza

    Ardant's Friend

    Human

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    likes: running

    dislikes: confusion

    Lakla

    Sarklet's Friend

    Human

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    likes: -

    dislikes: not being in control


    Volders

    Rhagler

    Ardant's Neighbor

    Human

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    likes: family

    dislikes: Gahlamons


    Su'klythops (Suyi)

    Dathar

    Ardant's Neighbor

    Gahlamon

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    likes: -

    dislikes: -

     

    This blog post is subject to change through regular updates!

  1. Well.  Here I am.  I've finished off my two weeks at my last job.  Saying goodbye to the great people I worked with was hard.  I did that on Friday.  I finished packing and moving Saturday.  (and did 13,600 steps before taking off the Fitbit...).  Sunday was Easter with the family and now I'm looking at the giant pile of boxes and furniture and trying to figure out how all that stuff fit in my old place and will fit here at home.

    I've known this was coming for awhile, of course.  I built my mancave last year.  It will serve as my entertainment and fun room.  One of my computers is in here so that I can enjoy writing and what not.  I'll do some site work in here as well.  My main computer is set up in the Family room, which was the other renovation we did in the last 3 years.  We converted a covered porch into the family room.  It's all windows.  Perfect place to work most of the day until the sun swings around and then you have to close some of the blinds or get blinded by the sun (on those rare occasions the snow stops and the gray clears).

    I'm in the mancave at the moment taking a break from moving things.  I'm hoping by the end of the week, that things settle down and I can start work on my new normal.  The new job starts next Monday.  I figure by May, I'll get my routine all settled again and instead of so many trips on weekends, they'll be more open to doing site stuff and getting into a regular writing routine.

    I'll be on at weird times this week as I pop on and off between sorting and organizing my disaster.

  2. It's the first of April. And I'm too uptight to pull pranks. So, here's news you can believe in.

     

     At 12 noon Central Standard Time, the first chapter of new story will be published.

     

    New to GA that is.

     

    If you've read my blog entry 

    or if you've read

    You'll already know what I'm going to tell you. "You're not the One, Neo." XD

     

    Sorry, sorry. That's not it. "There is no spoon." NO! That's not it either,

     

    "The cake is a lie,"  No, that's not it either. But I might make cookies,

     

    Okay, okay. Weird attention deficit puns aside. What I'm trying to tell you in that at noon 

     

    my story Predators: 2-14-9X should be making it's Gay Authors debut.

     

    Please, read, react and comment.

     

    Edit: As of 12:06PM 4/1/208 it's published.

     

    Enjoy!

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    Wow, this is joyously freaky!

     

    I'm long-in-the-tooth, but only recently committed to writing full-time, all the time (a Coming Out of sorts for me). I suppose I finally got tired of keeping my head down, preaching that old mantra, "you have to do what you have to do, to do what you want to do" (paraphrase of St Augustine). I think it's fitting thus, to start off with immortal words that shook me out of space, into my true and rightful place:

     

    "It's better to physically force yourself to write 1000s of words, which may be shit, than to not write anything, and nurse vague and anxious thoughts about wanting to write something amazing." Shon Faye, 2017.

     

    Here's to the wordsmiths!

    Blessed be!

     

    .vEE

  4. So here’s what’s new.

     

    I’ve returned to the land of my ancestors. The little, funny-shaped island on the top left-hand corner of Europe where I spent most of my childhood, including half of my school life and a few chaotic years as an adult.

     

    This is the fourth time that I have been back since I was shipped off to the new world as a teenager and it seems that each time I return, this once very familiar place has moved a little further away. I have to admit that after seventeen years in Canada there is very little English left in me and I am now no more than a tourist in a city which for so long, I regarded as my home.

     

    One of the reasons for this visit was to attend a surprise birthday party for a friend who I have known since primary school. It was organised by his wife and she was the one who persuaded me to come over in a series of clandestine telephone calls and emails. It was a genuine surprise for my friend who didn’t suspect a thing and as you can imagine, it was quite an emotional reunion.

    He was completely unaware of the secret cross Atlantic messaging between his best friend and his wife and had no idea that she had already moved me into the spare room in their house earlier that day while he was at work. Understandably I suppose, he wasn’t that concerned by my harmless cavorting with his good lady and I spent most of the evening trying to free myself from his endless, tearful man hugs.

     

    I didn’t mind at all; he has always been one hundred percent straight but completely at home and supportive of my sexuality. I couldn’t want for a better friend and I shall miss him the most.

  5. Love, we all believe in it and hope one day to find it. While growing up we will learn many different types of love, from your family, the love of a friend and of course the love someone special gives you. In stories we are told that one day you will find the one and all will begin to fall into place, as if there really is just one person that will come sweep you off your feet? This often leading you to believe that out there only one person will ever love you fully.

     

    So why is it when we are single you see yourself differently? Why must we be down on ourselves because we have not found love? Throughout life many people will come and go, while at times we may think what we have found is true love. So really how do you know you’re in love?

     

    In my opinion there can be levels of love you feel for another, each one for a different reason. I had a friend once tell me they felt each man she had loved helped to prepare her for the one she ended up with. This made me think back too the different men that I had felt there had been some kind of love with. Before I wrote about someone called X, although that was somewhat more of a friendship there was still some else more. I’m not sure I would say I was in love, but there was love between us. We went through a lot together so what it grew to steamed from a kind of love. It made me think of the time of life and the events we were both facing. There had been a lot of ups and downs for us both so when we were there to pick up the pieces it created a love.

     

    With your friends you do love them and then if sex is involved it changes the entire game. Now why is it when it comes to love we see it as a game, the game of love? I often wondered was that because we seldom won and when you lost it was a gamble? With X it always felt as if it were a game, usually he held all the cards and never allowed me to roll the dice. So in all honestly this could only be considered as a love of a very close friend, one you had sex with. Even if you both did have feeling for each other and felt a strong connection you may not be in love, but who’s to say with X any ways. The way we depended on each other or how often we had sex made you believe it was more than just a friendship. I knew I did love him and from his actions I knew he loved me as well, but that love wasn’t strong enough to hold us together.

     

    When it comes to dating bi-curious men most times it’s just for the fun, yet there are times your feelings truly do get involved. Each man is different some just look for the thrill of the experience, but there are a few that also are looking for a little more. There was this guy I dated we will just call SI, he was a very sweet man, but also on the down low. For him though it was more of the fact he was still figuring himself out, along with trying to see if he preferred men over women, since he was bisexual. When we first met no one knew about him yet, he was still unsure himself, although from the first day we hung out we both felt this connection to each other we had never felt before.

     

    There was something different about SI not only was he a little more open about his sexuality, he was also more open about me. We began to hang out quite often and let me tell you the man knew how to take you out. Every date was more exciting than the last and each time he grew more comfortable with the possibility of settling with a man. SI wasn’t afraid to meet my friends, plus when we were out he made sure people knew we were together. When you finally found a man that was excited to show the world you were together you did all you could to keep him happy. Together SI and I made sure we both were happy, it was as if we had found the one, the one you thought may never come.

     

    Each time we went out the connection between us grew stronger and the sex was probably some of the best I’d ever had. This was turning into a real relationship and I was nothing but excited for the outcome. Of course life never allows you to be truly happy because soon SI had some family stuff to take care of and he left New York for a while. We wanted to wait for each other only he felt that was unfair to me so we took a break. The promise was once he returned we would pick up right where we left off, let’s hope right?

     

    Dating men in general can be very confusing most men find it hard to express the smallest of emotion. There had been this guy that I call Man, Man was the type of guy that showed you all of the romance and made sure to share his feeling with you. When we first started dating I felt everything was going in the right direction, not only did he make sure to plan nice dates, he also did all he could to make you know he was interested in you. He said the right words and had a way of making you feel as the most important person in the world.

     

    The thing that was different about Man was that he began to use the word love very early on, in fact he made sure we both did, for a bi-curious man that was a first. It was nice finding someone that wanted this as much as I did and as the months past he only made sure to make me fall for him more. So was this really love, or were we just in love with the idea of it? Either way he was the first and only man that I had ever met who rushed a relationship to the level we ended up on. I always assumed he was just a romantic or even someone that just really wanted a relationship then you wonder if it could have been love at sight?

