Jason Rimbaud
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Thanks Bruin,
I wanted to write something fuzzy bunny slippers using a model of homosexual love as the inspiration for breeders to follow. I think I did a pretty good job at that.
Jason
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Now if only I could write something longer than two hundred words.
Though I do have several other flash fiction shorts starring these characters, I can't seem to link them together for something longer.
Thanks Bruin,
Jason
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Being a fan of piratical jokes, even I would never go as far as Camy decided to take his characters.
*shudders* Still, I'd love to see this little ditty as a short film. Gruesome.
Jason
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I remember being so confused during my High School days, one moment I would be flirting with a guy and the next minute calling him a faggot, mainly because I was so scared of my sexaulity.
If only I had done things differently.
Oh well, great job Emu, I like it when you write as well.
Jason
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Poetic Justice of A One Night Stand
By: Jason Rimbaud
I feel sick, diseased and lifeless. I saw the darkest parts of myself today and struggled with the reality long after the hope of ever changing had faded into fantasy. I'm dirty and in need of a shower. Have you ever fucked someone for the sole purpose of trying to feel alive?
I washed the sheets today, they were stained and filled with memories I'd rather forget. His name was, Alex, and I met him at Nola's last night after I got off work. He was a tall, skinny, brunet with a lop-sided grin. In a bar filled with straight women and ugly old fags, he was the only one I'd fuck with the lights on. It was pathetic, awkward, and unfulfilling. A coupling where all you really want is to cum as fast as possible just so the night would be over. Have you ever fucked someone for the sole purpose of trying to feel alive?
His breath smelled of unwashed ass, even after I made him rinse out with Mouthwash. A putrid smell I swear I can still smell on my dick, hours after I bid him adieu. But tonight I needed a dumpster, a stranger, someone I would never have to see again. Release is primal, and jerking off only takes you so far. Have you ever fucked someone for the sole purpose of trying to feel alive?
I saw stains on my carpet, I wonder if Resolve would truly remove them? Alex was cute, tall and gangly but with way too much body hair. I've seen less hair in old 70s porno movies. I told him to get his situation under control; it's 2007 for Christ's sake. He couldn't have weighed more than one-hundred-and-forty pounds, and stood at least six foot three. At first I had fears of breaking him in half, though that fear faded once primal urge took over. When he stripped off his clothes, I admit, I was a bit surprised. Because a monster cock fell out of his boxers that looked enormous on his small frame. And though I know cocks always look bigger on skinny guys, his dick was huge. And I found this endowment rather amusing because he was a total bottom. This gives me a small belief in the idea of a god. Because only the twisted god of the Christians would have the sense of humor to give a total cock slut like Alex such a monster cock. Have you ever fucked someone for the sole purpose of trying to feel alive?
Having sex with Alex was like fucking a box of ice, cold and slightly numbing. The noises he made were small and in the wrong places. I thought at first he was simply going through the motions, but his freaky cock was hard the whole time. I don't think he came, though sex was never about him in the first place. Have you ever fucked someone for the sole purpose of trying to feel alive?
I washed my sheets today, three times; I think they might still be dirty. Or maybe it's just the grime I sense inside myself. His name was Alex, and he told me he was just out of a two month relationship with his once confused best friend. I wonder why all gay boys crush on their straight best friends? Again my belief in a god doubles. At Nola's, he told me he was tired of jerking off and of sleeping alone. All he wanted from me on this random night was some human contact and a bit of compassion. I guess one out of two isn't bad. Have you ever fucked someone for the sole purpose of trying to feel alive?
I scrubbed my carpets this morning, early, right after I told him to leave my apartment. I can still see the look on his face, a sad look of quiet acceptance. It was heartbreaking to see a fellow human so broken, so conditioned by the world to believe the notion that having sex with another male is morally wrong. I saw hints of tears in his blue eyes as he quickly pulled on his clothes. Alex is still young, young enough to have delusions about one day finding true love and lasting commitments. In the brief time he spent in my bed, I think I might have jaded him, tarnished his golden armor, and set him on a path to becoming another jaded fag, just like me. Have you ever fucked someone for the sole purpose of trying to feel alive?
His name was Alex and he was beautiful. His hair smelled of honey and mixed berries, I can still smell his designer cologne on my skin. And his breath was intoxicating, a mixture of beer and cigarettes that always drives me wild. Young and filled with passion, Alex was a tiger in the bedroom. The sex, though primal, was filled with passion and sweat. Why does the innocence smell sweeter before the act, while afterwards it reeks of guilt and self-loathing? Have you ever fucked someone for the sole purpose of trying to feel alive?
