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Geez AJ. I'd never read your signature lines before. That's pretty hot. :)

Congratulations! Is it presumptious to assume your friend was gay too? :)

Has anyone else read any of Maddy's material? She is quite prolific on her Yahoo Groups site. This is her self description: "I am Madison Dante also known as Maddy A., a GIRL : ) who reads and writes gay male fiction." I've read a bit of it, and I find it very difficult to deal with. Probably because it's really not well written. One thing that is very noticable is that not one of her characters seem to be able to simply speak. They are always shouting, screaming, or yelling. But she does seem to have quite the following. Moderator edited to resolve problem with web address. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MaddyA_Stories/

Dropping the 'in' would make the temperature just under triple digits, in other words, the high nineties. Someone else will have to tell you if your intended result is being met by swindler in the current sentence. I cannot see that it does so, but I'm notoriously literal, as most here can attest. :)

I'm enjoying the story, but I'm not too sure that 'swindling' is the right word in this sentence. "The afternoon temperatures were swindling in triple digits." Maybe you need to drop the word "in" to make it reflect what is intended? Bart

As some of you may already know, from reading some of my earlier posts, I have Asperger's Syndrome, a form of autism. Although not massively handicapping for me, since I have managed to develope some good coping strategies over the years, there are many who have not been quite so lucky. Many kids, teens and those in their twenties suffer from both their 'challenges' and societal discrimination due to behavior problems. When we try to explain the extent, range and depth of the different aspects of A/S to the 'average Joe' it turns into a marathon exercise. We cannot express ourselves well verbally, and in the written format we seem incapable of reducing the information to anything less that about 2.5 pages of material. What I am looking for is someone who can take submissions from me, and some other aspies (as people with A/S often call ourselves) to write a small piece that would effectively describe much of Asperger's on the front and back of a business card, or, in a pinch, on one of those fancy cards that has one fold (twice the business card size). One of the aspects of A/S is a tendency (read "NEED") to be exact, and this pretty much precludes any one of us aspies from writing this condensed description. We've tried, and failed. We need a 'professional'. Anyone?

Based on the information posted in this thread, I've just started reading this story, and I'm falling in love with it, even though I'm only in the second chapter. I'm looking forward to some happy nights of reading. :)

Loved it. Beautifully done. It teased the tears right out of my eyes. Thank-you Bart

Jan, you made me laugh, probably unintentionally. " I don't know how I could have missed this post." is easily answered. It was only posted about 10 hours ago.

Great story. It grips you right away, is very humorous, and makes you want more. :D

I never had those intense feelings in my teens. By that time I was already in my self imposed yet unrecognized mind blank stage. It is only recently that I've become aware of myself, my orientation, and I am now learning to explore my emotions by reading these stories. Caution is obviously needed because I have nothing against which to judge the content, but I hope that experiencing the emotional highs and lows of the characters by immersing myself fully in the stories will allow me to become a 'better' person. Being an emotional zombie is really not the best way to go through life and I love the change. The downside of this slowly opening vista of emotional turmoil is that I am also feeling markedly 'down' at times, due in most part to having no-one special in my life. I am willing to feel this, since I really do feel more alive this way but a nice bonus would be to find that special someone to show me the highs as well.

For while, I tried reading the different stories while sitting at my computer desk. Frankly, it became a pain in the ass. My solution came in the form of a Palm PDA. I would take the story, Ctrl C & Ctrl V it into a .doc file, reduce the size, and combine as many chapters as I could find. Then I could take this with me, to read wherever I could find some time, most often in bed (sadly, alone). The added bonus of course is that it's much easier to pleasure yourself in bed than sitting at the computer desk, although that is by no means not possible, assuming the story had some 'turn on' spots. But nothing lasts forever, and the poor design of the Palm caught up. The internal and essentially non-replaceable battery will only last for a couple of hours, since the backlight drains the unit rather quickly. There is no option for viewing without the backlight being on. The unit would die rather quickly, sometimes at a very inopportune time, leaving me wanting more, but needing to use my imagination (God help me, for I have none). I started to leave the charging plug in the Palm, so that I could just go on and on, if need be, till the sun came out again the next day. Well, another Palm deficiency was quickly discovered. The charger plug is at the base of the unit, and when you lie in bed, it rests on your chest. After a few months, the pressure of this, and it is really not much pressure, caused a warping of the elements within the charging plug/socket to alter, enough that it became impossible to charge it again. Some tech research later, and it was obvious the unit is permanently disabled. The cost of repair is comparable to buying a new Palm. I have not been able to find any comparable device which has the charging plug at the top, or even the side. Now I actually hardcopy the stuff I'm reading, on a laser printer, and after I'm done I shred it in my cross shredder. In 3 months I've gone through some 10K sheets of paper and 1 full toner cartridge. This is crazy. I need another solution. I suppose I could just stop reading all you guys' wonderful stories, but I don't really think that is a valid option. I want other suggestions. Bart PS. I know we're not supposed to print or save stuff due to copyright requirements, but surely doing a quick overnight save, print and destroy is not a problem. Please assure me that this is okay.

I like the way it is now. I particularly like the scrolling bits, and the short quotes from the newest story chapters. One thing that does bother me however, is that some of the newest story chapters are in fact not new. I have read them from other locations some time ago. It would be interesting to hear how you decide on the speed or frequency of adding chapters which may have been posted for months elsewhere. I may be unique, but I doubt it, in wanting to read as many chapters as possible as quickly as possible. Once I'm hooked on a story, I will search as many places as I can think of in order to get more of my 'fix'. Then later on I will see a notice here that the newest chapter is in, and subsequently find that it is not the newest (for me) at all. Another personal issue for me is mixing the different characters from different stories together in my mind. If I read 10 different story chapters in one week, I am unable to keep them seperate in my mind. I am much better able to handle multiiple chapters of the same story just like one would in a 'real' book.