     

    The love with Man was a forced love, one he craved for his own satisfaction and in the end he did make me fall for him. This love was not the same has I had felt for SI, shit even X. Every person will bring a certain love to you, some may be for good reasons while others may be to help you grow. In a way I guess to teach us what true love really is. The way I see it each guy you date and fall for may not be the one, or even anything more than a friend, but there is love there. We are human we want affection and in all honesty we can’t control who gets into our hearts or who we may care for.

     

    Something we all forget to do when thinking back at the lost loves of our lives is think what was it that they actually provided for you? The first thing we think about is why they left and could I have done anything different? Next is always how are they now and what are they doing? The third thing always is the I miss them and thinking what the future could have been like with them. We all do it and trust me I know I have many times, its like we need to have some sort of fantasy in our minds that we need to hold on too a little longer. I often felt we do this to ourselves only because of the fact that they got away from us. Friends always used to say your heart will always want what it can’t have, so does that mean our hearts don’t understand love?

     

    Love can be a strange thing one that is hard to let go even when there is nothing left between you and the other person. Whether you are dating a bi-curious man or not you can’t be too sure as to what you are really feeling. Take this other bi-curious man I was seeing for a while it was this guy I’ll call FL for first love. Now this story I have yet to tell and chances are I may never, but one thing I will talk about is the love we had for each other. This was one of those secret relationships you have in high school, you know the kind where you feel you need to hide your true feelings since someone was still in the closet. I was out back then already and sadly to this day I’m sure he still hasn’t told anyone.

     

    We had a thing that started when we were both young, you know that curious time where you had to be sure as to what you really wanted. Now as we both grew up the feelings we had grew as well, making it harder to say goodbye to each other when we both had to go our separate ways. The first love is always one that really makes you think back and remember the happiness it brought you.

     

    So dating bi-curious men can always be fun but the times that love gets involved it doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s a bad thing. Look at the men I spoke about each one gave me a certain type of love and helped me grow to be where I am now. X showed me that love between two good friends could lead to more which sometimes can be the one thing you needed. People say a good relationship can come from a good friendship. Even though X and I didn’t last long it helped me to accept the fact that friends can fall in love.

     

    Then look at SI the one man that showed me love from a DL man can still be about romance. The love we had helped us both to only seek something that would truly satisfy you, in fact his love made me realize I was worth it. SI only wanted to keep me happy and make sure I needed for nothing. The love we had was something true, a love you often don’t find, but it gave me hope and sometimes that is all you have.

     

    Man was the love that was on the border of lust. The kind that was more of a sexual love that made you appreciate a man that wanted to please you and make you feel beyond good. Although this love wasn’t anything to really think about or long for it still showed you a man can love you and give you the kind of sex you only hear about. With Man I will always look back at the little love and the amazing sex we had together. So it in a way it was the love of sex and passion we had for each other.

     

    FL’s love is the one that will always leave you searching and looking for another love. In all reality this is the love that makes you crave something so much more. If you really think about it the first love is always the one that leaves you wanting more while being happy you were able to love at all. Most first loves will never last but it leaves you happy that someone gave you that love you were unsure you would ever find.

     

    Love can be a funny thing and at times we find ourselves doing any and everything to keep it. So what happens when you think you have found the one, but you may not be the one for them???

     

  6. Fascinating article about an author rewriting her first book after a barrage of negative Tweets.

     

    The over-the-top reactions by some of her fans don't surprise me. An idiot on GA lambasted me when I had the chutzpah to call out an author he liked. He claimed she was trying. Well, if she was trying then she would have appreciated my telling her what she wrote was crap. She did. And she earned my respect by acknowledging she didn't have any knowledge of what she was writing about and asking for help.

     

    I'm a firm believer in honesty when reviewing. There are a handful of GA authors I don't bother with because they seem to whine whenever anyone says anything about their work that isn't absolute praise. Keira Drake seems to be the type to pay attention to what readers say even if it's not laudatory. Unless as authors we're willing to listen to what others find wrong with our work, we'll never improve. Maybe I'm weird, but I'd rather hear how something I wrote doesn't make sense so I can improve.

     

    So, what do y'all think?

     

    http://www.vulture.com/2018/02/keira-drake-the-continent.html

     

  7. Arpeggio
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    This is how seriously dangerous social media can be:

     

    I met a guy several years ago on this very site and befriended him. I won’t say his name because it turned out to be a fake name. He came into the chat often and I added him on Yahoo and MSN, two accounts that I no longer use, and we hit it up nicely. He said some awkward things at times, but I brushed them off as some sort of disconnect with using the internet to chat. He was banned from GA a few months later, which caught me as a surprise, but from what I gathered from other people was he was being sexually inappropriate. I never asked the admins because I know they shouldn’t have to explain themselves, but I did ask this Person (let’s call him Person), and Person told me that he was being bullied and misunderstood. I asked why they would think he was being inappropriate and he said he made some comments about children that they misunderstood as perverted.

     

    I considered it all one misunderstanding until one night he confided with me that he was sexually attracted to younger children. It took a long time to coax it out of him, and he did seem properly ashamed of himself, but I instinctively wanted to hit the block button, but I kept thinking, “He cannot control how he feels, it’s like being gay” and told him I would stay his friend as long as he never acted on it. He agreed, and we kept talking, but several months in, he started dropping small comments about children and his urges that made me uncomfortable. I told him how I felt, and he said he would stop talking about completely. He said I was his closest friend and no one else understood him. The problem is, I never understood him either, but I kept thinking that if I was talking to him, he wasn’t out there doing the unthinkable.

     

    Then one night, he told me he was going to download child pornography, and I told him I was done with being his friend. I took screenshots of the conversation and sent them to the local police department where Person said he lived (which he lied about). The next day, he told me he did not act out on his impulses because he lied about the whole thing for attention. I was NOT cool with that and said several things that would scare a nun, but somehow, I believed he was sincerely sorry, so I kept talking to him. It became a habit, I would talk to him every morning while he was at work, and every evening until he came home. He told me he was going to rejoin GA under a different name because he changed his IP address. I told him not too that I wouldn’t talk to him in chat, which I didn’t, but he was quickly found out and banned again (the admins are good at what they do <3 ). I talked to him so much that I quickly realized that we were talking almost every hour on the hour.

    I backed off, and that really upset Person. He made me believe that I was being indifferent and that he was a victim from it, so I would talk to him again and apologize. Wash, rinse repeat. The more I tried to sidle away, the more persistent he would get. He kept saying I made his life bearable and our friendship meant everything to him, and that evolved into something more sinister the more I tried to break away.

     

    Then one day, I found his photos on someone’s profile on this other social site. I confronted that person for stealing his images and they proved to me that it was sincerely them and that Person had stolen the photos. I confronted Person who immediately admitted to lying and apologized. Like an idiot, I kept talking to him again, but the more I pruned him out, the worse his attitude got until he flat out told me that if I stopped talking to him he would kill himself. That was the final straw, I blocked him on my MSN and stopped using my YIM. I set up a Skype account and never went back.

    Out of the blew a couple of years ago, I get a friend request from someone named Seth, saying they knew me from GA and wanted to add me. I accepted, and we started talking and it did not take long to figure out who I was chatting to and I blocked him. Then I got a friend request on Facebook which turned out to be him because I was foolish enough to give him some personal information. I blocked him. Pretty soon it became another Wash, Rinse, Repeat cycle. He would make a fake profile, I would add him, then block him. Eventually I stopped adding unknown names altogether and this is where it gets really disturbing, I would get invites from familiar names, people I know from high school or college and it would turn out to be him. I told him to stop, he said he got the memo and would stop for a few days, but then another fake profile would want me to add them, so I deleted my Facebook.

     

    Somehow, after that, he found me on a Pokemon forum by googling my email address, then he found another social media profile that I had on another site. I stopped using both while getting receiving invites on Skype almost every day. Towards the end, and currently, the only sites I would go to is GA, and even then, I knew he was phishing for my information on here too somehow. About a year ago, I got a phone call in the middle of the night from a guy who said he was a friend from high school and got my number from my wife (not true) and it turned out to be him. I changed my number and kept blocking him, but I finally went to the police station. They took a report, but they said it was unlikely they could do anything unless he showed up at my house.