I washed myself four times today, I still feel dirty though. Scrubbing the stains from my carpet was something I could control. Elbow grease works, my carpet is once again spotless. Just like my shower, the fourth time I showered I spent most of the time scrubbing it. My skin smells like 409 Bathroom cleaner. My toes and hands are wrinkled, and I don't think I'll ever feel clean again. Have you ever fucked someone for the sole purpose of trying to feel alive?
Have you just fucked somone over?
Have you?
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Friends
By: Jason Rimbaud
Lance shifted his gaze towards his two best friends, Justin and Scott. He creased his forehead together as he tried to differentiate the two. Lately, if you saw one you saw the other, joined at the hip without being overly annoying like most couples. Never a fan of public displays of affection, they were subtle about their love, showing it in little ways, a glance, a touch, a blush, a steady showing of love that only a blind person would miss.
Lance felt a sudden surge of love for his friends, without their knowledge, their relationship was the catalyst that pushed him over the edge and helped him find the courage to propose to Shelia. They were the true testament of love?s perseverance and understanding; and maybe more importantly, love?s forgiveness.
The two boys were sitting together, so close as to be on top of one another. They were holding hands, something they just started doing a few weeks earlier; an unconscious display of love that Lance thought was cute.
Scott noticed the staring and mouthed, ?What??
Lance smiled, ?I love you.?
Scott winked with a smile, his fingers brushing the back of Justin?s hands tenderly.
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A Disturbing Phone Call
By: Jason Rimbaud
?Hello?
?Hi, baby.?
Smiling, Justin replied, ?Mom, how are you??
?I?m fine, how you holding up??
?A bit tired, but I?m used to that.?
?Are you eating properly??
?I just ate breakfast,? Justin said, adding, ?How?s everyone there??
?Everyone went sailing with your dad.?
Regretting the time away from his family, Justin sighed as his mother added, ?Sarah called.?
?Yeah.? He replied hesitantly.
?She wants her ring back.?
Looking over at his dresser, he said, ?I?ll send it off today.?
Sitting on the chair, Justin said, ?I wish she called me instead of you.?
?She?s a bit pissed at you at the moment.?
?I can?t blame her for that.?
?No you can?t. We had a long talk.? She added, ?I love you, and it?s your decision but you really need to talk to her.?
Justin replied through a sigh, ?I can?t...not yet.
?Are you sure you don?t want to tell me what happened??
?One day, but not yet,? Justin said.
?Just remember I?m always here.?
?Thanks.? Justin hung up the phone and wiped the tears away. How could he tell his mom the truth? She so wanted grandkids; it would break her heart.
He looked in the mirror, ?I?m gay.?
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I've watched every video Bo's put out since I discovered him about a year ago. For being as young as he is, his wit is quite remarkable as is the way he strings words together.
Klan cookout is probably one of my favorites along with My Family Thinks I'm Gay.
Jason
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I must've read this piece ten or twenty times before I got what the author was trying to convey. The lines are filled with stark imagery and a desperate voice that seems at first, world weary, but upon further readings, I began to see the underlying anger from someone who is tired of being shutdown, tired of feeling less than human, and poised for a revolution.
My favorite lines is...
No mister, but I read Emma Goldman before you closed the library down.She wanted roses and dancing and for a quid I'll be your clown.
How close to the end of existence have we come when a person can be bought for a few quid/dollars? When did those street people become less than human in our eyes? Why do we treat the dirtiest, smelliest, flee-bitten dog better than a fellow human who needs us even more than those animals?
I fear for the future of the world when animals become more important than humans.
Great poem, I"m sorry that it took so long for me to find the words to comment, but when you write something that is filled with layers, it takes time to strip away and find the heart.
Jason
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A few months ago, as a writing exercise, I proposed constructing a poem, each writer building upon those lines that came before. There was no outline or theme, each writer was free to let their muse run wild.
I didn't really have any expectations other than sharing in the creation of something unique with some talented writers. And yet imagine my surprise as I watched this gem slowly take shape as each author spun their magic.
The finished product is a simple yet thought provoking piece that begs the question, Why Am I, and the most important question, what happens next. Not only did this exercise exceed all my expectations but it also taught me a few things about drafting poetry. So thanks to all of those that contributed to this poem and to Steven Keith for suggesting the title.
