Maxijohndoe Queer, Fruit, Sissy, and Faggot. I’d been called them all as part of growing up gay in a small southern town. But never had those words been as hurtful as shouted by that hypocrite Daryl Moss as he sped away in his Pickup, waving my shorts out the window. I had gone with Daryl and his buddies “fishing” and they had spent a boozy weekend drinking and having me suck them off, or they’d take turns fucking my arse.
Read moremichioliphant. So, I went to college, graduated in ’68, a Midwestern engineering college, up in the cold. I was gonna take-the world by storm as a mechanical engineer. That was the plan. I got to college, my first day and I’m geeked, really geeked. Being an engineering college, it’s mostly guys. I mean, the ratio was like 300 to 1, guys to girls. Of the girls, like half were super Uber bright, and on a mission, no distractions; half of
Read moreAnon My story begins in a small grocery store in a small farm town. My first job was at simple foods grocery I had just turned 19 and had worked there for nearly a year today was a big sale event. All the farmers in town were gathering outside the store to show off their produce so the customers would get to know where their food comes from and who was making it. It was a happy small town and
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