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Let's Jam 5: Golden Grahams and TearsI am with you always from the darkness of night until the morningLet's Jam 5: Golden Grahams and Tears by Garrison-Kelly
I am with you always from life until death takes me
When I see you now, I wonder how I could have watched you walk away
If I let you down, please forgive me for that beautiful goodbye
I want to know what love is, but it seems to come with so much pain
If no one wants to show me, it seems easier just to run away
If I could, I’d fly away and talk to the angels and beg them to please let me stay
‘Cause heaven, no heaven, I’ll never see, what can I do to bring you back to me?
Now that I have found you in the cooth of your evening smile
The shade of your parasol and your love flows through me
My heart beats pain ever since that day
Life’s taken you away, but one day I will be with you again
I’m planning my release, tonight I’ll speak the words I
Never thought I’d ever have to say to you
When I see your face, my heart cries out for you
I guess that fools never learn how to fall out of
Open Letter to WSSHey, everybody. I’m writing tonight because I want you all to know that writing stories for the WSS has been tons of fun and I wouldn’t take any of it back. The warm and fuzzy feedback was always appreciated. Not only did I learn a lot about my own stories, but I was encouraged to keep going with every passing week. Over the course of my membership, I’ve written 23 stories altogether. Lots of good memories come from those stories.Open Letter to WSS by Garrison-Kelly
You’ve read this far into my open letter and are probably wondering if any of this lip service is coming with a caveat. It is. As of tonight, I’m no longer writing short stories for this group. I’ll still be here in other capacities (critiquing, reading, games, my folder, etc.), just not in the weekly contests.
I don’t want you all to feel like my decision is your fault. On the contrary, you guys have been wonderful. I made lots of friends here and I’ve gotten great advice on my work. The real contributors to my
An American society is one where a man putting a hand on another man’s shoulder is considered “gay”, where backrubs leave the recipient wondering where the “happy ending” is, and where hugs are always considered awkward moments whenever they happen between people who barely know each other. It’s an unfortunate part of living in an uptight society, but it’s one we’ve always had.
You want to know my personal feelings on physical contact? As long as it isn’t violent or sexual, I’m not only okay with it, but I welcome it. Clean physical contact can be very comforting during stressful situations. It doesn’t take much, just a hair fuzzle, a soft hand on my back, or a gentle squeeze of my shoulder. Even if it was a complete stranger doing these things to me, I would find it peaceful.
I had a multi-genre writing professor at WWU named Carlos Martinez. He’s incredibly pleasant to be around even when he’s upset and he makes life easy for his students by not overloading them with stressful homework. Whenever he put his hand on my shoulder or upper back, I didn’t feel the least bit threatened. In fact, during a time when I was extremely fearful of constructive criticism, that little moment of clean physical contact was enough to put me at ease.
As far as shoulder rubs go, I’m all for them. Sometimes when I’m downstairs, I trade backrubs with my mom even though they only last for a short while (because of our hand durability). Does this mean I have a Freudian slip for my own Baby Boomer mother? Not only no, but hell no. I’ve even received backrubs from my own brother James. Does this make me an incestuous homosexual? Not even close. It’s a therapeutic experience we should all have someday. You want to know how far I would go with this? If Jeffrey Dahmer rose from the dead and massaged my back and shoulders, I would make zero attempts at escaping. Too extreme of an example? Well, that’s how I like things: too extreme and too soon.
I realize not everybody shares my liberal attitude when it comes to physical contact. There are people out there who don’t want to be touched at all, either because they’re anticipating sexual assault or have been sexually assaulted before. That’s why you should always make it a point to be careful around these people. There might be an instance where a finger poke could land you in the sex offender system. It can be ridiculous at times, but it’s still important to respect those boundaries. I always hope to myself that Carlos is still working at WWU and didn’t get in trouble for his clean touching. It would make me sad to hear about him losing his job or his freedom because of it. He was a damned good professor.
Where do you all stand on physical contact? Do you keep a tight barrier around yourself or do you let a few people in every once and a while? We’ve got ears, say cheers!
After editing the hell out of Going Berserk, Heaven, and Hell in a Shell (I swear those biblical references are an accident), I only have three more chapters to touch up before American Darkness is ready for publication on Smash Words. The first one is a college berserk story called I Hate School. The second one is an erotic memoir called I’ll Be Your Man. The third one will be my most intimidating project since it stands at 11 pages long. The piece is called It’s Just a Story and focuses on a potentially sexist romance author named Lawrence Moody. There just might be a light at the end of the tunnel for me after all.
The next post that will grace my blog is in the couples category and is about Matt Hardy and Lita, who were both legitimate and kayfabe lovers while working in the WWE. When Lita had an affair with Edge, that’s when things spiraled out of control for all three people. The WWE became like Cheaters on steroids. Actually, it’s not nice to use a steroid reference when talking about the WWE.
***WRESTLING DIALOGUE OF THE DAY***
THE MIZ: I’ve got one question for you, DX: are you fifty?
JOHN MORRISON: I said! Are! You! Fifty?!