Mickey (Micheal) Jackson

Just wanted to let people know that I changed my story overall i renamed it: The Queen Of Dragons... just an FYI

M!! Could you please answer one of my fricking EMAILS?!?!
          Thank you for your time

If some lives form a perfect circle, other take shape in ways we cannot predict or always understand. Loss has been part of my journey. But it has also shown me what is precious. So has love for which I can only be grateful.”
          ― Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle

Hey, guys, my friend has recently joined. She is a brilliant writer, I believe you guys should follow her, she is working on her first chapter of 'Run wild, Right?' and I believe all of ya who followed me for my lgbt awareness stories and the fact I am gay should follow her as well. She is also struggling with her sexuality so I hope you guys can help me help her with this situation! To find her search @IvyFoxx
          
          ~GAY_PARADE

I told the monster in my closet if he came out of the closet that if he ever came out, that it would make him gay. That takes care of that.
          
          ~Author Unknown

https://www.queerty.com/see-mom-responds-son-says-cant-wait-get-wrecked-hot-64-guy-20191203
          
          
          NOT A QUOTE MUST CHECK OUT, THIS IS SIMILAR TO A CONVERSATION I HAD WITH MY FATHER!!

Everyone in life is going to hurt you, you just have to figure out which people are worth the pain.

“To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.”
           – Bertrand Russell

Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.

“I think she's afraid to even hug me now. It's my fault, but I miss it, Andrew. I miss it so much it aches sometimes, you know?'
          
          I do know. I do know, I want to tell him, but I let him talk. And he does, with a gut-wrenching honesty that tears at my heart.
          
          'I want to be held. Is that so wrong? I want to be held, and stroked. I want to know that someone loves me. I want to feel it on my skin.' He looks at the ceiling and exhales, then meets my eyes again. 'But nobody touches me anymore. Not even when I have a fever. Mom just hands me a thermometer now.' He drops his eyes and his ears redden. 'Even when you kiss me, you don't touch me. It's like I'm a leper or something. I can hardly keep my hands off of you, but it's not the same for you, is it?”
          ― J.H. Trumble, Where You Are