That is great TR. Captivating to the very end!

Sadly, I cannot appreciate poetry very much. My AS (Asperger's) makes me see only the literal meanings. When taking 'literature' and 'peotry' at school I got a whopping 43% average for the year. In other words, abject failure.

I read this, and my 'radar' immediately thought, "Uh oh. Something's wrong here." "Would chill my flesh and warm my hearth" Is it a typo? Should this be 'heart', not 'hearth'?

Awesome story. Sadly, sometimes we are alone. Autistic kids cannot even speak to anyone, so how are they going to get help? Man Accused Of Abusing Autistic Boys He Tutored In Home From the Associated Press http://www.ohio.com/mld/beaconjournal/news...te/12897399.htm Rocky River, Ohio - A 33-year-old former classroom aide indicted on 25 rape charges said in a coffee shop that he believed students and teachers could share alcohol, drugs and sex, police said. Police in this Cleveland suburb investigated and arrested Phillip Distasio after several people reported the conversation to authorities. He pleaded not guilty last week to charges he sexually abused two autistic boys, ages 11 and 12, who he tutored in his home. Prosecutors say nine more possible victims have been identified using journals and videotapes Distasio kept and more charges are likely. Distasio started working as a classroom aide at a center for the Positive Education Program, a nonprofit program for mentally and physically handicapped children, in 2000.

Does anybody know anything about this site, and, if so, what? http://www.gayauthors.org/support.php It looks as if they need money too.

I'm surprised nobody challenged me when I called masturbation 'perversions'. Of course I didn't really mean it in that way, and maybe everyone here is so good with satire that they just passed right over it, but then again, the bait is snapped up awfully quickly most times. I think possibly telling about it all in public, on an open forum, would be a perversion. :oops:

I like the article, as it speaks to me. I took the step of coming out this year. Not fully, limiting myself to a really close friend, a couple of acquiantances, and my sister and her sons. My lack of strength to tell even more people bothers me. How can I be strong enough to tell some, yet too weak to tell others? Part of the answer to that, is that I have Asperger's Syndrome, which is part of the autism spectrum. It is difficult for me to talk to anyone, about anything. I struggle to make eye contact. I cannot tell if people are supporting me or revolted, since I cannot read facial expressions accurately. On a test, I scored a 40% accuracy in determining happy facial expressions and angry facial expressions. 60% of the time, I cannot tell one from the other. Repeated disasters in speaking to people have made me 'gun shy'. Is it any wonder that I have a hard time coming out? Anyone I tell must have the patience of a saint just to listen to me at all, and I have to trust them totally, or absolutely not care about them whatsoever. Be prepared to fight for my rights? Okay, but it has to be done in a way that is open to me. Verbally, publicly, is not an option. I would love to volunteer in an office, some kind of support agency, but again, I cannot talk to people. I want to meet someone who will become a friend, and hopefully a special someone as a relationship developes, but I cannot talk to people. I want a lover, hell, I would probably settle for just sex, but I cannot talk to people. I am one of the most minority groups within minority groups, I am an autistic homosexual. Someone else needs to carry the battle, for I cannot. And I'm not happy about that. But the reality is that I'm fighting two battles: society's outlook at autism, and society's outlook at homosexuality. If society would just get the hell out of our faces, we'd be able to live happy lives, not bothering anyone who didn't want to deal with us. The unhapiness is not caused by us, but by all those who want complete conformity to their standards and ideals. Society is wrong: society sucks.

I think my sister handled it well. By 5 my nephew was familiar with all the words, and by 8 he was aware of ALL the details. For what it's worth, I have only been able to come out to my sister and her two boys, and not my mother. And I'm 56 for God's sake. How we are brought up is so very critical to our wellbeing in more ways than just the physical. My parents were very loving, and talked about pretty much anything and everything else openly and freely. Sex was a huge silent void as a conversation topic. Very sad.

Well, that was certainly an interest site. After reading some of the names of the parts, it makes one wonder if the term "beating your meat" is actually based on the latin "meatus" rather than what we 'normally' think might be the origin. That said, I cannot even imagine having a tight foreskin. I was masturbating from at least 5 years old, and my grandma was only too happy to point out that she caught me at it each time she came for a visit. (I just reread this sentence, and it is definitely not right. But it is too funny to change, so I'll correct it here: ...was only too happy to point out each time she came for a visit that she had once caught me at it.) When you work at it for that many years, it's not tight. Take my word for it. I suspect only the masturbationally deprived uncut suffer from that problem. :) I was going to go on with a description of some of my personal sexual self stimulation adventures, but then I thought, "Maybe this is inappropriate here. Maybe they don't want to hear about my perversions. Maybe one of these guys will actually meet me one day." {I do actually talk to myself that way.}

I'm still working on this story, but it's not really work at all. One thing just grabbed hold of me though, and shook me to my core, making my everyday existance a nightmare, knotting my bowels, and generally causing a lot of nights of sleeplessness: "He was pressing into him forcefully now, like he was trying to borough his way though Cam's chest. " WHAT? Excuse me? He was trying to make a political sub-section of Cam's chest? Some editor really missed with this one. BTW, did I do the exageration well? Bart PS. I hope somebody pointed this out in one of the myriad posts on this story, but if not, shame on you all. Didn't EleCivil specifically say not to hold back on his account?

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HA. Gotcha. The play was that Bart, the person, is no more.