These are the dreams and thoughts that reflect the author's view of being gay. The stories within are all fictional and are either written by the author or are highly acclaimed by him. If homosexuality or anything connected to it bothers you or you are under the age to be reading erotic works, then you should leave now.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Skater Boy Riley
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Friday, February 18, 2011
Tapping the Pencil
Note to readers of my blog: I want your feedback. Also, I want to see anything you might be working on. Or if you have any artistic things that you want to share, then send me a message to let me know. I'm open to looking at anything that can open more people up to the world of art.
Next, I need help with an idea I have. I want to know what things you guys did with your fathers when you were kids. Happy memories. It would really help me with what I'm working on. Thanks!
Next, I need help with an idea I have. I want to know what things you guys did with your fathers when you were kids. Happy memories. It would really help me with what I'm working on. Thanks!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
I Wanna Fly, I Wanna Drive, I Wanna Go
Question:Where are all the guys that want to be in a relationship with someone? Why can I find an easy hook-up on any site on the net, but when it comes to finding a guy who wants to be in a committed relationship, there is no one?
Problem:
I mean, I want to prove to people that gay people aren't just promiscuous people. But more and more, it's hard for me to feel like that is true. Go to any gay site.
"Wanna hook up?"
"Top"
"Bottom"
"Have a boyfriend, but want something on the side."
So much other filth.

Not that I'm completely clean of hook-ups, but when we have Pride, are we really proud of all the hook-ups we've had? Do we get badges for the most guys we've fucked or had fuck us? No no.
Wonder:
Why do we want to hook-up so much?
Idea:
Many people are worried about their looks or think they are too old, so they don't think they can get a relationship, so they think maybe they should just hook-up.
Others think they are so hott that they deserve hook-ups all the time.
YES I KNOW:
Sex is hott and fun. But if we relax a bit, maybe we could have that with someone special. Isn't that the best sex.
Can we all see if we can change this?
For fun! Here are my types:
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| Pretty Boy |
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| Geek (charming) |
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| Skater Boy |
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| Band Boy (Could Also be Geek) |
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| Boy in the Band (Not Geek) |
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| Sexy Guy |
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| Not a Type, but Love Braces |
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| Emo |
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| Jocks |
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Interpretation
This is based off a real event in my life, but is totally a fictional version of it. You see, I tend to eavesdrop often. Maybe too much. It's just a part of studying the people around me. And I love studying the people around me because all people are so interesting. Yes, quite a few scare me, but that doesn't make them any less interesting. Also, there is this game I play where I pick people out and start to create stories for them. Take a restaurant setting, for instance, there are plenty of people to pick from. So, you would just start with a table close to you that has a younger boy and girl sitting at it, decide what date number they are on and how into each other they are. And move on to the next. Get it?
This story, however, takes place at Barns & Nobel (you know, book store).
It was a mildly chilly December day. Not so bad as most can be. My girl friend and I took a trip to a larger town and went to the Barns & Nobel to brush up on our selections of Teen, Fiction, Gay & Lesbian, etc sections that we tend to visit. On this particular day, we had a bit of time to kill before going to see a later movie. So, we were in the book store for a bit too long. As time passed and we finished our normal sections, we ventured into the Humor section. I diligently handed my friend a creative cursing book that I had read before and picked up a humor book of my own liking to check out.
Nearby was a teenage boy and girl, looking at a couple of books and sitting in chairs. Mostly they were chatting and texting. So, like a good eavesdropper, I started to listen in on their conversation. They weren't all that loud, so I didn't catch too much. So, I have to fill in some blanks.
Michelle rolls her eyes at the boy that is giving her a flirty look. "I'm tired of you two always leading me on."
My ears perk up. Two?
Thomas laughs a bit. "You know, he and I are going to the dance together. You should come with us. Michael is driving us over there."
Michael is Thomas's boyfriend's supportive brother, who knows he has to help his brother connect with his love because their evil parents are not cool with his recent coming out at a bisexual.
About that time, a Glee song starts belting out. Damn that Rachel Barry. Michelle grabs her phone, a bit flushed up because she is in a store that you should be quieter in. She checks the name on the phone and answers. "Hello, we were just talking about you." She listens, then huffs. "Yes, you can talk to him."
"Hello?" Thomas asks. He sit for a second to figure out who is talking to him because he didn't look at the caller ID. "HEY BABY!"

There's a very long pause and some muffled I love yous.
"Yes! We totally need to get Michelle to go with us, don't you think."
She mutters under her breath about how she doesn't feel right with them both wanting to date her while they are dating each other.
Then it starts to get dramatic. "I don't care what she thinks, we aren't taking that bitch with us too. The three of us can have a good time alone."
Tears come to Thomas's eyes. "I'm sorry, baby." He hangs up and hands the phone back to Michelle.

