Gays and GrandmothersIt took my grandmother about 17 years to get over the fact that I'm gay. Let me explain, I started my journey when I was about 3 years old and she would always complain. "Samantha! Stop touching that girl!" or "Samantha! Did you just ask that 10 year old down the street to be your girl friend?"
She always knew and would always try to change it. So, she would bitch and complain to my mother, "You are the one making her a lesbian. Look at what you dress her in! Boy's clothes? What little straight girl wears boy's clothes and plays with these GI Joes!"
To most Latins anyone wearing the opposite gender's clothing is automatically gay. I feel bad if Eddie Izzard ever comes to Miami. They would just point and call him a fag. So, my grandmother knew long before I came out. She was in her stage of denial and anger by the time I came out. Latins have the five step program. First step is religious and/or cultural anger. "You are going to hell." or "You are the shame of this family!"
EmptyAll these feelings swell up.
I'm just not well.
Everything is overfilling my cup.
I can't remember when I fell.
I say her name,
and I have regrets.
All I've said leaves me in shame.
I owe her too many debts.
I just don't understand.
I don't think I tried.
She took me by my hand.
I think she might have lied.
So many things,
are stuck in my head.
I took off her ring,
and now I feel dead.
On the inside,
I look out.
Me and her collide.
I don't know what it's about.
Everything is just a piece,
of what used to be.
I just need a release.
On that we can agree.
I long for you,
but I know it's in vein.
There is nothing to redo.
We are just inane.
I can let go.
This is my vow,
to look at you through my window.
DNA - Chapter TenChapter Ten: Hunt.
D woke up the next morning looking to the window. The sun was peeking through the blinds. Rays were crawling all over the bed, but Angies body was turned the other way. D rolled over to look at her. Her breathing was slow and steady. D studied her sleeping face for what seemed like hours. Angie started to twitch in her sleep. Her eyes slowly peeled open. Her body twisted around as she looked up at Ds face. She smiled brightly.
Good morning, she greeted.
Good morning, D said with a grin.
This is amazing, Angie said, I never would have thought I would be doing this.
Doing what? D asked her with a confused look on her face.
Well, just everything, she replied, fighting demons, being a super hero! Angie started to laugh. She licked her lips and looked up at D, meeting you.
Im not that special Angie, D said with a slight frown.
It takes more m
HRG - Hogwarts Romance 12Chapter 12:
Holiday at the Burrow
Ron! Come on! The bloody train is going to leave you behind! Ginny yelled into the common room. Ron was dragged his trunk on the floor.
I am going to hate this arent I? Ron grunted.
Youll have time to hate it once we get on the train, come on, Christmas only comes once!
Ron gritted his teeth and walked with his sister to the train. Hermione, Harry and even Luna and Neville were there. Are you lot going to spend the holiday with us? Ron asked.
No, Luna answered, Father wants to take me out this holiday. He says that he needs to see me at least 2 times a year. I wrote him and told him I was going.
Neville shook his head, Sorry Ron.
Its alright, so just us again? Ron asked Hermione and Harry.
Hermione nodded, Of course.
Harry also nodded, Where else would I go?
The boarded the train and found a cabinet. Ron squeezed in