By Jeff Walsh
Many gay teens have crushes on their best friends. Some insist that if they could just manage to tell their friend "I'm gay" at the right moment, things might combust into kissing, sex and an amazing relationship. But the words rarely come, and if they do, it rarely ends up being a mutual feeling -- although we've all heard tales of such teenaged best friends-turned-lovers that make us all feel a slight tinge of envy. But they are truly the exception.
By Jeff Walsh
"The Radical Right Has Blood On Its Hands" screams a yellow flyer emblazoned with a bloody red palm print. "They're killing us," the flyer continues on the flip side, "The Radical Right tells us that we're abnormal and forces us to live our lives locked in the closet of fear and shame."
The flyer is promoting SQUIRM! a coalition of queer youth planning to protest this month at the GOP National Convention in San Diego. The youth will speak out at a special time from the protest area outside the convention. Queer youth "action teams" will also be posted near events around town that will be attended by the GOP delegates.
By Jeff Walsh
A new film documents the era and events that led to riots at the Stonewall bar in New York City in 1969. "Stonewall," the movie based in part on Martin Duberman's book of the same name, tells a powerful story about drag queens who refused to be hassled by police any longer, and fought back. The riots are considered the birth of the modern day gay and lesbian rights movement.
Last nite at a friends place the discussion came up with the guys. How much money would it take for you to give another guy a blow job. I was the only gay one there, there was an interesting conversationa bout it. every guy said they would do it for a certain amount of money. except for one guy. he said he would probably need heavy counselling after it. my response? "You'd cretainly have the money to pay for it"
I feel so much commotion in my mind and body, it's driving me insane. My stomach is shooting with fire crackers and my mind is compressed with heavy rocks, my breath is suffocated in my own lungs. Am I being reasonable, blaming life for my own annoyances? Do I have a right to crib about something so insignificant as not having a girlfriend? An empty mind really is a devil's workshop, but an overwhelemed mind is a devil's worst enemy.
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no this is not an e.e. cummings poem......;)
The scene: Paris, 1927. A time of the great writers Gertrude Stein and Ernest Hemingway.
Heingway, unbeknownced to Gertrude and Alice, has been bad mouthing the pair to anyway who will listen. (In legend, this is because Gertrude was seducing one of his wives with Alice's brownies. This is legend of course.)
Gertrude and Alice go to their barbar, but to their horror he has left town. Gertrude complains about this bad luck to her 'friend' Ernest who reccomends his personal barber who tends to his entire family. He is thanked and the couple goes on their way. Ernest calls ahead and askes for a bit of a practical joke...to shave their heads.
After a couple of intense impromptu debates, I went home to my boarding school, and my friends and I all sat down and talked for about an hour in the caf at dinner. Seated to my right was my debating partner, a particularly smart and interesting boy I shall call Nesterly. To my left was an incredibly hot bi chick with her chair slanted slightly towards me and her leg touching my ass. Across from me was Sidney, and beside her was No Ah.
Guys and porn. What else could a bi girl ask for? Well...maybe girls too.
