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  1. Merkin

    Dominic

    I agree completely with Cole and William on this. You've clearly got the talent. Have you got the persistence? That's the part you have to acquire over and over, setback after setback.
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    Boy - by Camy

    That's beautiful, but also so sad.
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    God made you this way

    Pope Francis, bless his heart, has said words to this effect several times. What he leaves out is the subtext: 'it's OK as long as you don't practice homosexuality'.
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    One space or two after a period?

    All those extra spaces must bulk up those notebooks, Cole. No harm in that—although you hardly need the assist, considering your output. 😉
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    One space or two after a period?

    To quote one actor who became president (not the current one), 'Here we go again.' Although this time around I have Des to thank for giving us the LGBT+ take on this controversy, and I find I don't need to give it any further thought.
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    Mamihlapinatapai

    Oh, bravo, bravo to the both of you!
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    Tested At Test

    Your "Holiday Renewal" is one of my favorite stories here, Addym, and I'm looking forward to a new offering from you. James
  8. "Of course I won't laugh," said the nurse to the patient, "I'm a professional. In over twenty years I've never laughed at a patient." "Okay then," said Bob, and he proceeded to drop his trousers, revealing the smallest adult male organ the nurse had ever seen in her life.. In length and width it was almost identical to a AAA battery. Unable to control herself, the nurse tried to stop a giggle, but it just came out. And then she started laughing at the fact that she was laughing. Feeling very badly that she had laughed at the man's private part, she composed herself as well as she could. "I am so sorry," she said, "I don't know what came over me. On my honor as a nurse and a lady, I promise that it won't happen again. Now, tell me, what seems to be the problem?" "It's swollen," Bob replied. She ran out of the room. (Thanks to kiwi for this one. May he rest in peace.)
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    The Quarry

    Still one of my favorite web writers. He set the tone for many of us aspiring to write worthwhile gay fiction. You can find all of his work that is (I believe) currently still available here: http://www.storiesbydriver.net/
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    Child Abuse

    Another heart-felt demonstration that it is usually only through sheer luck and circumstance that most of these kinds of cases are identified. a great piece of writing by Colin.
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    Guarded

    Wayne G. has started a new novel called "Camp-Refuge" in the camping section of Nifty. You can find the first installment here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/camping/camp-refuge I heard from Wayne about it, and his plan for it is worth quoting: 'I've started a new series called Camp Refuge. This one is very different from Guarded, and I want you to know that right away. It's not a mystery/suspense. Instead, it is almost entirely a character-driven story, which is a challenge for me as a writer in a totally new way. And that's the idea. It'll be a challenge because I want to show a real progression in the characters themselves. I want to show growth and change in them. But I want it to be believable too.' The quality of Wayne's work on "Guarded" ensures that I'll keep an eye on this new one, and I hope many of you will also. James
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    Bus accident - tragedy for Canadian Junior Hockey Team

    A terrible, terrible tragedy, destined to rip this small town apart. I grew up in a small town where school sports were one of the things that glued the town together. Along with the rest of the town’s youth I often rode to those distant 40-plus mile playdates in old decrepit school busses that were mobile tragedies waiting to unfold. I think it’s high time we looked hard at bus safety, driver training, and regulations affecting the ‘volunteer’ bus drivers so often found at the wheel of these sports buses.
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    The Right to Remain Silent by Cole Parker

    I just can't stop laughing at Nigel's comment.
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    Separate Tongues

    Seems like a worthy project, but I barely understand most dialects of British English itself when spoken rapidly, so I'm hoping for subtitles.
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    High School Hero by Cole Parker

    Gaah! Who will it be for Whit ? When will it be ? The waiting is excruciating. Mike could make big bucks for the site if he would sell Preview Peeks at the whole package of one of Cole's serialized stories when its first chapter goes up.
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    Support System by Merkin

    Creak. Clump, clump, clump. Thanks, ChrisR! Clump, clump, clump. SLAM
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    Site lag on forum.

    Given that the lag plus a reflex-driven second post occurs regularly, if not predictably, we should all use our initial post of the day to say something nice that bears repeating.
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    Guarded

    I'm enjoying it. The characters have dimension, even the secondary characters. The plot is full of peaks and cliffs and unexpected reveals.
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    Letter to Timothy by Merkin

    Thanks, Rutabaga. I think there are few discoveries as bittersweet as learning that your father or mother had an intense, deeply felt life before you came along – that, once uncovered, puts what you know about that parent into a new perspective.
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    A grammarian's delight

    Ah, ha. What a great teaching tool. Thanks, Cole.
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    I can't believe Trump said this!

