So….we’re all here, reading this right? At SOME point in our younger days we decided that we were gay! Right? Not a choice…but at some point we realized that, “Hey! I think I kinda like boys more than girls!” (Or vice versa, for our lesbian audience) There’s always that ONE boy that awakens us to our sexuality! Who was it for you! You can just say a first name. But what boy caught your eye when you were younger and forced the idea of being GAY in you mind? I’m curious! This is a question for the next issue of Imagine Magazine! So, if you’re a bit worried about having your true feelings displayed for whatever reason, I can respect that. But for those who don’t mind having a place to share your memories with the rest of us…PLEASE feel free! K? You’re an innocent kid…who made you gay? Hehehe! For me, it was this boy named Gabe! I was just…wow…I wanted him so BAD! He was the first boy
February 27 My gym class is interesting to say the least. Joe and I have come to some kind of non-verbal agreement. He looks at my ass if I’m not looking and I look at his when he’s not looking and yet we both know we are looking. Yeah, that’s probably the most screwed up paragraph ever written by man. Except, it seems to keep the peace between us. We exchange ‘Sups’ and a nod, very macho style and then shower across from one another. I catch glimpses of his junk from time to time, and I’m sure he does the same with me. There’s something comforting about that. We are both so vulnerable that we both just let it be. Gym etiquette for guys is kind of, what’s the new word that bitch taught us in English today? Oh yeah, ‘nuanced’. That’s it. That is ‘nuanced’ as all heck! In keeping with said etiquette, I generally keep my head down and on my own ‘business’ so as not to
I steered the car left to enter through the cemetery gates. My head was filled with distant memories, mixed emotions, and deep regrets. Many years had passed since the last time I’d driven up this long, narrow road. A road surrounded on either side by the gravestones of ones who’ve passed on from this world. Many of them long gone and forgotten, evident by the weathered and unkempt gravestones. Others, more modern, lighter in contrast and surrounded by flowers. Not uncommon for this time of the year. Christmas often reminded us of the loved ones we’ve lost. And that’s what had brought me here this evening. “Are you sure you’ll be OK, hon? I know this trip has been weighing so heavily on you over the last few days.” I nodded my head, still not lifting my gaze up from the steering wheel. “You don’t have to do this alone you know? Sam and I will be right here any time you need us.” After letting out another long sigh,
In some of my reviews I’ve mentioned how LGBTI young adult books are getting more diverse in the stories they tell. “One Man Guy” isn’t one of them. It’s a “boy meets boy” book, and “realising you might be gay” book, with a healthy dose of that young adult staple “forging your own identity separate from your family for the first time”. But just because it’s straight-forward and familiar doesn’t make it any less charming. The story’s “hook” is that the protagonist, 14 year old Alek Khederian is an Armenian-American living in the suburbs of New Jersey. He is saddled with high-expectation parents who have sentenced him to summer school for falling off the honours track in his first year of high school. And to top it off, he has a perfect older brother who is always showing off how committed to Armenian culture he is. It’s through summer school that Alek meets Ethan, the cute skater boy legendary for starting a food fight. Ethan is the classic older, cooler,
The Cove Listen to The Seashell soundtrack while you read: https://www.gayauthors.org/blogs/entry/16338-the-seashell-soundtrack/ My name is Alexis the son of Aristedies, my father, and Zephyra, my mother. We are visiting Chania on the Island of Crete, my family’s ancient home. We are visiting our ancient land from America where we moved when I was very young. I am mostly American although I can speak Greek very well and know the ways of Crete. My family here likes to tease me about my American accent in Greek. They tell me it has a ‘twang’. I laugh with them, though I do not really get the joke very well. I so very much love my family. They are everything to me, or, at least they were everything….until this day. I am only 18 years old, but I discovered something today which has made me older than anyone I know. Even my great-grandfather Odysseus named after the great hero of the Odyssey. He is 103 years of age. Today I went out to the sea side.
1- If you look at the cap on your pen, you will notice a hole or some form of ventilation in the top of it. This is a safety measure that was put in the pen cap’s design for people that absentmindedly chew on their pens. If swallowed…the victim will be able to get at least some oxygen through the pen cap, until proper medical attention can be received. 2- While many people think that the DC Comics character, ‘Shazam’, has that as a name…it is actually an anagram. It stands for Solomon, Hercules, Aries, Zeus, Achilles, and Mercury! 3- If you have pots and pans in your kitchen, you’ll notice that most, if not all, of them have a hole in the handle. This is not just for hanging them up on a rack or on the wall. The hole is meant to be used to hold your spoon or cooking utensil upright, with the ‘used’ end dangling over the pot. 4- Nearly 50% of Asian men and women
Okay, let’s just get this one out of the way, because you cant have a list of movies about friendship without the classic “Stand By Me”. And how can you forget the bond between Elliot and E.T.? 😮 Stepping out of our comfort zone here, “Now and Then” is exactly friendship is made of. And what good would a hunt for buried treasure be without a bunch of wonderful friends? When I’m old and grey, I really hope I’m blessed with a friendship like that between Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson in “The Bucket List”. Okay, there’s just a quick skim of the surface. What movies have you watched that scream friendship to you?
This month’s release is dedicated to the importance of friendship, and both @mike and Johnny from The Shack Forum have found us some great songs on that very subject! From Mike: From Johnny:
JOIN US!!! >:O Have you been meaning to start writing more? Do you need a little more encouragement, maybe a little more motivation? Well, dagnabbit, so have I, them, and us! Join us at the brand new section of the Imagine website called the Writers Club, where we’ll be talking tools and dropping writing prompts and challenges and having a gay old time just trying to get each other to pick up the perverbial pen (see what I did there?) The primary goal is obvious – get us writing, then maintain momentum. Participation in the group isn’t mandatory. You can sign up and pop in whenever you feel like it. Writing prompts are going to start off at one per day, and writing challenges will be posted on Saturday of each week to begin with. To join the group, simply register for an account here at Imagine, and visit this page: https://imagine-magazine.org/groups/writing-club/ Hope to see you there!
