Do you know anyone with a crippling, morbid fear of flying? Well, you do now. I have a theory: An event one spring day in the town cemetery at the dawn of my existence had everything to do with planting a stark view of life and death which led, eventually, to a profound mistrust of infernal contraptions that carried you up into the sky. Because of that profound mistrust, vast portions of my prime were spent (and misspent) on long journeys aboard trains. A trip that would have been a blip in time by plane was an entirely different deal on the train—days and nights, not hours. Veritable miniature eternities. This led to encounters, adventures, dilemmas and situations that could only happen on a train—and not merely because of the train’s comparative slowness, but because train people are an entirely different breed of human from airplane people (or bus people, for that matter, and that’s another story). Trains are so....well....so existential. This stark view of life and death, which also had plenty to do with me lobbying my mother (in vain) to get busy on building a fallout shelter in our basement, had some stiff opposition. To be an American child in the 50s was to open one’s innocent eyes on the post-WW2 decade, an era jumping with progress,plenitude, dazzling crazed optimism and fun. Nightmare glimpses of atrocities from that big bad war we missed by the skin of our teeth bobbed to the surface occasionally, sobering us and reminding us of our aberrant good luck, and in my case, whispering that innocence was but a thin, thin membrane, that this world I’d been born into was a seething, infinitely complicated place, and I’d better pay attention. But let’s have some fun! Here we go, with Bad Boys. What’s rock ‘n’ roll but the shot heard ‘round the world?

Thoughts of a gay boy who is not out. Whether this is my autobiography or my journal, the world may never effing know. (Contains sad, happy, and mad thoughts/content so beware lol)

I spend most of my time writing love stories about others, but never have I shared a love story of my own. A memoir about how I came to know my best friend, my biggest fan, lover, and father of my expectant child.

“Like the howl of an accordion—half sorrow and half joy, wondrous and exquisite—these stories squeezed my heart.” —Sandra Cisneros, author of "The House on Mango Street" * In "Once More to the River," Erasmo Guerra writes a moving account of his boyhood on the Texas-Mexico border. An award-winning novelist and journalist, Guerra explores present-day political and cultural realities, and recounts the shattering loss his family suffered when his teenage sister was murdered. Told with lyrical prose and a reporter’s ear for the “Tex-Mex” language of the region, these stories capture the voices of South Texas. By turns humorous and haunting, powerful and tender, this collection is an intensely personal chronicle of tragedy and the triumph of survival.

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐀 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 For bipolar fifteen-year-old Aaron, growing up in '90s Dublin, being gay is a choice. It is a choice between risking alienation from his conservative Catholic family and close-minded friends or drowning under the weight of his secrets. So discovering he is falling in love with his witty, bi-racial best friend, Robbie, an aspiring actor, plunges Aaron into a sea of confusion. Swimming against the tide of expectations, the young men set a course through sex, drugs and Bowie concerts, an outlet from a world that doesn't understand them. But weighted under the pressure of maintaining a double life, Aaron sinks into a deep depression. When a shocking incident puts his life in perspective, Aaron must decide whether staying silent and invisible is worth losing the only love he has ever known for. 𝗙𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀: @nonfiction (Memoirs/Sex, love and relationships/ Mental Health and Awareness/ Self-discovery) @DangerousLove (Hot Nerds, Rockstars & Musicians) @AmbassadorsUK (Very British Teens) @Romance (Young Love) @YA (Love, Actually) @beauty (Feel Good Stories) @GeneralFiction (Freestyle Fiction-Miscellaneous/ Finding Love-Romance) @PsychologicalNovel (Triggering Romance) @ProfileMentalHealth (Self Love) @NA (Let Me Share The Truth) @YARomance (A Diary of Everything) @TeenFiction (Teen Featured) @HistoricalFiction (Decade Fiction) @BullyingPrevention (LGBTQIAP+ Pride) @ComeSitWithUs (LGBTQIAP+ I Am Who I Am) @wattpadfriendsandfamily (Always with you) @FreeTheLGBT (Coming of Age)

People say improv is life and visa/versa & YESAND. Actor, comedian, writer and improviser Shaun Landry tells of her life as an African American Improvisational Actor. Filled with lots of improvised and completely planned moments. A life filled with Joyous YESAND Bittersweet Maybe's And heart turning No's. [The story you are about to read is intended for mature readers due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.]

A bitter-sweet tragi-comedy recalling the first year of a gay couple in a Muslim land. Polari First Book Prize 2011: Top Ten Perking the Pansies, Jack Scott's award winning, best-selling debut book is available in paperback and as an ebook from all usual retailers. Signed copies are available direct from the author. Sequel released in 2015 on Springtime Books - Turkey Street, Jack and Liam move to Bodrum. For more information check out http://www.jackscott.info

This is a true story of hurt and redemption following my partner's funeral. The names of everyone have been changed, except for my name and Walter's. I do this out of deep love and respect. This is our story.