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.Scelesta5 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
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,
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
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 Love Life of Zack and CodyThe Love Life of Zack and Cody6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cody was gay.
That was the only explanation; for why his eyes lingered too long on the boys in the locker room, for why he had dreams about a boy every night (whose face he never saw), and woke up with an erection; and also for why when he saw his brother with a boy he got jealous (he suspected it was his brother). He growled to himself at that thought, and flicked his long blond hair into his face, staring intently at the desk in front of him. His brother was sitting at the desk behind his, and he could hear the whispers around the class, though the teacher couldnt. Cody was not surprised; their teacher was, like, fifty years old. A ruler slammed down on his desk and he jumped. Yes, Sir? he said. Pay attention. The teacher rasped. He nodded and paid attention, but only because he wanted something to take his mind off Zack.
At home, he sat at the kitchen table, doing his homework for the day. Zack sat across from him, slowly working on his as well; a huge
Rivalshipping part 1"Chazz! What's up?" My friend Jaden yelled as he ranRivalshipping part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
over to me. I was standing on a cliff as I was looking
out at the sea...
I looked away, trying to keep my feelings hidden. He
put an arm around me and smiled. I rolled my eyes,
trying to keep my cool.
"Why are you here, Slacker?" I asked. He chuckled at
the nickname I had given him.
"Oh im just here to see you!" He said, grinning, "You're
always alone all of the time, so i thought you would like
some company." I snickered, since I rarely smiled.
He stood there with me the whole time (and i was loving
it every minute) until it was 9 o' clock.
"Well, its getting late, and Sy is probably worried about me.
So I'll head out. Bye Chazz." Jaden said.
"Wait!" I called. He stopped and gave me a puzzled look.
A Faint blush was on my face and I tried my hardest to hide it.
"Do you...er....wanna come out here tomorrow?" I asked, my
cheeks turning redder. I think he saw that I was blushing
because he started blushing as well.
"sure," he said, giv
Together ForeverTogether Forever9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was always there, be it taunting or calling him names. Even through his heated words Harry's heart burned for Malfoy. He always felt Draco Malfoy's eyes on him. At first Harry, too, seethed with anger. The boy always following him, making him mess up, and whatnot. But soon, Harry reveled in it. Harry never realized the pleasure in teasing Malfoy back. To see the blonde's face turn dark and his lips curl in disgust. When he growled, Harry loved it even more. They hated each other. With a passion.
It started with a simple passing in the hallway after class one day. Harry could see Malfoy's bright hair bobbing up and down from the other direction within the suffocating crowd of students. Harry frantically looked around searching for his two closest friends. But they were nowhere near. He sighed in worry. They were probably
Lullabye- PeterickLullabye (Peterick)Lullabye- Peterick6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Patricks Point Of View)
Im not worth Petes time.
I am not worth a moment of Pete Wentzs precious time, because time is lyrics and lyrics are Petes life, music is his life, but apparently I am his muse.
For his music, that is.
But I am not worth it. I am not good enough, I am not good looking enough, I am not even talented enough to sing his lullabye.
Pete said I am. Pete said lots of things.
Act One- When You Wake Up the World Will Come Around
Every metaphor youve ever said to me, I remember them all. Pete, when you leave me for an hour it feels like decades, I still taste every kiss youve tugged from my lips. I am drowning in the sunrise cause it means youre getting up and going. Youre winning this losing battle for whats left of this heart.
I stare down at the dreadfully sleepy note I had written Pete the previous
Light x L - Silent TearsLight was sitting on the rooftop of the building. What was he doing there? Well, getting drenched by the pelting rain, but first and foremost, recollecting memories. So many smiles so much laughter. He had been... genuinely happy then. Was the world worth losing his lone happiness for? Well, of course, the answer was yes. That was what Kira thought. But Light? Light couldn't help thinking, somewhere in the back of his mind, that Kira was wrong and that his small happiness wasn't going to cost anything but the betterment of wiping out Kira. However, those corners of Light's mind were banished by Kira's thoughts--his sinister plans. It was so... sickening to Light. Now, you may wonder what this small "happiness", as Light called it, was for him. It was simply what he and Ryuuzaki, or rather L, shared. A small love, a simple relationship--it was nothing extravagant. They had never done anything big, it was just a little secret between them--their little secret... that had a nice ring to iLight x L - Silent Tears7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Candy Corn"Reno, why the hell are we doing this?" for being nineteen years old, my older brother was an idiot. The ass blackmails me, demanding we dress up for Halloween, and out of all the things he could've forced me in, he chooses vampires. Vampires! Everyone knows vampires are things twelve year old girls obsess over and are not the fear inspiring monsters we know and love.Candy Corn6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The bastard has the nerve to laugh, like this is some fucking joke. I'm already pretty mad at him for forcing me in a chair for half an hour and applying eyeliner and some other make-up shit to my face, and then forcing two plastic vampire fangs into my mouth (he forced me to keep my mouth open for about twenty minutes, so they would stick to my teeth), "So I guess you want Sora to know about that one time with Riku." he sent me that cocky grin of his that may have made all the surrounding teen girls cream there fucking pants, but made me want to punch him full on the