My friend then pulls me away before I can come to the dramatic conclusion. But I can only imagine how the snowball dance goes from there. The three of them going together. Each making out on the dance floor. Everyone else too flabbergasted by their display that they don't know what to say, until a teacher comes up and tells them to knock it off. Then, they all go back to Thomas's house and have a good time alone...
This story, however, takes place at Barns & Nobel (you know, book store).
It was a mildly chilly December day. Not so bad as most can be. My girl friend and I took a trip to a larger town and went to the Barns & Nobel to brush up on our selections of Teen, Fiction, Gay & Lesbian, etc sections that we tend to visit. On this particular day, we had a bit of time to kill before going to see a later movie. So, we were in the book store for a bit too long. As time passed and we finished our normal sections, we ventured into the Humor section. I diligently handed my friend a creative cursing book that I had read before and picked up a humor book of my own liking to check out.
Nearby was a teenage boy and girl, looking at a couple of books and sitting in chairs. Mostly they were chatting and texting. So, like a good eavesdropper, I started to listen in on their conversation. They weren't all that loud, so I didn't catch too much. So, I have to fill in some blanks.Michelle rolls her eyes at the boy that is giving her a flirty look. "I'm tired of you two always leading me on."
My ears perk up. Two?
Thomas laughs a bit. "You know, he and I are going to the dance together. You should come with us. Michael is driving us over there."
Michael is Thomas's boyfriend's supportive brother, who knows he has to help his brother connect with his love because their evil parents are not cool with his recent coming out at a bisexual.About that time, a Glee song starts belting out. Damn that Rachel Barry. Michelle grabs her phone, a bit flushed up because she is in a store that you should be quieter in. She checks the name on the phone and answers. "Hello, we were just talking about you." She listens, then huffs. "Yes, you can talk to him."
"Hello?" Thomas asks. He sit for a second to figure out who is talking to him because he didn't look at the caller ID. "HEY BABY!"

There's a very long pause and some muffled I love yous.
"Yes! We totally need to get Michelle to go with us, don't you think."
She mutters under her breath about how she doesn't feel right with them both wanting to date her while they are dating each other.
Then it starts to get dramatic. "I don't care what she thinks, we aren't taking that bitch with us too. The three of us can have a good time alone."
Tears come to Thomas's eyes. "I'm sorry, baby." He hangs up and hands the phone back to Michelle.

My friend then pulls me away before I can come to the dramatic conclusion. But I can only imagine how the snowball dance goes from there. The three of them going together. Each making out on the dance floor. Everyone else too flabbergasted by their display that they don't know what to say, until a teacher comes up and tells them to knock it off. Then, they all go back to Thomas's house and have a good time alone...
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Taken From Milkboys Blog
…thinks a seven-year-old who has donated $140 to the Los Angeles Gay and Lesbian Center and the Human Rights Campaign Foundation (HRC) because he doesn’t think it’s right for gay people not to be treated equally. Malcolm was given $140 by his parents to donate to the charity of his choice. He chose to split the money between the gay centre and the HRC. The cheque was accompanied by a hand written note that read: “I am sending you this money because I don’t think it’s fair that Gay people are not treated equally.”

A note from the boy’s mother said: “To teach the importance of improving the world around him, Malcolm was given $140 to give away to the charity of his choice. After hearing a story on the radio about the mistreatment of gays and lesbians, Malcolm became both upset and curious about the issue… to help, he chose to split his money between the L.A. Gay & Lesbian Center and the Human Rights Campaign Foundation.” [via PinkNews]
Thursday, February 10, 2011
To Straight Guys
Okay, so I totally know there probably are not any straight guys who are reading homoblog DTS.
However, I still feel, perhaps, it might be worth saying what I feel like saying anyway. These days, a lot of girls have their gays. It's just a thing now. They like them to go shopping with them. The gays are their to help them with guy problems. We know because we are guys. Girls don't even have to be hags anymore to have their gays. It's almost as rare as seeing a panther in the USA that a girl is unknowledgeable of any gays. Unfortunately, those are usually the high-brow church girls or ones that were stuck under a rock for eighteen years of their lives. (Sorry parents, but you got to let your angels out of their cages so they can experience things.)Anyway. It only seems logical that straight guys should have a gay too. Lets face it, straight boys, unless you are totally metro or have some kind of gay tendencies to you, often-times, you don't know how to dress. Although, I do appreciate you showing us your boxers
when you sag--which is how I know you are straight--it's only gay guys that peek at your undies. Well, maybe a few pre-teen girls do as well, but they don't know any better. Hell, they don't even know a gay guy when they see one. (Young girls are so darling when they swoon over me, making me feel all fuzzy inside.)Sorry for getting off topic so much.
Secondly! Straight guys need MAJOR help with girls. I mean, for real. There are all these books out that try to help with the difference, but probably about 75% of the people that read them are women. About 20% is the desperate geeky guys (turn to the gay side, you're too cute for girls anyway!). The other 5% is probably gay guys and tools that are looking for something fun or are in such deep, boiling water, they have no way out. The fact is, it is MUCH easier for straight guys to ask a gay guy. We all know that working hard for something isn't in too many straight guy's desires. Especially when it's not something they want to do. (Not trying to be offencive, just being honest.) But seriously, a gay guy gets women--strange how we understand both, huh?. They slip us their little secrets. So, straight guys, don't beat up the gays, let them help you.
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