(C) 2017, Santino Prinzi
Last week, Mum’s friend Tanya tried to pry my old Barbie from my hands.
“You shouldn’t be playing with that.”
But I didn’t let go.
The same thing happened at school during show-and-tell; Mrs Smyles told me I was supposed to bring in one of my toys and not my sister’s, and I said that I didn’t have a sister. She took away my Barbie, but Mum got it back for me when she collected me at home time. Mum made me wait outside the headmaster’s office while she yelled at him a lot.
“What are you doIng?”
Mum walked into the living-room, her eyes-wide and eyebrows raised high. She looked at Tanya the way she looks at me when I’ve done something naughty.
Tanya gave my Barbie another hard tug. My Barbie’s arm snapped out of its socket and I fell down. My Barbie and…
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E’ la storia che ritorna, quella che in tanti non conoscono e che citano spesso a sproposito. La storia di una persecuzione fatta di arresti, torture, violenze sistematiche, campi di concentramento. Le notizie che giungono dalla Cecenia sulla violenza alle persone omosessuali ci riportano al periodo fascista, così dannatamente simile nell’avversione e nella stupida convinzione che l’omosessualità si possa estirpare.
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(c) 2017, V.S.Santoni.
Okay, I’ll admit it. I had a few drinks; I’m never that brave unless I have at least a couple. Well, anyway, I was sitting at the bar while the band was playing this slow, dreamy song, and then I saw him. Now, I’ve seen a lot of good looking guys, even dated a few, but this one– he was gorgeous. The mist from the fog machine was seeping out onto the floor, and he was standing in it like a mysterious god, sipping his beer and nodding his head to the music. He had olive skin, a slick undercut, and scruff all around his face.
I’m normally a timid guy, but I saw him, standing there while wagging his head to the music, and I wanted to talk to him. I’m lying. I wanted to do more than talk to him. I inched toward him…
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Vidyut Jamwal, actor in Bollywood
Here is the third part of the response to the request of the blog’s viewers who like to see more Indian Hunks , they are still 34% to express this will.
The post will share more about the gaylife in India throughout the interview of Parmesh Shahani, and for the rest the post will propose a lot of new Indian Hunks pictures .
For the ones who would like to read the two first parts of Parmesh Shahani interview they have just to check at the end of the post and click on the proposed links.
The interview with Parmesh Shahani which was first published in the Henry Jenkins ‘ blog in 2008. (source:Confessions of an Aca-Fan).
Sexy Inder Bajwa, Indian Hunk
INTERVIEW OF PARMESH SHAHANI BY H. JENKINS (Part III)
Question: How are shifts in the status of gay…
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I thought I’d better post this before it’s time for my March reviews (coming soon, of course).
Whilst sharing my monthly reviews with you I’ve been wondering what makes me really love some books. I often read books, even those written by friends, which are fine – no criticism – but which don’t attract my five star rating. Not because they’re badly written. Not because there’s anything wrong with them. Because they aren’t exactly right for me. So what is?
To begin with, my five star book has to have impeccable grammar. If the writer uses things like fragmented sentences they have to know what they’re doing and break the rules carefully, showing quite clearly that they know the rules in the first place and are breaking them for special effects. I can easily be ‘thrown’ by dangling participles for example, though I usually have no objection to prepositions…
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