SexualityWhy is it that it's okay for a man and a woman a boy and a girl to kiss in public, or two women to lock lips onstage, where if it were two men, it just wouldn't be accepted? Don't say it's not true, because it is. It's okay for Madonna and Britney or Madonna and Christina or Kylie and Ana Matronic to kiss onstage, but when Adam Lambert kisses his guitarist, it's unacceptable. It's an abomination. "What if our children saw that?" "Oh, we're so sorry, overly-concerned extreme Christian American. We'll fine the network and scold Mr Lambert, even if it was after the watershed. Meanwhile, treat your undoubtedly emotionally scarred children to a game of Call Of Duty or Grand Theft Auto. We'll make sure all of our guests suppress themselves from now on."
It's pathetic. Let people express themselves. You need to let your children to grow up to be tolerant and strong, not
SnowSnow really does deaden the sounds, Bill thinks to himself. You can't hear the wind blowing or the flakes falling, the muted mumblings of televisions inside houses. It's so peaceful, so beautiful to see the snowflakes floating to the floor, drifting with the breeze, building up so pure and white. No two snowflakes are identical. Every single one is unique and captivating, so impossible, and yet, there it is.Snow5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When they're not analysed under a microscope, they're ordinary and not at all remarkable, melding together in a crush of blinding whiteness, identical once more.
Perhaps this is where it all began.
The snow can't deaden the sounds in his head. It can't deaden his memories, surround them until they don't hurt anymore, don't mean anything anymore. It can't deaden what happened.
He hears his breathing deepen, watches the air burst unsteadily out of his mouth, feels his tears stinging his cold cheek. He hugs h
ScelestaAs I lie in the hotel bed with the most beautiful man in the world nuzzling into my neck, I smile and reflect on how I got here. To be honest, it still surprises me.Scelesta4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It started on the day my friends informed me that Scelesta would be supporting the band they were taking me to see in concert. To say I was excited would have been an understatement; Becky was horrified that a boy could scream so loud. In hindsight, I was glad I only found out on the day of the concert; otherwise, I'd have driven myself crazy with anticipation.
Scelesta was a relatively small band based in Los Angeles, and had never played in the UK before, to my knowledge. Although I had originally been a fan purely for the music, I couldn't deny that Tristan Tellner had been the cause of my wet dreams since I discovered the band. It'd been strange at first, knowing that it was a man who did this to me, but it didn't take me long to accept it. With d
Memoirs Of A Mad MotherDear Diary,Memoirs Of A Mad Mother8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Today was a nice, normal day where nothing unexpected or strange happened. I woke up early and made sure the twins were getting ready for school. They're such good boys. I made breakfast and then took them into school, before heading back home. I did the washing and tidied up around the house. Had a salad for lunch and watched television until 2:30 when I went to pick up Jack and Daniel.
Made tea, helped with homework and was the first to go to bed.
Jack and Daniel didn't seem to be getting on very well today. They weren't talking as much and didn't sit close to each other as they usually did. When I asked them what was wrong they said "nothing" in exact unison. Daniel then sadly left the room, and I knew he was crying. I followed him and asked him if there was anything wrong at school. He told me quite seriously that there wasn't, so I didn't ask again. I don't like to be pushy. I hope he's okay.
Frerard Download Kiss "The dirty looks..."Frerard Download Kiss8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Well, to me, things sure did look dirty. But not quite in that way.
"The photographs your boyfriend took..."
Would I let Frank take photographs if I was his boyfriend? Oooh, he's coming up to me.
"You said you'd read me like a book..."
If I could read his expression right then something good was about to happen. He was close now, very close, still strumming away at his guitar, yet looking into my eyes. Suddenly, his lips met my cheek.
"But the pages are- oh, lemme just kiss him."
I didn't finish the line, but forced my lips on his, not being able to manage it as well as I had hoped. I moaned away from the microphone as our tongues colided, and heard yet more screams from the crowd. Homophobes or fangirls? I didn't care which; all that mattered at that moment was Frank.