     

    Which he did, yesterday. I got a knock on the door and answered it, someone unfamiliar was standing there and started asking if I was Lacey. I was like, “Do I know you?” and he started to try to side step inside so I closed the door to a crack and he told me that he was Person and came because I asked him to come. I was really alarmed by then so I tried to shut the door but he put his fingers around it so I slammed it shut on his hands, and that’s where he started shouting that he did all this for me and was going to kill me and himself. Jamie called the police and we managed to get the door shut, and my neighbor came outside with a gun, A GUN, but Person would not budge and kept kicking at my door, and the police arrested him and towed his rental, but I was disturbed, and went to the courthouse and got an emergency restraining order against him.

     

    This morning, he was back and knocked out my downstairs window, and I had to call the police again and he stood outside screaming bloody murder until they arrived. He was threatening to kill himself which the cops heard so I know he’s going to be held on some sort of mental hold, which is probably the best thing for him, he’s clearly not well.

    I gave him a lot of personal information over the years, but he also got my phone number, address, and everything else about me from social media.

     

    It’s THAT easy.

     

    I want everyone to know this because I have disappeared from my internet life, but I’m also begging everyone who does know me NOT to talk about me to anyone you don’t know. If someone adds you, even someone you think you know, and starts talking about me, just report him to an admin.

     

    Let it also serve as a lesson. You might think you know someone online, but everyone out there can be a potential Person. Be warned, be vigilant, and never give out your personal information until you are 100% satisfied, and even then, be cautious. On GA, I know we’ve seen our share of fakes and scandals, and the admins are usually good about handling them so GA is a jewel to me, but other sites are not as aware. People find their soulmates on social media every day, and some unlucky people, like me, find nightmares. I was young and foolish, and now I probably have to uproot my life and move. There are consequences, and sometimes they’re severe.

  8. MacGreg
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    In phonaesthetics, the English compound noun cellar door has been cited as an example of a word or phrase which is beautiful purely in terms of its sound, without regard for its meaning. It has been variously presented either as merely one beautiful instance of many, or as the most beautiful in the English language.[1]

     

    In a 1955 lecture, J.R.R. Tolkien stated that “Most English-speaking people ... will admit that cellar door is 'beautiful', especially if dissociated from its sense (and from its spelling). More beautiful than, say, sky, and far more beautiful than beautiful.”

     

    It’s been suggested that Edgar Allen Poe chose the word ‘Nevermore’ for the refrain of The Raven because of its similarity to the euphony of 'cellar door.' I recall that even Drew Barrymore’s character in the film Donnie Darko makes reference to it when asked why she's written it on the chalkboard: “This famous linguist once said that of all the phrases in the English language, of all the endless combinations of words in all of history, that cellar door is the most beautiful.”

     

    As early as 1903 - and possibly its point of origin - a Shakespeare scholar, Cyrus Lauron Hooper, wrote in his novel Gee-Boy: "He was laughed at by a friend, but logic was his as well as sentiment; an Italian savant maintained that the most beautiful combination of English sounds was cellar-door..."

     

    I’m not a linguist, but language fascinates me, and certain words energize me purely for how they sound when spoken:

     

    ·         Fuselage

    ·         Metamorphosis

    ·         Sanguine

    .         Disposition

    ·         Asphyxiation

    ·         Paprika

     

    (the list could go on)

     

    Cellar door belongs on the list. I understand its resonance. As a writer, I never just write a sequence of events to move the plot forward. I intentionally choose to arrange words that create flow, even if that means stepping outside of some standard grammar rules (a reason I enjoy writing poetry, too) and even if it's just to please my own ears.

     

    Are there certain words that do this for you? Roll off the tongue nicely; cause an emotional response simply for how they sound when spoken?

     

    I'm curious to “hear” yours.

     

     

    [1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cellar_door

  9. mogwhy
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    On Valentine's day, the day when the world turns its mind to thoughts of love. Love. Such a small word, but means so much.

     

    I love my partner. I love my son. I love my friends and extended family. Heck I even love my ex-boyfriend and chocolate. But do I love the same? No. I love them all with the same intensity, but not the same way.

     

    Humans today get hung up and think only of the romantic meaning of the word love. We should never feel weird or ashamed to say that you love. The world could use a little more love. Just like you should dance like no one is watching, love like you've never been hurt. 

     

    Happy Valentine’s Day everyone, I love you all.

     

    ~moggy

  10. I'm about to start work on a potential entry for the next GA anthology. As the plot stands presently, one of the main characters is a young Polish man. You can probably see where this is going already.  ;) I have no intention of writing large chunks of dialogue in Polish, but I do want my character speak a little in his native language. Greetings, expletives, some other short phrases, and the occasional word forgotten under pressure. 

     

    I am well able to use a dual-language dictionary, and I'm used to the fun of using Google translate, but I really need someone to tell me whether what I've come up with is appropriate. Both literally and in character. I may also handover a number of English sentences to be translated. 

     

    It will be a number of weeks before anything is ready, and I have no intention making anyone's life burdensome. But I do like my stories to reflect real life and society.  A young Polish man doing nothing but speaking English, even to his mum, doesn't strike me as right. So, if you, or someone you know of, might be able to help, please get in touch.  :)

     

    Just to be clear -  I'm an English writer, and the story will be set in an English city.

     

    :thankyou:

     

  11. Hey Guys!

    Ive received requests for another community blog. I’m hoping for some interaction from this very large community!

    I asked for some ideas that would interest you into participation. This idea comes from similar suggestions by @Kitt and @Cia

    What brought you to Gay Authors? Why do you stay?

     

    The first question is kind of a fluke for me. I was following a story by an author on another site, where I lost track of story. I know you’re dying to know author. It was @Comicality. When I did a Google search, story popped up. I clicked on without paying attention. The site was completely different. TaDa! I found GA. I read here for a few years, before I became a member.

     

    Why do I stay? This question is multi-layered. I’m a typical male, sure I like porn. I however am not big into porn stories. Of course I read them. However; I’m more cerebral. I like stories with substance. Not (Yeah...Give it to me) without a plot.

    The majority of stories are higher quality. The authors here strive for more. .

    Finally, I enjoy the engagement. The site is brimming  with interesting dialogue and topics. I’ve met wonderful people. Made good friends. GA allows me to interact with my favorite authors. They know I’m reading and support them.

    GA offers me stories with characters like me. There are some differences with straight and gay couples. It’s nice to be able to identify completely with a story. I appreciate that GA is inclusive to all though. A diverse community.

     

     

    Take the challenge! Share your reasoning with the GA community.

  12. Been an emotional week around here. tim is going through something, and I can only watch and wait. But words run through my head after he comes to me, needing me. Last night he asked me to just hold him, as he tried to sleep. I did and he did. 

     

    But I know him very well. Know his heart and the kind of human being he is. It's why I love him. And why I wrote this:

     

     

    You tell me you need my arms about you tight

    I know there's something, and I whisper tell me

    the name of who is in your heart this moment,

    Your head bows, there's damp on your cheeks

    But it isn't my name there, or on your lips

     

    And I hold you, strong against me, and smile

    As you say: you know I love you, don't you?

    I know and we are bound together in many ways

    Yet, I know the man in my arms, and his heart

    aware I am not alone in it.

     

    There are others you love, desire and care for

    But I am wise enough to know, forbidding this

    Or trying to cage you, would drive me from the

    Very heart I love with all of my own

    To keep you, I must free the butterfly

     

    So if sharing who you are and your heart

    Means I can love you, then share you I will

    I am not sad, or afraid, because you're here

    We always will be, until one of us must go

    I hope I am left, for I'd not want you to suffer alone.

      

    I know one day, you'll be gone from my arms

    But I don't want to know that emptiness yet.

    Don’t want to think of not kissing this soft skin

    I am your caretaker, your man and you're my boy

    And if eternal love exists, then that is mine, for you.

     

  13. The last couple of weeks, my gym here in the city has been under threat of closure. A few months ago, the building was bought by a New York real estate company that has a track record of demolishing older structures and building condos. The building sits right in the heart of the Gayborhood here in Philly, which in turn is located in the heart of Center City. There has been a huge influx of luxury apartments being built the last ten years, like any other big city in America. I guess it was only a matter of time before the Gayborhood succumbed to that. The gym has over 4,000 members, many of whom are gay with strong attachments to the Gayborhood. It serves as a gym, but also a gay social and community center. I've been a member here for the 3.5 years I've lived in the city, and it's been like a second home to me. In those three and a half years, apartments, jobs, boyfriends, fuck-buddies, and friends have all come and gone, but the gym stayed the same and was always there for me. I got to know a lot of people in the scene from this gym, and it's where I first hit on my boyfriend over two years ago (he was terrified of me at first, lol). The point it, it is more then just a gym to thousands of guys, and now it is closing next week for good. After being Philadelphia's gay gym for 3 decades, it's going to be gone forever. And that is genuinely depressing to me. Everyone at the gym is being forced to disperse to multiple other gyms, thus completely diluting the sense of community the place brought. Sigh.

