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C'EST LA PATRONNE
Le rêve est mort. L'écriture était ma passion, mais cela n'a jamais servi à rien. La réalité a une mauvaise façon de vous rattraper, déchiquetant vos désirs dans son sillage. Ce cycle d'épargne et de vie de ces économies s'est progressivement révélé intenable et maintenant, à ving... Read full Story
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LES ÂMES PERDUES ⚧️ ⚧️
Le lycée est un endroit compliqué avec différents groupes de personnes qui luttent pour trouver leur chemin dans le monde. Qu'il s'agisse d'étudiants de première année qui viennent d'emménager dans un nouvel endroit inconnu et effrayant, ou de seniors qui sont maintenant de jeunes ad... Read full Story
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Looking-Glass Ladyboy
I was taking a walk to stay--all right; I'll admit it--to get in shape, when I saw the "Going Out of Business" sign in the second-hand furniture store a block north of my condo. I wasn't in the market for anything, new or used, but I can't resist a bargain, and what was better for finding ... Read full Story
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Aunt trip
In 2013, after almost three years of service in Afghanistan, George Madsen, a gay Royal Navy communications petty officer, retired. His experience in the distant deserts had left an indelible mark, the memories of friends lost and challenges faced still burned vividly in his mind. Coming home was n... Read full Story
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Nylon teasers
They came into the video store where I worked as a clerk. Almost every day. Teasers. Both of them. What made it both great and terrible for me was that it fed my deepest fetish -- stockings -- as it denied me any fulfillment other than frequent and frantic "self-gratification."... Read full Story
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A Game within a Game Part 1
Epilogue Rob came home from work. His wife Jenny was waiting for him. In her hands she held a letter. Jenny said: "We received this letter today. It is sad news from Marion S. We have met her and her husband John a few times - do you remember? John has had a car accident while driving fas... Read full Story
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Cincinnati Apocalypse Part 4
The problem with Americans-one of the many, anyway-Giles thought, was that they had too much of everything, including too much money and too much time on their hands. What else could explain the vulgar extravagance of a place like Disneyland? The staff at the entrance turnstiles-guards, really, t... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 14
For me, my hometown, L.A., is not the sexy, sweaty night clubs of West Hollywood nor the porn scene of the North Valley. Though I feel more at home there, that side of L.A. is not my home but rather the world into which my transsexual destiny exiled me. Home is the leafy, moneyed boulevards and s... Read full Story
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Being Barbi's Bitch
After ten wasted years of foolishly trusting in love to 'cure' me of my femininity, I had only just begun to re-embrace the sissy inside me when something made me reach out to an old friend. What made me do it, I really don't know. Although I was once again revelling in even the smallest aspects of ... Read full Story
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Just One of Those Days
Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Amanda, though I sometimes use the shortened version Mandy. I am thirty-three but my sexual awakening didn't really occur until I had turned thirty. Previously I had been a generally shy and quiet girl with a steady and normal relationship. ... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 17
They say that life is about making choices. But we humans don't get to choose the two most important factors in our lives. We don't get to choose our genes, so I got stuck with XY chromosomes. And we don't get to choose our natal families, so I got stuck with my mother and father. My father, Edua... Read full Story
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The game show,
One day i was looking through a number of competitions and trying to find a way to make some easy quick money. A number of applications were sent, mostly for junk i didn't need or for competitions I knew I had no chance of winning. For example, the types you get $30,000 for answering the easiest que... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 7
The horrible memory of my crackhouse ordeal faded much as the lurid surgical site on my abdomen faded to a faint pink smile at my bikini line. I went off the AIDS cocktail after one awful month of constant nausea, and was pronounced antibody-free. My surgeons pronounced me healed and recovered. Natu... Read full Story