Yet as soon as it had started, it ended. I quickly found my place in the song and continued
A ChoiceWe all have times of sadness.A Choice8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all have times of pain.
We all have felt the tears
mixing slowly with the rain.
We all have felt empowered.
We all have filled with joy.
We all have laughed our loudest
at the joker's latest ploy.
We all have been given
a choice that only we can make,
an option finally.
You may choose to live in sorrow.
You may choose to live in pain.
You may choose to let the joy grow
and smile when it rains.
Only we may make the choice
to live as best we can.
To look into the eyes of Death,
and grin and then shake hands,
"Sir Death, I do not fear you.
Nor shall I run away.
I intend to stand up straight
and leave here with good grace.
I will not leave before my time;
I choose to fight it out,
and push through all the darkness
till I find the proper route.
Yes, it would be easy
to simply to take my life,
and serve it to you on a plate,
just say goodbye to light.
But giving up's too simple,
and that's what I would do,
if I gave up on life like that,
Why Writers Have Dead Eyes"I was trying to work out in my mind why writers have dead eyes."Why Writers Have Dead Eyes5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We live in our characters.
We live and breathe and fight and die and love with our characters, as our characters. In their suffering is our own. We fear as each of them fears; we live as each of them lives. We die as they die.
We live a hundred lives in them. We die a hundred deaths. And when we must return to the stark reality, our fellows wonder that we seem aged, seem jaded, where as far as they are aware we have known too little of life for such heavy experience.
But we know. We return and this world seems so much less, so much more we are old, aged, we have lived a hundred lifetimes without even living one. It is the strangest experience we will ever know.
We live in our characters; we know death and hardship and triumph as so few of humanity ever could.
That is what makes a writer. A hundred thousand lifetimes and they wonder at our eyes
The LettersI wrote you a letterThe Letters5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and stained every page
with spots of heart's blood
and a drop of tears' age.
I wrote it in red ink
and signed it in black.
I wrote you a letter
with all that I lack.
Its edges were crumpled
the paper was worn.
The ink sometimes smeared
and the corners were torn.
The letter was full,
but a bit empty, too,
since all I could think of
to write to you
was a flood of sweet words
that spoke little truth,
contained little substance,
and came off uncouth.
I wrote you a letter
with all that I am.
I wrote you a letter
that turned out a sham.
I swore to you promise,
a love for the age,
but all I could give you
was a simple page
filled with meaningless words
and platitudes sworn
to take off the edge
of your heat and your scorn.
It was quite well-scripted;
I printed it well.
I spent hours mulling
over what I should tell.
The ink had long dried
by the time I began,
but I wrote it out careful,
again and again.
I tried to be cautious.
I tried to be sweet.
I tried to write you
Vivisection - 16"Oh my God, did you hear?"Vivisection - 164 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I never would have guessed!"
"I just can't believe it To think that he "
The school was buzzing with the news, some students bursting into frenzied tears, horrified. I'll admit, it was surprising to hear all of this, but in hindsight I suppose it was quite ironic.
There had always been something 'off' about Mr Humbert, everyone would agree, but that didn't quench the hysteria that was flooding the school at the fact that he'd been arrested on charges of possessing child pornography.
I supposed I needn't have put so much effort into that History homework for him; he wouldn't be collecting it in.
Greg was unusually quiet and reflective this morning, not trying to engage me in conversation or flirt or even touch me. I supposed he was just trying to respect the sombre mood the school seemed to be in, although I admit I missed the attention: I'd had more than my fair share in these past few days, after 'the in
Love Lockdown- PeterickLove Lockdown- PeterickLove Lockdown- Peterick6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Patrick had one tattoo.
One single tattoo. It was an elaborate, small lock on the inside of his wrist. The lock was shaped like a jagged, Tim-Burton-style heart. It had a twisted sort of keyhole, one that would fit a bizarre kind of key. A skeleton key of some sort.
