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“Charge!’ the General ordered.
» Posted By ruben On 05.01.2018 @ 7:02 am
quilting is something i know nothing about lol but i think old ppl do it? idk don’t really care about it i’m just doing this for class haha.
» Posted By Ruben On 04.09.2018 @ 5:55 am
ND there I was fleeing for my life from my vicious attackers again and again they shot around me only to strike fear into my soul for when they finally hit, it was a clean kill.
» Posted By Ruben On 12.19.2015 @ 9:50 am
She was standing on it with every ounce of core strength left in her after the hour long performance. Knives supplanted in her ballet shoes could have killed the audience. Some older gents would have welcomed death. But her drive was to stay alive. Her message of perseverance would last a gut wrenching 5 minutes. Beauty falls short of her endeavor.
» Posted By Ruben On 09.23.2013 @ 4:24 pm
I had to switch this machinery. We needed to get on the road two hours ago. But Agnes said this procedure would take at least 4. I gave him one. Loaded everyone up and now we’re off to face some freaking evil.
» Posted By Ruben On 09.21.2013 @ 2:36 pm
There was an urge to be efficient. We had little time before but now we had none. We had to create time. Somewhere between licking our wounds and orchestrating this attack, we had to come through.
» Posted By Ruben On 09.20.2013 @ 12:30 pm
We were away. In an island of our own… well not really, many people lived here before us but still. We were free. Our little house by the ocean and all the time in the world. To love each other.
» Posted By Ruben On 09.17.2013 @ 2:22 pm
It hadn’t occurred to me that an organic juice, coffee and wine bar might have to be a bit reliant on the weather. Guess we didn’t cover all our bases. Now what to do about these diminishing profits…?
» Posted By Ruben On 09.16.2013 @ 3:54 pm
This was our big chance. We were going undercover as big philanthropist under Koi’s business banner. No one would think anything of us. Just three hot guys who own an organic juice chain, out here to promote ourselves by pretending we gave a fuck about whatever charity this is.
» Posted By Ruben On 09.15.2013 @ 7:49 pm
I was ecstatic to find out I wasn’t going to die after all. That I could see my children grow up and hate me, to visit all those places I always said I would, to grow old with my wife… and that’s when I found out my wife had made peace with my death and had emotionally moved on so as to feel no pain when I perished. She was ready to move past me…
» Posted By Ruben On 09.14.2013 @ 12:39 pm
I had to rebuild myself after I decided to stop drinking. Sobriety was wise but it was also boring. And have never allowed myself to be described by an aura of ennui. I would have to go through some inner inspection to find what exactly it is that people find so entertaining.
» Posted By Ruben On 09.11.2013 @ 10:41 pm
I had become quite the shy faggot now that I didn’t have a gang to back me up. I said yessir and yes mam when I saw older white folk and avoided eye contact because I was afraid to look into their souls and realized they thought so little, if anything, of me. I had a small space in the recesses of my mind where I still stood on a pedestal and I refused to let the belittling glare of white folk bring me down.
» Posted By Ruben On 09.10.2013 @ 3:53 pm
The stress made me a prisoner inside four walls and my internet connection. I was losing the ability to look people in the eye and stuttered more than usual. My ability to write poetry was nowhere to be found in the public eye who witnessed my butchered stumbling of the English language. I was a slave to online shopping and people avoidance. The public scared me even though I had nothing to lose.
» Posted By Ruben On 09.09.2013 @ 3:10 pm
My feelings today were mixed. I loved my family. I once said I wouldn’t care if they perished. That sentiment is no more. I resent ever having those feelings. Still, my parents and I don’t see eye to eye on social issues. Therein lies a rift in my utter love for them.I don’t want to love them conditionally. But they make me so mad!
» Posted By Ruben On 09.08.2013 @ 7:19 pm
It was the music that my husband’s ancestors filled their lives with on a daily basis. It was the predecessor to jazz. It was in so many ways, a sound path to my finding him, on that Summer afternoon.
» Posted By Ruben On 09.07.2013 @ 12:09 pm
I had constant waking nightmares of how this trip could go wrong. My window shook too hard and my nerves created every scenario in which it would fly off, beheading me. Leaving my mother in tears, never knowing why her son was on the train to begin with.
» Posted By Ruben On 09.05.2013 @ 2:39 pm
It was quite mysterious how he disappeared from my life. I couldn’t say goodbye and I didn’t want to. It felt good to resent him. As if he made things right by sparing me yet another heartbreak to the chain he’d crafted for me since we met.