I hope everyone doesn't mind me taking the liberty to choose a title...I think everyone will be more than pleased.
Jason
Decision
By: Jason Rimbaud, DesDownUnder, Trab, Sat8997, Rustic Monk, Rad Steven, Camy, Steven Keith
Is there some other way out of here
Other than driven by our own fear
Maybe appeal, of those we hold dear
Self reliance abandoned, that much is clear
But am I leaving or running away
By not moving from where I stay
Faltering, each and every day
No, there must be another way
I must search out the reason why
More so now that I feel the end is nigh
Loneliness rules; I refuse to die
Without knowing, why am I?
If I step back and look for clues
Willing, as always, to pay my dues
What will I find, and what will I lose
If I am unwilling to choose
The end is nigh; a decision soon
By the half, quarter or full moon
Shall I wait till the Sun's high noon
Before I banish all thoughts of doom
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what is wibby trying to tell us?
Hmm, story indeed!
Jason
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Wow, I'm pretty bummed that Gabe has decided to move on. His poetry, and his friendship will be missed here at Awesome Dude. Though I know I'll still be able to keep in touch with him, reading his poems was something I always looked forward to.
Happy trails Gabe, may your voice continue to resonant.
Jason
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I voted to give all my money to the Raccoon. Not only do I believe that the silly creature will spend it wisely, I whole-heartedly know that any contribution to said Raccoon will be used to further the good of humanity. I remain, as always, a servant of the Raccoon.
Long Live Wibby.....
*bows down*
I'm not worthy.
Jason
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Wow, Wibby...
I laughed out loud almost from the opening sentence. I take my hat off to whoever edited this story for you...how could his head not explode after reading this little thingy.
Brilliant job...probably your best story to date. Looking forward to more. *wink wink*
Wibby Rocks almost as much as Poets.
Jason
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How about gay teen's family dies leaving him a small fortune...
Or gay teen's father moves away and leaves him alone in the house
Or how two gay teens, both very young, have sex like porn stars...seven or eight times in a few hours
Off the top of my head, I'm sure I could think of more.
Jason
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For what it's worth...if an author chooses not to leave contact information, that is his decision. I think he's missing out on a great deal of enjoyment but so be it. In the last few days I've done a bit of research about this author and found out he has been harassed, threatened, and who knows what else because of his work. So cutting off contact with everyone is understandable.
Yet I can't agree with his disdain of "fans" discussing his work, whether they praise it or bash it. I am not a fan of Driver's work, but I have never bashed his writings or his words nor will I ever. Author's spend a great amount of time creating and I've never felt comfortable putting a fellow author down.
That being said, if you write something and decide to share it with the world, then you must take the good with the bad. If he doesn't want this work discussed, then he should keep it to himself. Of course, this is my opinion and it really doesn't matter to anyone.
Jason
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I have a question,
Let me see if I get this right, an author, not even hosted on this site, has asked that no one discusses his work? And we comply to this wish? I'm a bit confused on the logic behind this. And is it just me, or is this behavior a tad egocentric?
Jason
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Wow!!!!!
I got the silly Raccoon to flirt with me.
It's only a matter of time now.
Jason
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Sadly, this isn't the most disturbing thing I've seen/read in the last few days. By comparison, this is quite tame.
Jason (who just wants to give that poor sick Raccoon a hug)
*scampers off to find a full body condom to give out said hug*
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Very haunting...tough subject to get right. You did a great job without going for the more obvious clich?s. I likes it.
Jason
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I really liked this...whether it's only half true or mostly true...strong stark emotions.
Jason
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I always loved poetry that strips the writer bare and lays it all for the world to see. If I had a seal of approval, like Des Down Under, I would give it freely.
Jason
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Hey Gabe,
This is really good...undisguised anger that's barely controlled with a healthy dose of contempt. You mentioned something
about a voice message you received, and this was your retort.
My question: Are you the protagonist or is it the person leaving the voice message to you?
This is brilliant work...I likes it
Jason
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This is quite good Trab, and you say you can't do this writing thing.
Very sad that you left that poor boy sitting in the car with those tears falling down.
I likes it...very muchly
Jason
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Poetic Justice of a One Night Stand
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Thanks Bruin,
Writing this piece was pure, in the moment self-loathing. And I'm quite proud of the finished product. Thankfully, I've come a long way since living those type of nights.
Jason