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In my late twenties and early thirties, I often spent weekend nights, and even some weekdays, attending house and techno music events. We called them 'parties' but they weren't anything like the truth-or-dare, semi-supervised gatherings of our youth. They were "underground", in vacant, concrete warehouses. And there were no parents in sight. It all centered around a driving, thumping kick drum that pounded at your core. Everybody in the room felt it, and either it moved you or it didn't. There was no singing along; there was no chit-chat or lighters in the air. The intention was something more than just social; it was spiritual. It was a place to find a part of yourself, perhaps a shadow, or perhaps a beacon of light--a part of you which, maybe, didn't have a space to breathe anywhere else. At least, that was my experience. Others were not so serious about it. And more power to them. But this story is about me...and my repressed needs that were finally m

NOTE: All characters in this story are 18 years old in high school. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I entered the mall bathroom shakily. I knew what I came to do, but I was nervous to do it. There was someone in the first stall, so I went to the one at the end. There was someone in front of it peeing at the urinals, but I didn't pay them any attention. I went in and locked the door. The dividers between the stalls were small, and the bottom part was high enough you could go between stalls comfortably. The top of the stall was also pretty low, so if I stood on my tip toes I could see who was next to me. I knew him from my school, saw him sometimes in the hallways. He's a jock, one of the "popular guys". I think I had a class with him. It doesn't matter. He told me to come here, and I did. What mattered to me was what was going to happen here, something I'd always dreamed of. I knew he wasn't doing

This is the sixth in the series of stories about Jack's relation with the Barron family. It would probably help to read at least the two previous ones, but I think the story can also be enjoyed on its own. Copyright the author. The wake for Viola Barron was a thoroughly Barron family affair. Peggy Barron, Viola's great granddaughter and now the matriarch of the house, had spent the day preparing plates of party food: boiled shrimp, fresh marinated anchovies, squid salad, little triangles of spanakopita, and varied crudités, chips, salsas, and dips. All four generations of Barron women were there: Viola's daughter Thelma, who had flown in from England; her granddaughter Ruth, who had flown in from the university back east that had recruited her to a prestigious professorship almost 20 years ago; Peggy, now the matriarch of the household; and Peggy's 19-year-old daughter Mimi, who was setting off in a few days for her sophomore year in college. Also in attendance were J

This all started three years ago when I met Cindy Junior year of undergrad at Ohio State. I'm Blake. We're both from Orange, Texas. We both knew some of the same people back home, and they knew we went to school together, so after being nudged by relatives and friends on both sides we started dating. She's beautiful, funny, and I love everything about her. Senior year everything was going so well, I decided to pop the question. She said yes. And that's where everything started leading me to this point. I didn't have any ideas about the wedding... decorations, venue, etc. Instead I left it all to Cindy, her best friends, and her bitch of a mother. Cindy and her BFF fag Chad, who would awkwardly service as her maid of honor, (more on that later) basically did everything. It became apparent that they were planning a much larger, more expensive wedding than I'd assumed, or that we could afford for that matter. I mean, with graduation coming, I thought it would'

It was definitely time for this vacation. I hadn't taken one in almost four years. I spent most of that time driving from one wind turbine farm to another, each day climbing the nearly five hundred foot tall towers to repair and service the electronics and generators on top of the hollow towers. It was terrific money, and I was NEVER out of work. In fact, that was the reason I was no longer married. My ex wanted someone that could not only provide the standard of living I was giving her, but also be there to share it. In the end, she found someone else to share the considerable amount of money she was getting each week from my paycheck. I didn't even bother to have a house any longer. When I was "home" I stayed in a motel, with most of my belongings, the things she didn't take in the divorce, stored in a storage locker. I mean, why bother with a house if I'm on the road weeks at a time? I guess it isn't the best way to live life, going from one hotel to

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