» Posted By Ruben On 09.04.2013 @ 9:47 pm
I imagine something ravenous to be like the hair on the girl who flirted with me in Film class. The one who knew she looked beautiful and so was confident enough to give me her number. Unbeknownst to her, that I am a homosexual. Still it was a confidence booster and I would have called her if I didn’t lose that damn piece of paper. I always wondered if I accidentally embarrassed her and caused her to drop the class. Or is that being to egotistical?
» Posted By Ruben On 09.03.2013 @ 5:37 pm
This meant I had to stop panicking. But I was so good at it. Why stop doing something everyone knows you for being good at? Ever since I was very young I couldn’t be trusted in times when self control was key to making things right.
» Posted By Ruben On 09.03.2013 @ 8:35 am
I meant to put it down as soon as it happened. But my body could barely shake away the feeling that I was slowly to become just another statistic of poor little gay boys who couldn’t handle drugs. Who didn’t tell their mothers where they were and who would only be notified a week after the fact, once the body hid all hints of ever had enjoyed life.
» Posted By Ruben On 09.02.2013 @ 4:56 pm
We had been inseparable since we met. All 10 of us. How often can anyone say they found their soul mate? Let alone ten? With time, our lives took us in different directions but, we always made sure to reunite at least once a year.
» Posted By Ruben On 08.28.2013 @ 9:43 pm
I wanted to see them because I wanted to forget about my solitude. I wanted to be somewhere where I was one of the gang. Where my sense of humor didn’t seem like just a string of an insults but rather, the beginning of a very sassy conversation. I wanted to be around people who could take my sense of humor and give it back to me ten fold. I wanted to see my boys so badly. I wanted to go back to the Castro.
» Posted By Ruben On 08.20.2013 @ 12:12 am
I had become so primitive. I couldn’t look at a guy without wanting to fuck the shit out of him right there in the middle of wherever we were. I’d gone so long in life without much of a sex drive but it’s taken me over suddenly. Did I hit puberty late? I mean I didn’t orgasm until I was 19 even though I’d been having sex since 13. Who was I having sex for if it wasn’t for personal pleasure? This is getting too serious… back to the savagery that was my crippling libido.
» Posted By Ruben On 08.20.2013 @ 5:58 pm
To enter the stage in a new country was mind shattering. I no longer understood what the yelling behind the rail meant. They could have chanted my name and yet it sounded like white noise. I flashbacked to my adolescence; falling asleep at 3am with my father’s dead eyes on the screen. My opponent looked dazed at my expression, but I couldn’t shake it off. This had to be a dream.
» Posted By Ruben On 08.22.2013 @ 11:01 pm
We had to adhere to the words on this text and the rules that were handed down from one ape to the next. We never questioned it and everything was fine. It was only after we realized there were no children around that we began to uncover the truth about the beginning of life.
» Posted By Ruben On 08.21.2013 @ 7:11 pm
I didn’t make a fool of myself for once. Even though I smashed three drinks in the matter of minutes. My tolerance seems to have risen. I am glad. The worst I did was show her my shoe collection. We talked about all things. And I made sure to keep from making anyone uncomfortable. Success!
» Posted By Ruben On 08.24.2013 @ 1:16 pm
I was one of two. Really it was only me all along but a mental lapse in my father’s life created two branches of destiny. Born six weeks apart from one another, both males held a piece of the key that would ultimately save the world. The drawback was that only one was meant to wield it.
» Posted By Ruben On 08.09.2013 @ 8:47 pm
I was the only survivor. Of the many sons of Gil I was the only one burdened to continue the family name. Yet I was gay. Babies were never part of the equation for me. Especially now that the world lay in ruins. Where to start? I knew I needed to make the pilgrimage to avenge the fallen ones, yet I needed to gain the power to do so. Somehow procreating didn’t seem to fit in anywhere.
» Posted By Ruben On 08.09.2013 @ 11:21 am
I need to rid myself of the putrid matter inside me. I had so much of it and it was affecting every facet of my life. I had to vomit. Expel whatever color no longer proved beneficial to my inner strength. I had to move on.
» Posted By Ruben On 08.06.2013 @ 12:04 am
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There were two of them. Both were “sistahs” and both had that undefinable accent. They were like a mix of Portuguese, Latin, and French that seemed to know so much about fashion yet was only able to put it in yelling terms. I loved them.
» Posted By Ruben On 08.02.2013 @ 9:55 pm