Patrick was slumped against the darkened window of the airplane, his right hand clenched over his left wrist, where the tattoo was etched into his skin. His ears were encased in headphones that played Kanye West and Elvis Costello alternating softly.
Pete was desperately curious about Patrick's tattoo. He knew from Joe that Patrick had gotten a tattoo the other day, thanks to the persuasive power of alcohol. He had at first thought that Patrick had gotten the ink in some horrid place like his thigh, or his butt for that matter, some place that Patrick NEVER went around showing people. And t
MiserySighing with a shudder, Victor tried to calm his breathing, to regulate his heartbeat so that he wouldn't cry. God knows he'd been doing enough of that for his whole life. Yet whenever he told himself he'd kick this habit, he was overcome by a feeling of hopelessness; it wasn't going to happen. He had to stop waiting for something or someone to come along and save him, make him happy so that he wouldn't spend the nights crying or otherwise hurting himself.Misery5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was so utterly miserable that he found himself unable to function sometimes. He just wanted to find beauty in himself, something that would make him desirable to another person so that he might not be so alone any more. He searched and searched, trying to find one of his redeeming features, but only in the areas that a razorblade had kissed did he find something beautiful. They were so entrancing, woven with such care, like a tapestry, lines crossing and intertwinin
The KINGDOM HEARTS chap-3The KINGDOM HEARTS chap-38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Sora folded his arms and held them close to his body in an attempt to keep warm. It was still freezing out, he wiped the tear from his face. Why was he thinking about all of this now? Hadnt this been buried ancient past to him by now? Sora couldnt say he didnt enjoy the whole ordeal, but they were things he wasnt ready to have done to him. If it had happened now, Sora would welcome it with open arms; he liked himself some Roxy. But then he didnt feel ready to handle that much ; even if it had all felt amazing. Sora didnt hate Roxas for doing it, he knew he had to; and was extremely glad that it was Roxas who had taught him. If it had been anyone else, he would have felt extremely violated. It helped that he did have a small crush on Roxas; okay a lot more than just a crush. But the part that irritated him was using these
A Night Challenge- L x Light.Title: A Night Challenge.A Night Challenge- L x Light.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Series: Death Note.
Pairing: L x Light.
Genre: Gag/ Yaoi.
Light shifted on the mattress, grumbling to himself. He battered his eyelids, flicked each one open groggily and stared into the face of his enemy.
"Argh! L!" Light yelled.
L had been sleeping with his face 3 inches away from Light's, drooling.
"Eh... what?" L yawned, and then his eyes opened wide.
"What the hell are you doing up here?! I thought we agreed that you were sleeping on the floor?" Light frowned, trying to regain his composure. He sat back against the corner of the wall, where L's single bed fit against.
L sat up, bringing his knees up as if it was a reflex action.
"Ow, but the floor is very uncomfortable," L pined, rubbing his back.
"A guy who sits like you- complaining about comfort?" Light almost laughed, but as ever he was quick to control his emotions.
Whats wrong with how I sit? L challenged, hugging his knees now and looking at Light sidewa
Deathnote Fanfic ch.1 As L walked down the sidewalk to TO-OH University he reviewed the case in his mind.Deathnote Fanfic ch.17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Kira, who may or may not be Light Yagami, needs a name and a face to kill someone. Killing criminals is easy because their information can be found on the news, in the paper and on the internet. If I knew how Kira killed I would be able to solve this case a whole lot quicker. Oh well, no use lamenting on the fact that Kira's murder method is unknown, that won't get me anywhere...but maybe talking to him will.'
Far off, standing by the front gate to the University, was the guy L had just been thinking about. Light Yagami, the only other one that year to get top score on the entrance exams. As Light saw L approching he smiled and waved his hand up high, the movement making his light brown hair shake a little. L examined the Kira suspect. He was tall, lean, and close to L himself in intelligence (whether smarter or not, L had yet to discover). The shape of his chest, wa