When I was in High School, I was labeled as being a Geek. In 1954 that word had a completely different meaning than it does today. There was no such thing as personal computers. The Internet and e-mail were not even in our vocabulary yet. We didn’t have electronic anything except a black and white TV. No, Geeks in my youth were guys who were academically gifted but socially impaired. I wore horn-rimmed glasses, carried at least four pens in my shirt pocket, wore white socks and knew how to use a slide rule. I never had enough nerve to ask a girl out on a date. I didn’t have a car or any real spending money anyway. I had a paper route Click to read more
As much as Travis wanted to answer her naughty, beckoning gesture, he couldn’t decide whether or not her smile touched her eyes. Temptation exuded from every aspect of her: the dark hair cascading down her bared shoulders, the tip of her tongue touching her full, red lips, the way one arm held the fabric of her bra to her chest while the other reached out for him… at least, he thought her bra was still partly on. The black plastic board in the magazine rack covered up the rest.
It wasn’t such a big deal to buy it. He was old enough to do it legally. Hell, he was very nearly old enough to drink legally. He’d tried that at Click to read more
There she sits, completely focussed on her work. It’s not all bad though, as a lucky side effect, she allows me to gaze upon her beauty without the worry of our eyes meeting and the awkward moment to follow. Would there be an awkward moment? Maybe I could just smile at her and everything would be okay. Maybe she’d even smile back, sincerely, I mean; they always smile back. Oh, don’t think me a pervert! I sit and stare; I long to do more, but find myself unable. Prufrockian, that’s what they call people like me.
”The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” by TS Elliot, could very well have been written about me… Click to read more
I had no great expectations for my senior year of high school. It was the late 1960’s and I was voluntarily missing out on the ”Love Generation”. I had a close call with the girl I lost my virginity to, she thought she might be pregnant, and I had avoided all girls I might have had a chance with since that memorable night. Not that I wasn’t still attracted to girls and thought about them every waking minute, but I wasn’t going to risk being a daddy before I was ready. I figured I could jerk off until I was twenty-five if I had to do it.
Of course, I was a nerd, or geek, or hippie freak, or any number of names they Click to read more
At home the next day I made a list of all the things I would need to buy in order to make the film. I started with the video equipment, searching the net to find the best deals I could get. I logged onto Which? and checked their reviews of audio-visual recording equipment, and spoke to a couple of experts in shops, all to make sure the equipment I bought would be the best of the best.
Video cameras x 6. I already had my parent’s expensive camcorder, and Anna had one as well, we would only need four others. These cost £400 each though.
20 multipacks of recording tape. 80 tapes in all, for over 120 hours of material. (£80)
Audio recording Click to read more
”Remember,” he used to say, patting my head as I studied at the kitchen table, ”context is everything. Everything you study in school and life is nothing but a collection of meaningless facts unless you know the stories that surround it. Context puts the leaves on trees and the sun in the sky. It is the bad breakfast that re-writes history, the bus ride that inspires relativity, the love that composes sonnets and builds cathedrals. It is the story not the fact that changes the world, the means rather than the end by which it is changed. Context is the story, context is the means.”
Context: it was Dad’s catchphrase, Click to read more
My cock is as hard as it has ever been.
I haven’t had an orgasm in more than a month. The pills … they talked about ”sexual side-effects,” but they never got specific. Understandably so. If they’d said, ”Take these pills regularly and you’ll never have an orgasm again,” how many prescriptions would have been filled?
It’s throbbing. I can feel it. With every heartbeat it pulsates, rubbing against the coarse sheet. I hold my breath for a moment and imagine that I can hear it. Shuf-shuf. Shuf-shuf. Shuf-shuf.
I turn my head and look at the clock. Two thirty. I awoke moments ago from a dream that I can Click to read more
Nicholas Jones and Miriam Naomi had finally gotten married. It was a really beautiful ceremony, and a day for which they had longed for some time. After all, their wedding actually met something. It meant that they could finally consummate their relationship, their vows, their pledge.
Nicholas and Miriam had taken a purity pledge soon after they began dating. Their mutual respect for one another, for the human body, and for the purity of an honest, deep relationship, was one among many values they shared.
They didn’t do drugs. They didn’t drink. They didn’t smoke, and they faithfully avoided filthy, dirty media. They would never Click to read more