Jem…Chapter 39

Chapter 39

*Adam…

It’s been a good week, better than I thought. I’m getting used to this Mike asshole. Okay he wants to play around and do these little power games then fine. I get it he’s the Mounties kid, part time student the “Bad boy cop” thing.

And he’s hooked up with Jason.

What if emotion were colors?
What if a tear could turn your whole body blue?

What if a smile could turn you yellow?
And a laugh into pink?

What if lonely was a deep purple?
And hopeless was grey?

Joy could be gold,
And green would be apathy.

I wonder, then, would people still ignore it?
Would they be able to ignore depression?

Jem…Chapter 38

Chapter 38

I get into the house and hold the door open to the guys as they came with us and they are acting as roadies for us and ferrying all the stuff in from the vehicles and I tell them where to set the stuff.

Rayne actually comes out of the kitchen having been one of the first people in the house and she made coffee even this late and she has some of the cookies that I made out on a plate for them.

She’s got a nice smile on too doing this which is nice to see. I smile myself getting maybe a glance at the pre-gothy, pre-Summer girl she used to be.

Chapter IV - Getting Ready For The Dance

Mother was standing there taking this all in, and when Paul called me a beautiful woman, mother just had to interject. "Paul that was a very beautiful compliment that you just gave Jean. I know you have been friends for a long time, but what I want to know is, if it came right down to it, would you make Jean your wife?"

What a good boy…Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Clothes make the man right?

No, not really. But having cooler clothes does seem to have set some of the assholes I’ve been dealing with back a half step or something. I haven’t been as abused verbally today. Looked at a lot but only the few real world classed assholes yelled stuff at me.

Chapter III - The Pledge

I went up to my room, and my roommate was just getting ready to go out. She looked absolutely stunning, and I couldn't help but remark out loud, what I had been thinking.

"You're very beautiful. I wish I could look that good."

Understanding Rachel Part 6

Rachel bounced into her living room, finding herself giggling at every turn. Bit by bit, it was really coming together. Soon, she would be totally “out” with the last person who mattered in her life - her daughter Sally.

She’d been carefully broaching the subject of gender with her daughter, slowly building up the idea that some people are born in the wrong body, and need to get that fixed, and that Sally’s dad was one of those.

That Rachel was her true self.

The Ballet Dancer

Fiction by Johnny Cumlately.

This brief biography is based on a diary discovered in the archives of the Russian National Ballet.

Boris was born on 30th April 1958 in Moscow in Soviet Russia and even when very young, his parents took him to see the Bolshoi Ballet. It was not surprising, therefore, that he soon declared that when he grew up, he wanted to be a ballet dancer. He did well at school and later won himself a place in the prestigious Bolshoi Academy.