Greetings-
I'm new to the writing world, but I've rapidly become addicted. I'm currently working on a short story collection, and I'm about three-quarters of the way through a novel. I'm here to get some of my work out in front of other writers' eyes, and
As a gay man, the struggle to acheive acceptance in a society currently polluted by bigots hiding behind the shield of "religion" is something I live with every day. Every day, someone judges me based on my sexual orientation. Every day, I live with the fear that one homophobic lunatic will attack and/or kill me because of w... More..
The shell polished, perfect and hollow The facade luminous, dew-kissed and empty The eye drinks the cool liquid from the reflection it puffs up it stands taller drunk on it's vanity but inside, the soul the heart it withers More..
You bring the storm up in me the rage and the pain the heat rising in my face my mouth is a desert my eyes a burning sun can you feel me cutting my with my gaze? I'd like to destroy you, like you destroyed me the thread of light that holds me back makes me not you better than you holds my hands back like a straightjacket More..
Some images are so shocking, so primal, that they burn themselves into your brain. This film, easily one of the ten best films of all time, horror or otherwise, contains several glances at such images. The twisted, grimacing black and white demon that pops onscreen for a fraction of a second at several moments, the infamous ... More..
The questions around what and how homosexuality occurs in the human animal have been swirling in the public arena since the Stonewall riots violently forced the reality of the gay underground into the mainstream media, which up until then had been content to hide, shivering in denial. Pundits on both sides howl at each other... More..
The Fade So much to lose but not enough to hold the feet to open ground I'm waiting and bored When I splash myself across these walls who will wipe my bits my stain It doesn't matter More..
Risen There must be a womb where we come from though He/Him/God would take all the credit She is plain and dune and ocean and full and round we latch to her breast sucking for food for life for the sweetness of her revealed He/Him/God tells us to have none before him what is he so afraid of? the power, in her folds in her ho... More..
Sister of my heart if not of my blood my other half my twin our thoughts so clear we can read them your struggles on my back my secrets in your ear through bad love and good food we are here, still my friend More..
Oh, so you dare show your face here. I should have expected as much. It takes balls of steel to write that kind of a book about your mother, then show up on her doorstep. Oh, yes, I do want to hear your explanation, by all means. I want to know why my only child has shoved me down, kicked me, then spit in my face. Yes, I'd l... More..
Jeni, Claudia and I were partners in crime. Our exploits were legend among the punks, burnouts and losers that made up our social circle. We would drink the most, swear the loudest and barely graze sleep before rising crusty-eyed from wherever we collapsed to do it all again the next day. These were some of the greatest adve... More..
B.D. Bolin
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