PromIf looks equate to success and dependability, then Alexander Cantrelle is not making any sort of cut.Prom2 years ago in Short Stories
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For him, life doesn't really measure up on how fancily dressed he is he is perfectly content waking up five minutes before school starts so that he is able to enjoy the sweet sensation of mindless, worry-free sleep. It doesn't really matter if he is pressed for finding an outfit, because there is simple solution to a matter that many people over-complicated:
All Alex really needed was a shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, the easiest pair of shoes he can slide onto his feet, and a semi-baggy sweater that enables his lithe frame to stay warm in the chilly depths of his high school
that was it. He didn't have to make himself excessively fancy by putting on belts or ties or make his shoulder-length locks sit in some sort of proper 'do' five minutes, and that was it.
Today, however, does not grant the 17-year-old blonde the luxury of a quick, five-minute dress up. So
A Story Of A PansexualA Story Of A Pansexual1 year ago in Editorial
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The Journey of Pansexuality For Me
Alot of my life,anything that wasnt hetrosexual was wrong.
I struggled,wondering what I really was,while I was raised up around the opposite gender.Soon my doctor told me I devolved a gender identity disorder,which meant I would grow up with the mind of a boy,and the body of a girl..
I struggled with it a long time,constantly made fun of at school,constantly alone,I wasnt welcomed by boys because my body was a girl,I wasnt welcomed by girls because my mind was a boy.I was teased about being a hermaphrodite,yet oddly didnt mind..
When I found out about what it was,I would listen to them tease me,and then I smile,thinking at least I know what I am now.
Each day as I grew,homeschooled since 5th grade,I continued to force myself to love males only.I knew if I didnt,my father would literally harm me,and I would be shunned again.But the more I explored as I got older,I thought maybe I was bisexual,when I tested it,It di
My SecretI have friends whom I hold dear.My Secret3 years ago in Free Verse
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They comfort me and I comfort them.
It's a shame, however, how they don't know.
They have no idea who I really am.
That's all I can say.
I know you never wanted
For me to be this way.
I want to tell you.
I want you to really hear.
But it keeps me from talking.
It is your own fear.
I try to put myself in your shoes,
But, there is no rationality.
I know I must live with this.
It's my own heartbreaking reality.
I eat, I laugh, I play, I cry.
Sometimes, I wish I could be like you.
But, you will always keep a little distance,
Because I want to be me, too.
I'll tell you anything else.
Your judgement, your fear.
They are the cork on the bottle.
If I told you, would you still care?
I can't keep it in anymore.
Please, just let me say:
Would you still love me if I told you...
...I am gay?