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Love's Grip
Before I get into this "Love story" of sorts, let me explain something. My style of writing is a bit different from your average Joe. I like to leave things open for interpretation and allow the readers to take the message they need from my works. Sometimes I will draw a few things or paint something that helps better portray the emotion of the story, so all the artwork you see, is all original, and created for the soul superpose of portraying emotion in a way that words can't. Hope you all enjoy my first post!
By Tyler Reed8 years ago in Humans
How to Deal with Cheating. Top Story - December 2017.
Having been in multiple relationships, (tqo — it still counts) as per is the norm for a young man, I know both how lovely and stressful relationships can be. Yet the logic is that if the person is worth working for, then you work to make things work, right? Yet, you're not reading this because you're trying to make things work. Odds are you couldn't make things work, or your significant other took a flamethrower to things and burnt up anything that could be salvaged by cheating. My condolences. Now, let's talk about how you can get on the road to feeling better.
By Jacob Harold8 years ago in Humans
Painting a Mirror
I dip the palm of my hand gently into the tray of cool, sticky paint, my hand picking up a few different colors as it presses down on the tray. The pain is such a relieving feeling against my hand that was hot and sweaty from feeling so nervous. I can feel my arms tremble a little and my breath becomes faster, shallow and shaky. I lift my hand and look at the imprint it made in the paint; small and imperfect and most definitely mine. A small breeze makes its way to me through the small screen door in front of me on the patio. It makes the only other noise aside from my frantically beating heart. My mind is racing but I can't think of anything to say. I know I should just turn around and do it but I have no excuse to, none aside from my intense desire to. Maybe if I turn around I'll find some inspiration to...to do what? I feel like the paint is sliding off of my hand, beginning to dry and become useless. It's been so long just standing here, panicking. Do I turn around or would it be a waste of time? I should just run out of that screen door, out into the field of tall grass and just disappear. As I'm standing, preparing to run and yet wanting to stay, whether or not I escape to the vast and unsure world beyond the screen door is decided for me. It's uncomfortably warm and humid but yet the warmth of your hand on my bare shoulder is comforting; gently guiding my body towards you without turning around. My breaths deepen and my heart quickens with every inch that my feet move me farther away from the door. Then, suddenly, your hand disappears and my heart sinks. My face flushes and I want so badly to sprint out of the patio door and not look back but instead I turn, finally, to see where you have gone. As I wheel around, my sticky, colorful hand reaches out and, in my haste, finds itself pressed on your bare chest. The blue and silver of your eyes dulls the brilliance of the blue paint smeared just over your heart in the shape of my slender hand. Air catches in my chest, my body seems frozen in ice and yet my cheeks flush with heat. The gentle touch of your hand on my cheek melts my frozen muscles and the paint on your fingertips cools my flushed cheeks. I feel the cool streaks of blue and silver left on my cheek and reach up to touch your face where you had touched mine. Feeling your skin on min again sends a rush of red to to my head. Both of us are slow but eager to reach and grab for more. I take a breath to speak but your lips reach mine before words can and suddenly the world becomes more vast than the field outside or the sky above it, yet it only consists of your lips, your breath, your hands and our heat. That was the day I learned to love, by seeing me in you.
By Angelena Petcheck8 years ago in Humans
Love
I unload the last box into my new home. I can’t believe I own my own home. It is a cute one bedroom house in the upper north end of Chicago. I spent all of my high school career saving money and thus was able to buy it outright. I landed a job as a junior editor for a newspaper in Chicago. My excellent test scores, awards, and publishing my works online throughout high school paid off. I am the youngest employee in my office by far, at just eighteen-years-old. As I carry the last box inside, I notice a truck with a trailer full of boxes has pulled up in the driveway of the house beside mine. I decide to set my last box inside and ask if they need any help.
By Malorie Anderson8 years ago in Humans
5 Red Flags You're in an Abusive Relationship
Most of the time, people don't notice the signs of abuse in their relationship. Or, they see it, but are in denial about it and they need some kind of wake-up call. If you're suspicious, or feel like you need that call, these points could help you determine whether or not you're in a partnership you need to get out of.
By Savana Verret8 years ago in Humans
Truth and Gender Dysphoria
It was just yesterday, a peculiarly rainy day for mid-December on the prairies, when my father and I got back on our oh-so-familiar debate of the transgender movement. My father, being the conservative correctional officer that he is, never fails to voice his opinion that there exist only 2 genders; he seems to be rather unconsciously offended by the transgender movement and hence asked me how their could be any truth in it. How it is that a female could identify as a male? She clearly has female sex organs, not male, and that is the truth. The truths as we now know it, at least.
By Little Wanderer8 years ago in Humans
Heart Breaking June
6/21/16 A man can either make you feel on top of the world, like you are floating on cloud 9, or like you can't do anything that's worthy of their love. So low to the ground that even the car you're driving runs you over. Well, at least that has been my experience with them. Even from the very first to have entered my life at it's conception. Not one has ever made me to feel worthy of any love that they had to give. I wonder if that's why I never really accepted the love, if any at all was even given.
By Simone Boss8 years ago in Humans
Rejecting the Third Way
The church has not been kind to queer folk throughout most of Christian history. It has been clear to most queer people that they are not welcome in most churches if they wish to maintain the dignity of their sexual orientation. Within the last few decades, though, things have changed a bit, especially in mainline Protestant denominations such as the United Church of Christ, the Episcopal Church USA, the Presbyterian Church USA, the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, and a few others. These days, a queer Christian typically has one of three choices: remain in a fundamentalist, homophobic church, join an affirming mainline church, or leave Christianity altogether for a more affirming faith tradition or atheism.
By Daniel Payne8 years ago in Humans
An Overactive Mind: Relationship Kryptonite
When a well educated professional who respects the women and men around him tries to form relationships, he limits himself to being analogous with the stereotypical “good guy.” When he puts himself out there, its often really out there and it’s quiet off-putting. Now combine that with the mentality that everything that a man says must represent some sort of societal masculine power fetish, and you’ve basically got the set up to an entire generation of men who suffer from anxiety and poor self image.
By Taylor Bird8 years ago in Humans
10 Things To Never Say To Twenty-Somethings
For the last three years of my college life, I’ve played victim to an uncreative chasm of questions geared at family gatherings, friend dinners, bridal showers, you name it, all of which come with stock answers. When you see people you haven’t for awhile, you can almost feel the follow-up before it happens. A lighthearted hug, the chipper “how are you doing?” met by the almost-always “good,” and then: the procession.
By Addison Haïtz8 years ago in Humans
Why the Magical Woman With the Deepest Love Is All Alone...
Why is that magical woman with the deepest love always overlooked and all alone? She doesn’t have time to play games with your mind and heart. She will be straightforward concerning her desires. She will be expressive and communicative about the connection you share and the feelings she feels. Her lover must be restless with the confines of game playing. Her lover must be open.
By Ramona Arrington8 years ago in Humans