     

    Unfortunately, the Gayborhood has been changing a lot since the first time I stepped foot it in in 2010. 3 gay bars have closed in those years, while only one new one has opened. The best gay club in the city, Woody's, has now been overrun with obnoxious straight people and mostly abandoned by the gay guys who made it such a great spot. Voyuer, the popular after hours club across the street, is starting to suffer the same fate, with more and more straight people invading and ruining the things that made it such an amazing place to dance until the wee hours of the morning. Unfortunately, the building that houses the gym also houses another gay bar, Tabu, and 18 other businesses with a strong LGBT focus and clientele. There is also a beautiful mural painted several years ago of Gloria Casarez, a well-known LGBT rights activist from Philadelphia who died several years ago (picture posted below). All of that will be demolished to make way for most likely another luxury high rise, and further water down one of the most fun, unique, and funky neighborhoods of this city. 

     

    I guess this is a byproduct of gay rights and the gentrification of cities. As we become more mainstreamed, we begin to lose so much of what makes us unique from the generic, mostly bland and boring straight world. I'm not quite sure anymore if it's a price worth paying, because I don't want to become like my straight friends. It's such a pre-determined, mind-numbing path that ends in a suburban track home with 2.2 kids and a hour long commute to a job you hate. No, I want what I had in the beginning and what the older gay guys had back in the day. I don't want to be assimilated anymore. I'm okay with being part of a minority that is different and unique. We've lost so much of that, especially here in Philadelphia, and I'm not sure we'll ever get it back.

     

    It's time for me to start looking elsewhere in the world.

     

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  14. Hello guys...

     

    An hour before, my phone landed and bounced about three or four times on the road. Presently it's fine but there are chances are there to get crash in a day or two. And I have decided that I am not going to go for any repairing to it until I can afford it myself. And it will take some time than expected. So that might be it. And that means I might not going to be available like now, on regular basis, here on GA. And that too if the phone got crashed. Last time it survived for two days before collapsing. And it had cost me a lot, that time too. 

     

    So Until then, Alvida my friends. It's not a good bye, yet. But I might be away for long time because of this damned phone, if it get crashed. I just hope it won't get crashed. 

     

    Love,

    ~Emi. 

  15. Hiya all!!!!

     

    I hope everyone is doing well and had a wonderful Christmas!  This blog is going to be somewhat of a review of this past year and a look forward to what I'm hoping to accomplish in 2018!

     

    In April, I published my story "Barbed Wire Cowboy" (the pre-revision copy can be found in Premium under the name Studly Ranch Hands). It did okay, but not as well as I had hoped. Got some good reviews, and some bad, but over all I think it was well received.

     

    In October, I was able to go to GayRomLit (GRL) in Denver. There were a few hiccups, but it was a great experience overall and I met some wonderful people that I still keep in touch with and made a few connections that I think will be a great help to me in the future (if I ever manage to get back to writing).

     

    In 2018, I hope to finish the rewrite of Forging Trust and post it on GA as well as prepare it for possible publication. I also would like to do another short story for the Something Unexpected series. One other thing I hope to get accomplished with my writing during 2018 is the revision and publication of Puppy Love.  But, while that may not sound like a lot to do, there are some changes going on for me that may make completing these tasks a tad bit more difficult.

     

    Some might have noticed that outside of posting blogs, I haven't been very active on site lately and I may not be overly active on the site for days to come. Part of the reason for that is I haven't felt very well for the last couple of months, and sometimes being on the computer makes it worse, and on Doctor's orders have been taking it easy and I spend a lot of time resting on the couch. But don't worry, me not feeling well isn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it's actually a good thing, as it means things are going well. I know, sort of an oxymoron there, isn't it. Usually not feeling well is never a good thing, but in November, my Husband and I found out that if everything goes well, we'll be welcoming our son or daughter into this world in July. Due to some early complications, my doctor has me on just shy of bed rest. (His exact words were he wasn't putting me on bed rest, but it would be close to it). We're hoping it's just the supplements that I have to be on that are making me so sick, and I only have to be on them for a few more weeks, but only time will tell. I don't have the greatest history when it comes to pregnancies, but this one so far has been extremely different than the others, and we're taking me not feeling well as a very good sign since I've made it to the almost 12 week mark, so we're cautiously optimistic.

     

    So all in all, despite the lack of writing on my part, things are going well and look rather promising for 2018! 

     

    I wish you all a wonderful start to the year!

     

     

  16. WOW, it's been a while and a hell of an adventure. And here comes the BUT.....

    I find myself trapped again, from a desolate, miserable time on the farm, to living the high life as a lifestyle Dom, with all the trappings that go along with that.

    Large house, 35 staff to run it, 2 contracted subs, and a partridge in a pear tree you might say.

    The BUT is the responsibility of looking after said house, staff etc. 

    The day this change came about was the same day, me and Stuby split. It was me being a twat that did it. After six years of being together every day, I had a meltdown and it ended in that. I then tried once more with my ever present suicide thoughts. Failed again... I was rescued by an old friend and took to his place. This was the fore mentioned Big house.

    So, enter Master Damon Shax, a name he invented himself and changed through deed poll to suit his lifestyle.He gave me a whole wing of his house, to have as a permanent home. Four stories high including two large, dry and powered cellars, which over a year later have become my bespoke dungeons.

    I changed from rough, loose fitting farm wear and wellies into leather, black leather, and the whole Dom accessories, that made me look the part I played. It was the one dream I have always had. 

    With the sale of the farm, I also could now afford it.

    Damon is an ex marine, and a high up one at that. He moved from North Carolina to England almost 10 years ago. A lot of his staff followed him. They are all bound to him in someway.

    He's also a counsellor for people with PTSD and has rescued kids thrown out or ran away, or abused. There are four of them here. Returning to normality at their own pace, with jobs they can take pride in.

    A year living here then followed, learning how the house is run, the tricks of the trade and building myself a new lifestyle.

    I train submissive's to be safely submissive, and wanna-be Doms in how to be the perfect dominant, with an added sideline of being a sensualist. I've doggedly researched everything BDSM since I was 13. It is always progressing, and with new techniques and equipment it will continue to do so.

    Everything is running along smoothly, and an ageing Master meets a young gold digging twink. Damon fell head over heels, taking this sub on a world tour, huge yachts, private planes, spend, spend spend. This was over several months. It all ended when the twink found something more shiny, leaving Damon in a broken mess. He went back to Carolina for a while, and came back saying, he was returning to the marines in a senior role and wouldn't be coming back. Signing everything over to me, (he always said he would) but the shock and how his faithful staff took the news, was one heap of responsibility on me. 

    Now everything is running smoothly again. Yes! you might say. I say no.

    Just before Christmas I received a request from a reader, to know more and befriend me. And that he did.

    He's an awesome man, terrific dad, and firefighter. This wonderful man helped me to see, that all I had done, was go from one trap to another.

    That brings another life change, to travel and have the adventures I've never had. Short hauls first, I've never been on a plane. The end goal is backpacking. That's after I've travelled.

    My new life adventure begins............................................

  17. It’s December and I’d like to take some time to look back over this past year. In January, I wrote about how New Year’s resolutions weren’t really my thing. Well, taking stock of a year was also never my thing. But this year has been a year of firsts for me, so here goes.

     

    I started the year by posting Between the Push and Pull, a story about two porn stars who fall in love but couldn’t overcome the baggage they brought to the relationship.

     

    In March, I wrote a short 18k story with the idea that I’d self-publish it. I eventually got a professional editor to take a crack at it and she suggested I take the story in a completely different direction, turning it from an M/M into an M/M/M. I loved the idea, but it means a complete re-write. I haven’t come back to it yet, but that’s on my list for 2018.

