Tag: coming out of the closet
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maybeinabluemoon: quizás, quizás, quizás “I don’t want to go back.”“I’m sorry?” I ask, sipping my coffee.“I want to stay here.”“Here?” I ask, hoping I was understanding his English well enough. “In this rental apartment? There’s better ones in Lisbon…”“No no, I mean. Here. In this country. In Europe. No one cares that I’m gay here. There’s…
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“You’re really tense. You’re nervous, maybe a bit scared.”“Y-yeah.” Let me tell something – you’re thinking too hard. You’re thinking about the what-ifs, the whys, the maybes. Just think about the now.”“But-but-”I slide my hand down over his pectorals, brushing his nipple with my hand. He abruptly stops talking. “I can’t stand it anymore. You’ve…
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dudes-on-demand: Konstantin Kamynin Newest member of THE 1,000 CLUB Sometimes my friends ask me…how did I know I was gay? That’s a good question. I didn’t really know myself until I was 16. My aunt ran this taco restaurant in Palm Springs, and she got me a job bussing. Paid me under the table. One…
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My frat brother woke me up at two in the morning. “Max, wake up! Wake up. Come on, it’s an emergency.”I flailed. “Wh- what? What’s going on?”“You need to come downstairs right now. It’s your friend, Gordy.”“Gordy…?” I asked. “What is he doing here?” He lives two hours away.“"Oh you’ll see.” I squinted in the…
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The beach is supposed to be relaxing. No noises, no distractions. Nothing to do except swim and bask in the sun, which we were doing now after having gorged on a big lunch. We rested next to eachother, sharing my enormous towel, listening to the waves lap at the shore. Sometimes a gull would careen…