A shocking truth to eTgen, that no one ever knew. Not even himself! It wasn't untill he got a letter form - that he knew he was a -. gay? Preacher? Daughter? Computer? Yogi Bear?
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the shocking truth of etgen and censored
This was originally part of my attempts to wooo Hol in her contest to win her heart. it is the expanded version of our "proposed first date"
This one time at band camp.... Ok so it wasn't band camp it was summer math courses at one of the local universities. one of my classmates Stated that she was working at a sexuality and health store, selling books and other such pleasure items. She, not knowing that I kissed boys invited me to visit her at work as she stated it often gets boring while she was at work. What a clever girl, ionviteing me to a porno store in hope of seduceing me with porn and sex toys.... little does She know that I am INFACT immune to porn!
I did something tonight that I have never done before.
ugh...its like 12 o clock...and im not tired...but i'm really bored
I'm new here so I really don't know what i'm doing...so if somebody is actually reading this just bear(did i spell that right?) with me
It sucks to be 14...and closeted at the same time. i though that is could only get better after 13...and in some ways it has, but god i wish i could come out...if only i could. Every day i have the most irresistible urge to tell my sister...she's the only one who would understand and not make fun of me...and yet she'd probly tell everyone.
And here I am, again, at Oasis. I used to write a column, you may remember me as Chrisg. I wrote about my life, as I will continue to do in my column: Tales of the Pretty, Mischeivous, or just Bored. Some of the highlights of what I wrote were about my experiences with boys: Dave and Tim are perhaps the most memorable. I wrote about friends, the plays I was in, and in general teenage life. I hope you will find my column interesting still, and for the new readers, I hope you will just plain enjoy it. Thanks for reading!
My weekend is progressing ok ..
Had a very constructive linux user group meeting =) ..
Kind of came out to all of them..
Someone was like 'you are just a closet neo-nazi' .. and i was like 'sweeeetie.. i am not a closet ANYTHING!' .. and at some later stage we were discussing irc, and i was like.. 'yeah .. i have been an operator on #gaysa for years and years"
Also notable is that I have managed to garner quite a bit of support with the guys and generally managed to find a direction for us to head in the future.
This is one of those cases where I am taking leadership because everyone else is too non-committal and it is hurting the local linux community ..
to sick to write anything, just wanted to drop in
I cut myself
The blood flows loosely
No pain is felt
My troubles wash away
As the cold water
Touches the wound
You can taste my blood
Because you caused it's fall
I cut myself
With a knife sharp
As the hell you brought me to
Clearly I see
The darkness taking over me
The blood so cold, dark red
It's not over; you will see.
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Testosterone, injected into a female body, causes a second puberty. Remember how fun puberty was the first time around? Not at all, right? Well, the second time around, when, for folks like me, it's the right puberty, it's actually fun, believe it or not. The acne for me, thank the gods, isn't that bad (thank you dad for your good skin!). My shoulders are broadening, my voice dropping, I'm getting hairy, it's great.
I watched the Micheal Jackson special last night. I thought I could stomach Jacko's Wacko-ness. I had two expressions during the entire thing
2)Mouth agape and screaming in horror
How that man is allowed to have children is beyond me. He has issues with children, and the scene where he was feeding "Blanket" was incredibly disturbing. Let's shake the kid uncontrollably while suffocating it with a veil like thing.
The sauna that is my room... and the job that I want.
We had the entire place to ourselves tonight, just the four of us. Though I missed seeing everyone else that we spent the week with, it was nice to just be the four of us, like some of the old times.
I feel like hiding. Cocooning. Sitting quietly at home and reading Malcolm X or finishing my college essays, or working out until I emerge superior to my former self so entirely that the person sitting here now won