     

    In April, I participated in Camp NaNoWriMo and wrote a 77k story about a humanitarian aid worker struggling with PTSD who meets an overachieving journalist. Over the summer, I pitched this story to a handful of agents, all of whom turned it down. It was difficult to receive rejection after rejection, especially from my dream agent. I know a handful of agents isn’t a lot when most authors pitch to 100+, but rejection is never easy for me.

     

    I was all set to self-publish it when I figured I’d submit it directly to a LGBTQ+ publisher just to see what would happen. Turns out they loved it, and in November, I signed a contract with Riptide Publishing to publish it in June 2018!

     

    In September, I entered an excerpt of this story to a sex scene writing competition. I thought I'd get dropped after the first round, but I made it into the semi-finals! That was due in large part to the wonderful people here at GA. So  :thankyou:

     

    I also submitted this story to a contest run by Pink Kayak Press for unpublished romance manuscripts featuring underrepresented and diverse characters. At the end of November, I was selected as a finalist! The winner will be decided by the end of this year; I’ll announce it here if I win.

     

    In May, I posted Stepping Out in Faith, about a closeted priest and the man who helps him come to terms with his sexuality. It was previously posted on another site, but I revamped it and got it edited for GA.

     

    In June, I started writing the sequel to Push and Pull, called Embracing the Tension, to give Ryan and Erik their happily ever after. This one has taken me some time to get through as I often got distracted by other writing projects. But it’s finally been edited and I’m taking one last pass through it. It should be ready for posting before the end of the year, but I may wait till January and start it the same time Push and Pull started!

     

    In July, I participated in Camp NaNoWriMo again and wrote a 45k story set in Hong Kong. It’s about a Canadian man who is sent on a three-month assignment to Hong Kong and he meets a local, sophisticated lawyer. This was written specifically for Dreamspinner Press’ World of Love series and it was contracted in October. It will be published in June/July 2018!

     

    In August, I wrote a 12k short story about an ESL teacher who falls in love with a refugee from Ethiopia. This story is a departure from my typical style—written in first person, sweet, no sex. But despite it being a little off-brand, I really enjoyed taking a different approach to my writing. This was written specifically for NineStar Press’ Teacher’s Pet Anthology and it was contracted in October. It will be published in February 2018!

     

    In October, I wrote an 18k erotic short story featuring my first female character in a very long time. She’s a high-powered lawyer in a not-so-friendly rivalry with her co-worker, a bisexual man. This story is intended for Carina Press’ The Dirty Bits series, but I still need to edit the heck out of it before I can submit it to the publisher for consideration.

     

    At the start of this year, my New Year’s resolution was to become a published author. I knew it was going to be a tough road, but I threw everything I had into it. I found a great group of writing friends who have encouraged and challenged me. The people I’ve met on GA have been incredibly supportive. While I will end 2017 still unpublished, I still consider the year a resounding success.

     

    Over the next few weeks, I will be setting goals for 2018. Apparently, there’s something to this New Year’s resolution thing. :P

  18. Youtube's random suggestions just gave me a reminder to one of the funniest Christmas inspired TV moments.

     

    Advisory, if you love Santa Claus, don't watch this clip, but if you love to laugh at Always Sunny in Philadelphia's warped type of humor, watch it:

     

     

     

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    My first offering with Dreamspinner Press under my new publishing pen name J. Alan Veerkamp is now available!

     

    Welcome to my sci-fi holiday short story, Salvaging Claus Day, part of the Dreamspinner Press 2017 Stocking Stuffer Holiday Anthology!

     

    Blurb:

    For three years, Filo has reveled in silence and solitude as the sole occupant of a space station, where he maintains the communication satellite.

     

    Everything changes with the appearance of Luz Espina’s lifepod. Filo shares many interests with the flirtatious Luz, though Filo’s isolation has strained his communication skills. Still, Luz pushes all his buttons… and reminds him of the last man he was attracted to—an attraction that ended in disaster because the man was straight. When Luz learns Filo has never celebrated a holiday, he vows to cobble together a Claus Day celebration for them to share. But is it merely a friendly gesture… or something more?

     

     

    This story is sold exclusively on my J. Alan Veerkamp author page via Dreamspinner Press.

    Click this link and get your copy at Dreamspinner Press here!

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    i'll do anything for you, foster the people

     

    never wanna stand up for myself
    never wanna get in the way, i said it
    i don't know what the plan is
    but You can share with me, 'cause i'll
    be listening here
    to everything You say, i won't turn away
    and i will listen, open up my heart and
    i must say that i love You, so...

     

    every day is a battle i face

    strange life i live but its what You've decided
    i'll give it all into Your hands
    do what You will with me, and oh
    i'll smile when you speak
    remember all those times i was hoping for something
    and shaking my head from all i have done
    but You never left me...

     

    give it up for You, i would give it

    up for You

    i would give it up for You, i'd do

    anything for You...

     

     

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    Voilà

     

     

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    1. Souvenir (OMD, Moby Remix) Theme General
    2. Je Me Souvien (Lara Fabian) Adrien Se Souvient
    3. Constant Craving (Glee Cover of k.d. Lang) 
      Young Lord Cedrick and the Handsome Stable Boy
    4. The Boy With The Thorn In His Side (The Smiths) The Daggers Of Our Fathers
    5. Memories Fade (Tears For Fears) Farewell To Lucas
    6. The Headmaster's Ritual (The Smiths) Attending Eaton
    7. Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol) The Marquee and Marchioness of Manor House
    8. Sunshine (Keane) Dawn In The Day of Adrien
    9. This Charming Man (The Smiths) Bewitched By Adrien
    10. They Don't Know (Lydia Loveless) Conducting Hazardously
    11. I Knew I Loved You (Savage Garden) Timeless Soulmates
    12. Somewhere Only We Know (Glee Cover of Keane) Private Pains
    13. This Is War (30 Seconds To Mars) An All Too Modern War
    14. Je Suis Un Homme (Charles Parmerlo) Noblesse d'Adrien
    15. If You Leave (OMD) Irretrievable Words
    16. Run (Snow Patrol) Au Revoir Larmoyant
    17. Wild Horses (The Sundays Cover of Rolling Stones)
      Trying To Let Go
    18. Butterfly On A Wheel (The Mission) The Racking Of A Heart
    19. Love Like Blood (The Killing Joke) Another Casualty Of War
    20. Madame Butterfly (Pucinni) A Note At The Opera
    21. Adrian (Jewel) Twilight In The Day of Adrien
    22. Breathe (The Cure) Prayers and Exhortations
    23. A Moment Lost (Enya) 20/20 Hindsight
    24. Here's Where The Story Ends (The Sundays) 
      'A Little Souvenir Of A Terrible Year'

    Souvenir (OMD, Moby Remix) Theme General

    It's my direction

    It's my proposal

    It's so hard

    It's leading me astray

    My obsession

    It's my creation

    You'll understand

    It's not important now

    The conversation

    And condemnation

    I tell the truth

    My feelings still remain

    All I need is

    Co-ordination

    I can't imagine

    My destination

    My intention

    Ask my opinion

    But no excuse

    My feelings still remain

    My feelings still remain


    Je Me Souvien (Lara Fabian) Adrien Se Souvient

    Des fleurs de lys blanches sous un ciel bleu de cristal

    Des balades sous une neige en forme d’étoile

    Des érables aux couleurs d’une passion fatale

    Je n’oublie rien de rien,

    Je me souviens

    Les odeurs d’une forêt qu’un beau lac dévoile

    Les reflets d’un grand feu sur nos visages pâles

    Une lumière intense par des nuits boréales

    Je n’oublie rien de rien,

    Je me souviens

    J’aime tes poèmes, ton coeur, ta liberté

    Tu es la seule terre où

    Mon âme s’est posée

    Un accent dont personne ne connaît les secrets

    Un français qui s’élance dans des mots oubliés

    Une manière inimitable de chanter

    Je n’oublie rien de rien,

    Je me souviens

    J’aime tes blasphèmes, ta foi, ta dignité

    Tu es comme une île

    Que l’on ne peut pas quitter

    J’aime tes poèmes, ton coeur, ta liberté

    Tu es comme une île

    Que l’on ne veut pas quitter

    Des paysages qui mélangent au plus que parfait

    Des dessins que la nature ne refait jamais

    L’impression d’être entrée au jardin de la paix

    Je n’oublie rien de rien

    Et je reviens


    Constant Craving - k.d. lang

    Even through the darkest phase

    Be it thick or thin

    Always someone marches brave

    Here beneath my skin

    And constant craving

    Has always been

    Maybe a great magnet pulls

    All souls towards truth

    Or maybe it is life itself

    That feeds wisdom

    To its youth

    Constant craving

    Has always been

    Craving

    Ah ha

    Constant craving

    Has always been

    Has always been

    Constant craving

    Has always been

    Constant craving

    Has always been

    Craving

    Ah ha

    Constant craving

    Has always been

    Has always been

    Has always been

    Has always been

    Has always been

    Has always been


    The Boy With The Thorn In His Side (The Smiths) The Daggers Of Our Fathers

    The boy with the thorn in his side

    Behind the hatred there lies

    A murderous desire for love

    How can they look into my eyes

    And still they don't believe me?

