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Boyintree: 04/2008
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I remember her taking me and my sister to the library to get our own library cards and having a lively discussion with the librarian about children’s literature. We’d browse the shelves and carefully select three books each, nervously eyeing our mum whose voice seemed to fill up the entire room. Didn’t she know you’re supposed to whisper? I am invisible, weak, so easily broken. I am unlovable, disgusting, not worthy of saving. They looked at each other, shyly, unsure at first. Scared to let go of thi...
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Boyintree: 08/2010
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8221;Are you getting enough sleep? 8221;Did you do anything fun over the weekend? I miss. Me. She once asked ”Do you think you’ll grow up to be a perp? Is this something you worry about? There’s something wrong with me. He can feel his face redden. The pain stays. It stays right here. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm a college dance student. View my complete profile. Confessions Of A Teenage Novelist. Edited to Within an Inch of my Life. I'm Here. I'm Queer. What the Hell do I read? Live from the Border.
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Boyintree: 02/2010
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I was coughing so much it made me sick, is all. I’m smiling now. Everything is fine. I’m not running away from my problems, I’m simply getting rid of them. You’re being mean. Stop acting so goddamn juvenile. I want to scream in her face, call her every bad name I can think of. I want to tell her that it’s normal to fight, other kids fight with their parents all the time, what makes us any different? Girly, effeminate, soft, fruity, flaming, faggy, gay. Don’t think before you act, just do it. A return to ...
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Boyintree: 09/2009
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I wrote this poem in middle school. It's childish and I laugh at it now, but it's the only poem I've written on this topic. When did you know? When I was 8 years old. I wanted to be. One of the guys. I wanted to belong in their world. Voices deep like grown men’s. A foreign language unknown to me. The sound of boards hitting concrete. Made my skin tingle like a sunburn. Just a bunch of guys being physical. Light-headed from too much sun. Out of control and trying to impress. What that feeling meant.
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Boyintree: 09/2010
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An Interview with author Steve Berman. When I read your novel. Vintage: A Ghost Story. A couple years ago I was so happy to discover that there was more to GLBT YA than. Not that there is anything wrong with them (we have a lot to thank Brent Hartinger and Alex Sanchez for), but I think many teens are drawn to edgy writing, something out of the ordinary. We want to see young gay characters presented in a new way. Francesca Lia Block), there really isn't much. I suppose I've found my niche. When aspiring ...
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Boyintree: 03/2010
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A rite of passage. Is described on Wikipedia as ”. Cutting away from the former self. 8221; In my red leather-bound dictionary the word passage. Is described as ”. The process of passing from one stage to another. Sometimes I think I need my own Vision Quest, a way to make peace with the changes. Something to guide me along the way, someone to point me in the right direction. You will not grow up to be like him, we are not genetically programmed to become violent,. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Boyintree: 06/2010
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Can we watch something else? My house parent smiles, ruffles my hair. Next time we’ll rent a comedy. I want to ask,. Who gave you permission to touch me? But I don’t, because I’m overreacting again. It’s make-believe, fantasy. I don’t have to watch this movie, I don’t have to feed the darkness. If something triggers you, simply walk away. It’s all behind me now, isn’t it? I’m not, I’m not, I’m not. I wonder if it’s possible to ”unlearn” everything? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm a college dance student.
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Boyintree: 04/2013
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Some mature/sexual content. Read at your own discretion. Can you feel me looking? I move slowly in the changing room. Try to make the minutes before class last longer. Pretend to be looking for something. A clean pair of socks. Stalling until everyone else is gone. I’m aware that you’re aware. Suddenly uncomfortable in my nakedness. Too exposed, too obvious. Is it safe to admire you from a distance. Can I trust you? This otherness, this sense of being apart. Separate from everyone else. His skin recogniz...
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Boyintree: Clouds
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We used to live opposite Bute Park, a few doors down from a house with clouds painted on its façade. Baby pink or blue, I can’t remember. It looked out of place. Defiant, like it had a mind of its own. It had to be against the rules, it had to! You can’t paint a house like something out of a picture book. It made me smile, but it made me angry too. Who do you think you are, house? You think you’re so much better than all the other houses, you think you’re so special. Other mums and dads? He should be pla...
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