February 20 Oh lord was I nervous today! The first day back at classes always makes me feel uptight! Who are my new teachers? Where are my new classrooms? Will the subjects be too hard for me? Will I see Joe in one of them…~sigh~? That would be a nightmare…I’ve been fortunate that I haven’t had to share a class with him at all. It’s bound to happen sooner or later, but I’d prefer later. So, I rode in on my bike like normal and found that the rack I usually used last semester was still open. That was good. I wouldn’t forget where I parked. LOL! Then I saw him. Oh!…oh my… He being my little blonde angel from the mall! Oh lord! He is scrumptious when he walks. I had to avert my eyes so that I wouldn’t get too turned on. That would be great…walk into my first class with a full blown erection for everyone to stare at. Swell. He had this red striped shirt
Seed: Part 2 Prolog Rita Allen clicks away at the computer in disbelief before she gasps, “No! T-This can’t be!” Using the hacking device she bought, she finally got access to the information on Rick Hayes’ flash drive in the form of a photo album called ‘Objective 1’. It had a picture of Chad as the cover photo, which piqued her curiosity even more. However when she double-clicks on the album, an unnerving picture of Rick’s head pops up on the computer screen that laughs evilly. His jaws open disproportionately. A blast of fire comes out that startles the school reporter before the screen simply goes black. “It was booby-trapped with a virus! I should’ve expected that from someone as twisted as Rick was!” She yanks the hacking device, with Rick’s flash drive in it, out of the USB port of the computer before she taps away desperately on her computer to get the screen back on. She had her stories and a plethora of important information for the school
Seed: Part 1 Prolog It’s a crisp autumn weekend and the pep rally is underway for the semi-final game that marks the end of the first half of football season this year. Chad shows up at the football field and makes his way up to the bleachers through a moving crowd of other students finding their seats. He spots Vitani and Josh sitting in one row and heads over to sit next to them. He slides over and greets them. “Hey guys,” Chad says, “All of the kids in my class say SyndAcad pep rallies are ones to remember.” “Hey squirt!” Josh greets him, “And you heard right. I guess this is gonna be your first time at ours.” “I’m so glad you decided to come on out today, Chad,” Vitani smiles, “We were all just about to watch the Milano sisters and the rest of the cheerleading squad ruin the pep rally. It happens almost every year. Trust me, you won’t wanna miss it.” “C’mon, Vitani, I’m sure
Ah, yes! With spring around the corner, it’s time to get ready for the inevitable spring chickens bouncing around in the basement, just waiting to be let out for some fresh air. During this dreaded time of year, I must busy myself with other means of entertainment, which is why I turned my focus toward the impossible to capture… Comicality! That’s right, folks. I made it my mission to bed THE Comicality, and what better way to get someone’s attention than to write them a song? You know, a lot of people don’t know this about me, but I have a wonderful voice. It’s comparable to a young Greyson Chance, with a dash of Freddie Mercury. With a song like this, there’s no way Comicality will be able to resist me… no way he’ll ever be able to say no… and, well, once he’s in my basement, it doesn’t really matter anyway, right? So without any further ado, I’d like to introduce you to an almost original piece, written by
Chapter 5 – Antics and Two Cents “STOP!” The voice echoed loudly in the hallway as the crowd gathered in a circle around us, “What is going on here?!” I crawled to the wall and leant against it, my hand trying helplessly to nurse the contusion on my stomach. Before Max had time to react, Nathan pushed him off to the ground. He stood up and took a few steps back. “Sir, look at him! He wanted to kiss me and when I refused, he pinned me down and straddled me!” he exclaimed innocently. The students burst out in laughter, but the teacher wasn’t taken in by the lie. “That’s what happened, really? Can you explain your bruises to me? Please tell me how he ended up with those… stains?” “He… he doesn’t seem to have a gift at kissing, sir,” he continued, flashing me a complicit gaze. He wasn’t buying it any more than the crowd was, but it must have been an entertaining show for they kept
Episode 8 Raze Prolog At the Libretta café, as students are coming in and out during lunch period, Chad, Vitani and Josh are at their usual table discussing Thanksgiving Day, which is coming up this week on Thursday. They all wonder what they are thankful for this year. Chad muses, “With Rita Allen in the way of me ever working things out with Ray, I just wonder how thankful I can be about these kinds of things.” Vitani adds, “And now that I’ve found out not only who Brett really was but that Vanessa dumped Josh when he got caught up in that whole mess thanks to me. Again, I just wanted to say I’m really sorry about that.” Josh admits, “The relationship has a problem if my girlfriends are gonna have a problem with you.” Chad smiles and says, “Maybe you can be thankful you have each other.” Vitani and Josh smile fondly at the comment. Vitani nods and adds, “Maybe we all should be thankful we’ve stopped all
It’s hard to come up with things to say to him. Hard to make idle small talk when Dallas’ very presence makes me scrutinize and feel self conscious about every word that comes out of my mouth. I’m not really used to being shy. Bashfulness has never really been an emotion that I’ve learned to embrace. You want something? You ask for it. You go AFTER it. How else do you expect to make any progress in life, right? The worst thing anybody can say to you is ‘no’…and even then, keep pushing until they either give in to your demands, or walk away angry because you made such a fucking *PEST* out of yourself! Either way, I get my answer right away and I either get what I want or I get the opportunity to move on and get it elsewhere instead of wasting my time. I don’t like feeling as though I have to appeal to someone else in order to get them to play ball. Either give