    How can they hear me say those words

    Still they don't believe me?

    And if they don't believe me now

    Will they ever believe me?

    And if they don't believe me now

    Will they ever, they ever, believe me?

    Oh

    The boy with the thorn in his side

    Behind the hatred there lies

    A plundering desire for love

    How can they see the Love in our eyes

    And still they don't believe us?

    And after all this time

    They don't want to believe us

    And if they don't believe us now

    Will they ever believe us?

    And when you want to live

    How do you start?

    Where do you go?

    Who do you need to know?

    Oh

    Oh no

    Oh

    La


    Memories Fade (Tears For Fears) Farewell To Lucas

    There's only need

    I love your need

    So much I'm losing me

    I cannot see the reason for the Pain

    With hungry joy

    I'll be your toy

    Just hoping you will play

    Without hope my body starts to fail

    Memories fade but the scars still linger

    Goodbye my friend

    Will I ever love again

    Memories fade but the scars still linger

    I cannot grow

    I cannot move

    I cannot feel my age

    The vice like grip of tension holds me fast

    Engulfed by you

    What can I do

    When History's my cage

    Look foward to a future in the past

    The more I talk

    The more I say

    The less you seem to hear

    I'm speechless in a most peculiar way

    Your mind is weak

    Your need is great

    And nothing is too dear

    For you to use to take the Pain away

    Memories Fade

    No don't pretend you can justify the end

    Memories fade but the scars still linger


    The Headmaster's Ritual (The Smiths) Attending Eaton

    Belligerent ghouls

    Run Manchester schools

    Spineless swines

    Cemented minds

    Sir leads the troops

    Jealous of youth

    Same old suit since nineteen sixty two

    He does the military two-step down

    The nape of my neck

    I want to go home

    I don't want to stay

    Give up education

    As a bad mistake

    Mid-week on the playing fields

    Sir thwacks you on the knees

    Knees you in the groin

    Elbow in the face

    Bruises bigger than dinner plates

    I want to go home

    I don't want to stay

    Da-da-da

    Da-da-da

    Da-da-da

    Da-da-da

    Da-da-da

    Da-da-da

    Da-da-da

    Da-da-da

    Da-da-da

    Da-da-da

    Belligerent ghouls

    Run Manchester schools

    Spineless bastards all

    Sir leads the troops

    Jealous of youth

    Same old jokes since nineteen- oh- two

    He does the military two-step down

    The nape of my neck

    I want to go home

    I don't want to stay

    Give up life

    As a bad mistake

    Please excuse me from gym

    I've got this terrible cold coming on

    He grabs and devours

    He kicks me in the showers

    Kicks me in the showers

    And he grabs and devours

    I want to go home

    I don't want to stay


    Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol) The Marquee and Marchioness of Manor House

    We'll do it all

    Everything

    On our own

    We don't need

    Anything

    Or anyone

    If I lay here

    If I just lay here

    Would you lay with me and just forget the world?

    I don't quite know

    How to say

    How I feel

    Those three words

    Are said too much

    They're not enough

    If I lay here

    If I just lay here

    Would you lay with me and just forget the world?

    Forget what we're told

    Before we get too old

    Show me a garden that's bursting into life

    Let's waste time

    Chasing cars

    Around our heads

    If I lay here

    If I just lay here

    Would you lay with me and just forget the world?

    Forget what we're told

    Before we get too old

    Show me a garden that's bursting into life

    All that I am

    All that I ever was

    Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

    I don't know where

    Confused about how as well

    Just know that these things will never change for us at all

    If I lay here

    If I just lay here

    Would you lay with me and just forget the world?


    Sunshine - Keane

    I hold you in my hands

    A little animal

    And only some dumb idiot would let you go

    But if I'm one thing then that's the one thing

    I should know...

    Can anybody find their home?

    Out of everyone can anybody find their home?

    I hold you in cupped hands

    And shield you from a storm

    Where only some dumb idiot would let you go

    But if I'm one thing then that's the one thing

    I should know...

    Can anybody find their home?

    Out of everyone can anybody find their home?

    Lost in the sun can anybody find their home?

    Come on, come on, come on

    Can anybody find their home?

    Oh

    Can anybody find their home?

    Out of everyone can anybody find their home?

    Lost in the sun can anybody find their home?

    Come on, come on, come on

    Can anybody find their home?

    Oh can anybody find their home?

    Oh can anybody find their home?

    Oh can anybody find their home?


    This Charming Man (The Smiths) Bewitched By Adrien

    On Two bicycles

    On a hillside desolate

    Could nature make a man of me yet?

    Under this charming car

    This charming man

    Why ponder life's complexies

    When the leather runs smooth

    On the passenger seat?

    I would go out tonight

    But I haven't got a stitch to wear

    This man said it's crucial

    That someone so handsome should care

    I'm just a country boy

    Who never knew his place

    He said return the ring

    He knows so much about these things

    He knows so much about these things

    I would go out tonight

    But I haven't got a stitch to wear

    This man said it's crucial

    That someone so handsome should care

    La, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man,

    La, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man

    Ah! I'm just a country boy

    Who never knew his place

    He said return the ring

    He knows so much about these things x3


    They Don't Know (Lydia Loveless) Conducting Hazardously

    You've been around for such a long time now

    Oh maybe I could leave you but I don't know how

    And why should I be lonely every night

    When I can be with you

    Oh yes you make it right

    And I don't listen to the guys who say

    That you're bad for me and I should turn you away

    'Cos they don't know about us

    And they've never heard of love

    I get a feeling when I look at you

    Wherever you go now I wanna be there too

    They say we're crazy but I just don't care

    And if they keep on talking still they get nowhere

    So I don't mind if they don't understand

    When I look at you and you hold my hand

    'Cos they don't know about us

    And they've never heard of love

    Why should it matter to us if they don't approve

    We should just take our chances while we've got nothing to lose

    Baby

    There's no need for living in the past

    Now I've found good loving gonna make it last

    I tell the others don't bother me

    'Cos when they look at you they don't see what I see

    No I don't listen to their wasted lines

    Got my eyes wide open and I see the signs

    But they don't know about us

    And they've never heard of love

    No I don't listen to their wasted lines

    Got my eyes wide open and I see the signs

    But they don't know about us

    And they've never heard of love


    I Knew I Loved You (Savage Garden) Timeless Soulmates

    Maybe it's intuition

    But some things you just don't question

    Like in your eyes

    I see my future in an instant

    and there it goes

    I think I've found my best friend

    I know that it might sound more than

    a little crazy but I believe

    I knew I loved you before I met you

    I think I dreamed you into life

    I knew I loved you before I met you

    I have been waiting all my life

    There's just no rhyme or reason

    only this sense of completion

    and in your eyes

    I see the missing pieces

    I'm searching for

    I think I found my way home

    I know that it might sound more than

    a little crazy but I believe

    I knew I loved you before I met you

    I think I dreamed you into life

    I knew I loved you before I met you

    I have been waiting all my life

    A thousand angels dance around you

    I am complete now that I found you

    I knew I loved you before I met you

    I think I dreamed you into life

    I knew I loved you before I met you

    I have been waiting all my life


    Somewhere Only We Know (Glee' Warbler Cover of Keane) Private Pains

    I walked across an empty land

    I knew the pathway like the back of my hand

    I felt the earth beneath my feet

    Sat by the river and it made me complete

    Oh simple thing where have you gone?

    I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

    So tell me when you're gonna let me in

    I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

    I came across a fallen tree

    I felt the branches of it looking at me

    Is this the place we used to love?

    Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

    Oh simple thing where have you gone?