    Joe Biden.
  22. Support System a Boys on Trains flash by James Merkin Sometimes, when I’m having a slow day and I don’t swing along fast enough, a trainman will shut the doors in my face just as I get there and leave me standing on the platform. I’ve looked up and caught his sneer but fuck it, it’s just one more thing to deal with. Sometimes someone will hold the train by standing against the edge of the sliding door until I can swing myself into the subway car. It’s usually an older guy, somebody’s dad, and I flash him a grateful smile. Of course he’ll look away quickly and avert his eyes. I’m used to that. If it’s a good day I can just make it to the train when schools have let out. I always try to find a seat in the middle of the car. Those seats face into the center and I can see best there. I can watch the schoolboys as they jostle and push and stand or sit in groups full of talk and camaraderie. Every once in a while a cute boy will catch my eye. I live for those moments. I’ll look him over and daydream about him and commit him to my memory. Sometimes he’ll notice and look back at me. Once or twice when that happened the boy even smiled at me. I dreamed about that boy for weeks. But usually if I look too long and he senses my glance he’ll turn away or make a face or say something rude or angry about me. I guess if I were in his shoes and an ugly dwarf with bent legs and crutches stared at me I’d get angry, too. They never bother me or try to retaliate. They can tell right away how strong I am. Nearly twenty years on crutches will do that for your upper body and arms. No, they just turn away, maybe whisper something to a friend, and make a point of not looking in my direction for the rest of the trip. I generally stop looking, too, once they turn away and lose their cuteness to some other emotion. Yesterday, though, I saw a really cute boy come onto the subway car. He was very young – maybe only fourteen or fifteen -- and he had that soft fresh complexion boys have before they have to start shaving. He had brown hair that touched his collar and his big brown eyes, pert nose, and soft lips made a portrait I won’t forget. He even noticed me looking at him and he gave me a brief grin, then blushed and looked away to find a seat across from me not too far away. He concentrated his attention on his cell phone. I guess he was playing a game or texting because from time to time he’d frown in concentration and his thumbs were flying. Every once in a while he’d laugh at something on his screen. He was so cute I memorized as much of him as I could. Luckily the train wasn’t crowded and I could watch him without interruption. I soon noticed that someone else was watching him, too. I don’t miss much, particularly the attentions of other boy watchers, and the other watcher was a guy I’d seen on the subway a couple of times already. I get a really bad vibe whenever I see him. He is always watching boys, especially very young boys, and he always looked as though he hated them. You could see the rage in his face, and his fists were clenched. His whole body looked like it was ready to spring. I’d seen him bump boys deliberately when the car was crowded and riders had to stand. It looked to me that he wanted to force them into a corner or something. A couple of times a smaller boy would seem terrified after encountering him. I kept an eye on the creepy guy, as I’d labeled him – quick glances to check on him, even though it was interfering with my own enjoyment of the boy we both had focused on. The boy finished with his phone and put it away as we pulled into an underground station. It appeared to be his stop, since he was standing up, unsteadily balancing himself as he hoisted his backpack and turned toward the doors in the center of the car. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the creepy guy stand, too. His eyes were boring into the boy’s back and his expression was truly frightening. As the car slowed to a stop the doors opened and the boy slipped out onto the platform. He was alone and he set off in the opposite direction from most of the departing crowd. He was heading into darkness and I knew I would soon lose sight of him. Then creepy guy made his move. He gathered up his scruffy gym bag and headed toward the doorway. I knew he was going to follow the boy. As he moved past me I stuck one of my crutches out slightly, as though it had slipped from my side. It was enough to catch his right foot. He went down immediately, full face onto the floor of the subway car. The gym bag fell from his grasp. As it fell it flipped over and a wicked long sharp knife fell onto the floor. Entering passengers who had just stepped onto the car gaped and drew back. The doors finally closed as he lunged for the knife. I brought my other crutch down hard on his hand. It made a satisfying crunch as I pinned his hand to the floor. He screamed. I told the guy sitting beside me to pull the Emergency Cord. I didn’t much mind spending the evening being interrogated by the transit police, after they’d cuffed the creep and taken him away. Turned out he was a known sex offender, and was already wanted for questioning. One cop even called me a hero. I just want to be able to see the boy again. _____
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    I can't believe Trump said this!

    I think any teacher who scores a takedown should get a bonus in her pay envelope. Maybe even a sticker for her purse, much like those on the backs of collegiate football helmets.
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    More About Boys on Trains

    I'd say they had made their point as soon as they grasped their opportunity, Cole.
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    Terminus

    The more things change the more some things may stay the same. A train can travel in more than one dimension. Good one, William.
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