    I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

    So tell me when you're gonna let me in

    I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

    And if you have a minute why don't we go

    Talk about it somewhere only we know?

    This could be the end of everything

    So why don't we go

    Somewhere only we know?

    Somewhere only we know?

    Oh simple thing where have you gone?

    I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

    So tell me when you're gonna let me in

    I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

    And if you have a minute why don't we go

    Talk about it somewhere only we know?

    This could be the end of everything

    So why don't we go?

    So why don't we go?

    Ah-ah-ah

    Ah-ah-ah

    This could be the end of everything

    So why don't we go

    Somewhere only we know?

    Somewhere only we know?

    Somewhere only we know?


    This Is War (30 Seconds To Mars) An All Too Modern War

    A warning to the people, the good and the evil

    This is war

    To the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim

    This is war

    It's the moment of truth, and the moment to lie

    The moment to live, and the moment to die

    The moment to fight, the moment to fight

    To fight, to fight, to fight

    To the right, to the left

    We will fight to the death

    To the edge of the Earth

    It's a brave new world from the last to the first

    To the right, to the left

    We will fight to the death

    To the edge of the Earth

    It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world

    (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)

    A warning to the prophet, the liar, the honest

    This is war

    Oh, to the leader, the pariah, the victor, the messiah

    This is war

    It's the moment of truth, and the moment to lie

    The moment to live, and the moment to die

    The moment to fight, the moment to fight

    To fight, to fight, to fight

    To the right, to the left

    We will fight to the death

    To the edge of the Earth

    It's a brave new world from the last to the first

    To the right, to the left

    We will fight to the death

    To the edge of the Earth

    It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world

    It's a brave new world

    I do believe in the light

    Raise your hands up to the sky

    The fight is done, the war is won

    Lift your hands toward the sun

    Toward the sun (it's the moment of truth, and the moment to lie)

    (The moment to live...)

    Toward the sun (it's the moment of truth, and the moment to lie)

    (The moment to live...)

    Toward the sun (the moment to fight)

    (The moment to fight, the moment to fight)

    The war is won (to fight, to fight, to fight)

    (To fight, to fight, to fight)

    To the right, to the left

    We will fight to the death

    To the edge of the Earth

    It's a brave new world from the last to the first

    To the right, to the left

    We will fight to the death

    To the edge of the Earth

    It's a brave new world, it's a brave new world

    It's a brave new world

    A brave new world

    The war is won

    The war is won

    A brave new world


    Je Suis Un Homme (Charles Parmerlo) Noblesse d'Adrien

    Je suis un homme de Cro-Magnon

    Je suis un singe ou un poisson

    Sur la Terre, en toute saison

    Moi, je tourne en rond

    Je tourne en rond

    Je suis un seul, puis des millions

    Je suis un homme au cœur de lion.

    À la guerre en toute saison

    Moi, je tourne en rond

    Je tourne en rond

    Je suis un homme plein d'ambition

    Belle voiture et belle maison

    Dans la chambre, dans le salon

    Moi, je tourne en rond

    Je tourne en rond

    J'ai fait l'amour et la révolution

    J'ai fait le tour de la question

    J'avance, avance à reculons

    Oui, je tourne en rond

    Je tourne en rond

    (Refrain)

    Tu vois, j'suis pas un homme.

    Je suis le roi

    De l'illusion.

    Au fond, qu'on me pardonne.

    Je suis le roi.

    Le roi des cons.

    J'ai fait le Monde à ma façon

    Coulé dans l'or et le béton

    Corps en cage, cœur en prison

    Moi, je tourne en rond

    Je tourne en rond

    Assis devant ma télévision

    Je suis de l'Homme la négation

    Pur produit de consommation

    Oui, mon compte est bon

    Mon compte est bon

    (Refrain)

    Tu vois, j'suis pas un homme.

    Je suis le roi

    De l'illusion.

    Au fond, qu'on me pardonne.

    Je suis le roi.

    Le roi des cons.

    C'est moi

    Le maître du feu

    Le maître du jeu

    Le maître du Monde

    Et vois ce que j'en ai fait

    Une terre glacée

    Une terre brûlée

    La Terre des Hommes

    Que les hommes abandonnent

    Je suis un homme au pied du mur

    Comme une erreur de la nature

    Sur la Terre, sans d'autre raison.

    Moi, je tourne en rond

    Je tourne en rond

    Je suis un homme et je mesure

    Toute l'horreur de ma nature.

    Pour ma peine, ma punition

    Moi, je tourne en rond

    Je tourne en rond


    If You Leave (OMD) Irretrievabe Words

    If you leave, don't leave now

    Please don't take my heart away

    Promise me, just one more night

    Then we'll go our separate ways

    We've always had time on our side

    Now it's fading fast

    Every second, every moment

    We've gotta make it last

    I touch you once, I touch you twice

    I won't let go at any price

    I need you now like I need you then

    You always said we'd still be friends someday

    If you leave I won't cry

    I won't waste one single day

    But if you leave don't look back

    I'll be running the other way

    Seven years went under the bridge

    Like time was standing still

    Heaven knows what happens now

    You've gotta say you will

    I'll touch you once, I'll touch you twice

    I won't let go at any price

    I need you now like I need you then

    You always said we'd meet again

    I touch you once, I touch you twice

    I won't let go at any price

    I need you now like I need you then

    You always said we'd still be friends

    I touch you once, I touch you twice

    I won't let go at any price

    I need you now like I need you then

    You always said we'd meet again someday

    If you leave

    If you leave

    If you leave

    Don't look back

    Don't look back


    Run (Snow Patrol) Au Revoir Larmoyant

    I'll sing it one last time for you

    Then we really have to go

    You've been the only thing that's right

    In all I've done

    And I can barely look at you

    But every single time I do

    I know we'll make it anywhere

    Away from here.

    Light up, Light up

    As if you have a choice

    Even if you cannot hear my voice

    I'll be right beside you dear

    Louder, louder

    And we'll run for our lives

    I can hardly speak I understand

    Why you can't raise your voice to say.

    To think I might not see those eyes

    It makes it so hard not to cry

    And as we say our long goodbyes

    I nearly do

    Light up, light up

    As if you have a choice

    Even if you cannot hear my voice

    I'll be right beside you dear

    Louder, louder

    And we'll run for our lives

    I can hardly speak I understand

    Why you can't raise your voice to say

    Slower, slower

    We don't have time for that

    All I want is to find an easier way

    To get out of our little heads

    Have heart my dear

    We're bound to be afraid

    Even if it's just for a few days

    Making up for all this mess

    Light up, light up

    As if you have a choice

    Even if you cannot hear my voice

    I'll be right beside you dear.


    Wild Horses (The Sundays Cover of Rolling Stones) Trying To Let Go

    Childhood living is easy to do

    The things that you wanted, I bought them for you

    Graceless Baby, you know who I am

    You know I can't let you slide through my hands

    (Refrain)

    Wild horses couldn't drag me away

    Wild horses couldn't drag me away...

    I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain

    And now you've decided to show me the same

    No sweeping exits or offstage lines

    Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

    (Refrain)


    Butterfly On A Wheel (The Mission) The Racking Of A Heart

    Silver and gold and it's growing cold

    Autumn leaves lay as thick as thieves

    Shivers down your spine chill you to the bone

    'cos the mandolin wind is the melody that turns your heart to stone

    The heat of your breath carving shadows in the mist

    Every angel has the wish that he's never been kissed

    A broken dream haunting in your sleep

    And hiding in your smile

    A secret you must keep, love cuts you deep

    Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

    There's no scarlet in you, lay your veil down for me

    As sure as god made wine, you can't wrap your arms around a memory

    Take warmth from me, cold autumn wind cut sharp as a knife

    And in the dark for me, you're the candle flame that flickers to life

    Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

    Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

    Love will break the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

    Love breaks the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

    Wise man say all is fair in love and war

    And there's no right or wrong in the design of love

    And i could only watch as the wind crushed your wings

    Broken and torn, crushed like a flower under the snow

    And like the flower in spring

    Love will rise again to heal your wings

    Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

    Love will heal the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

    Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel

    Love will heal the wings of a butterfly on a wheel


    Love Like Blood (The Killing Joke) Another Casualty Of War

    We must play our lives like soldiers in the field

    The life is short, I'm running faster all the time

    Strength and beauty destined to decay

    So cut the rose in full bloom

    Till the fearless come and the act is done

    A love like blood, a love like blood

    Till the fearless come and the act is done

    A love like blood, a love like blood

    Everyday through all frustration and despair

    Love and hate fight with burning hearts

    Till legends live and man is God again

    And self-preservation rules the day no more

    Oh, we must dream of promised lands and fields

    That's never fade in season

    As we move towards no end we learn to die

    Red tears are shed on gray

    Till the fearless come and the act is done

    A love like blood, a love like blood

    Till the fearless come and the act is done

    A love like blood, a love like blood

    Till the fearless come and the act is done

    A love like blood, a love like blood

    Till the fearless come and the act is done

    A love like blood, a love like blood


    Madame Butterfly (Pucinni) A Note At The Opera

    One good day, we will see

    Arising a strand of smoke

    Over the far horizon on the sea

    And then the ship appears

    And then the ship is white

    It enters into the port, it rumbles its salute.

    Do you see it? He is coming!

    I don't go down to meet him, not I.

    I stay upon the edge of the hill

    And I wait a long time

    but I do not grow weary of the long wait.

    And leaving from the crowded city,

    A man, a little speck

    Climbing the hill.

    Who is it? Who is it?

    And as he arrives

    What will he say? What will he say?

    He will call Butterfly from the distance

    I without answering

    Stay hidden

    A little to tease him,

    A little as to not die.

    At the first meeting,

    And then a little troubled

    He will call, he will call

    "Little one, dear wife

    Blossom of orange"

    The names he called me at his last coming.

    (To Suzuki)

    All this will happen,

    I promise you this

    Hold back your fears -

    I with secure faith wait for him.


    Adrian (Jewel) Twilight In The Day of Adrien

    Adrian came home again last summer

    things just haven't been the same around here

    people talk

    people stare

    oh, adrian, come out and play

    An unfortunate accident in a canoe

    dr. said, 'i'm sorry, not much i can do'

    the air was so still

    his eyes did not blink

    oh, adrian, come out and play

    Little mary epperson liked him

    she vowed always to watch after him

    still he did not move

    dr. said it's no use

    oh, adrian, come out and play

    She sat by his side, watched the years fly by

    he looked so fragile, he looked so small

    she wondered why he was still alive at all

    Everyone in town had that 'i'm so sorry look'

    they talked in a whispered hush, said

    'i'd turn the machines off'

    but still she sat by his side

    said, 'life he won't be denied'

    oh adrian, come out and play

    Yellow flowers decorate his bedroom

    sign above his door says welcome home

    but he just sits and stares

    he's awake but still not there

    oh, adrian, come out and play

    She sat by his side, watched the years fly by

    he looked so fragile, he looked so small

    she wondered why he was still alive at all

    And little mary apperson grew up lovely

    she still comes to visit him on sundays

    he's like an unused toy

    he's got big hands but the mind of a little boy

    oh, adrian, come out and play

    Adrian came home again last summer

    things just haven't been the same around here


    Breathe (The Cure) Prayers and Exhortations

    Breathe

    Breathe on me

    Be like you used to be

    Breathe on me

    Move in me

    Be like you used to be

    Move in me

    Move in me


    A Moment Lost (Enya) 20/20 Hindsight

    It's only now, when words are said

    that break my heart in two,

    I wonder how you can endure

    all I've said, all I say to you.

    How strong, how brave, how true of you

    to bear the hurt I gave.

    I know it tears your heart in two;

    all I've said, all I say to you.

    After all the words are said,

    after all the dreams we made;

    ev'ry one a precious one,

    ev'ry one a summer sun...

    A moment lost, forever gone,

    can never be again,

    so know how much it means to me;

    all you said,

    all you gave,

    all your love to me.


    Here's Where The Story Ends (The Sundays) 
    'A Little Souvenir Of A Terrible Year'

    People I know, places I go

    Make me feel tongue tied

    I can see how, people look down

    They're on the inside

    Here's where the story ends

    People I see, weary of me

    Showing my good side

    I can see how, people look down

    I'm on the outside

    Here's, where the story ends Ooh here's, where the story ends

    It's that little souvenir, of a terrible year

    Which makes my eyes feel sore

    Oh I never should have said, the books that you read

    Were all I loved you for

    It's that little souvenir, of a terrible year

    Which makes me wonder why

    And it's the memories of the shed, that make me turn red

    Surprise, surprise, surprise

    Crazy I know, places I go

    Make me feel so tired

    I can see how people look down

    I'm on the outside

    Here's, where the story ends Ooh here's, where the story ends

    It's that little souvenir, of a terrible year

    Which makes my eyes feel sore

    And who ever would've thought, the books that you brought

    Were all I loved you for

    Oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed

    I know where I belong

    But the only thing I ever really wanted to say

    Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

    It's that little souvenir, of a colorful year

    Which makes me smile inside

    So I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way

    Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

    Here's, where the story ends Ooh here's, where the story ends

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    Howdy y'all. It's been awhile since I've posted anything around here. I just wanted to let everyone know that I miss y'all so much. I miss chatting with everyone and I feel like I've let some really good friends down. @Mikiesboy @mollyhousemouse @MacGreg @MichaelS36 @BlindAmbition @BHopper2 @Renee Stevens @Kitt and many many many others that I know I'm forgetting....I'm sorry I haven't been around. I've been here, mainly creeping in the corner. I don't know what's wrong with me anymore. Last Wednesday at work, I had a panic attack and had to leave work and take the next day off. I have no clue what triggered it or anything. All I know is that it took a lot out of me. I miss y'all so much. Please don't forget about me...I still love you all. 

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  22. First off, apologies to everyone who wondered where I wandered off to. I went home this weekend to go curling in a local bonspiel (tournament) with my team from two years ago. We just lost on the A-side semifinals, and it feels bittersweet to me.

     

    First the good. I'm so proud of the four of us. We can back together after a season away from each other and we took a perennial provincial qualifier right into the last shot of the extra end. We made the semifinals and to get there we beat a different junior provincial champion. We were under pressure from the other teams right from game one on Friday and we held together and kept each other's spirits up, even in the grim moments we had at different points in the weekend. 

    I've been curling for fifteen years now, and I will never, ever curl as well as I did this weekend ever again. Something changed in me this weekend, and maybe it was the fact that this was supposed to be fun and none of the usual attendant pressure was with me in the competition, but I was utterly at ease and was making shots that world champions hesitate on. I made it look easy this weekend, and for once I didn't get down on myself when I did miss a shot or two. This weekend was a test for me to see if I could honestly compete with people at a provincial championship and who are the top calibre players in the province. The fact that I kept pace with these people made me feel good about myself, and even if it ends up being fleeting and I never get it back, I know that I have that capacity within me to shine and lead the way. As time goes on I'll forget the individual shots that were made or missed, but I won't forget this feeling of being so completely at ease and simply knowing that I could do anything. 

    My team was magnificent, I couldn't ask for three better people to play with again. All three rose to the occasion and being around people who accept me for who I am made all of this worthwhile. My boys are crazy, but playing with them made a good weekend that much better. A special shoutout to my one teammate who hadn't even played since the last time we were all together, and who shook the rust off in plenty of time for us to push towards playoff Sunday. 

     

    With all of the fun that I had and the memories I made, I'd be remiss unless I reflected on the things that just didn't work out. 

     

    Losing hurt. Losing by half an inch in the extra end hurt more. The part that kills me is that's on me. A split second lapse in judgment and a second's worth of hesitation cost us a chance at the championship finals. I compounded that error by not pressing the option I had to measure, even though I was pretty sure that we still would have lost. I should have asked for a measure, as it could have given us a win.

    There were some ugly misses along with my good shotmaking, and it is to my detriment that I wasn't able to correct those mistakes even during the game. It was a consistent inability to read the ice and get a handle on the weight for the shots being called, and it very nearly cost us our early games as well. 

    I was disappointed by the amount of drinking done by my teammates. I don't drink, and while I understand that other younger people like to drink on the weekends and at events like this, we're still also competitors. There's no need to have multiple pitchers of beer in a single night, especially when we've got a game the following morning. That couldn't have benefited their play, and  of course we'll never know how things could have gone down if everyone had been completely sober. 

     

    I'm glad I came down, and I proved a lot to myself this weekend. But I won't deny that this hurt more than I thought it would to get so close and fall short.

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