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Failsafe by Brian B. Engines blaring Outside my window I just want to be Far away someplace you know I wanna be a nobody So I can’t get hurt again Or shot down and killed In broad daylight like other men Or stepped on and humiliated Like everyone in this town Let me be... Continue Reading →
Since a young age, I have felt a calling. A calling to help others, to do the best I can to find resources for those in need and to help improve their lives. This all started, for me, in the early 90's when I joined my first LGBTQ college group. The DFW LGBTQ Alliance met... Continue Reading →
More Coffee Cups and Loneliness by Brian B Slurp Slurp Take another swig Of the neverending coffee cup that overflows with random ideas I cannot hide. Shrug Shrug I don’t wanna be lonely But at my age and living in a small town means I’ll probably be alone for awhile. As I look to... Continue Reading →
"A Whole Man" by Brian B. I just want a whole man to call my own Someone to hold me so I'll never feel alone Someone to cherish all my idiosyncrasies Someone to love me until I'm weak in the knees I just want a whole man to protect me from the night Someone... Continue Reading →
One of the questions I get asked most by close friends and family is.. "Are you seeing anyone? What's your personal life like?" Well, I live in the middle of a desert (lol.) Albuquerque, to be exact. There isn't exactly the biggest dating pool here, let alone, anything sizable dating population for gay men in... Continue Reading →
Blue Period Poem by Brian Bolding Photo from texasescapes.com 6.21.17 Suffocating silhouettes, Route 66 abandoned gas stations call to me Smoking too many cigarettes Thoughts that live in infamy… (Languishing away in a coffeeshop on a Saturday Vignettes of loneliness Scattered through my mind If only I had the courage To stand up... Continue Reading →
A Fatal Overdose of Nothing By B Bolding 3.16.16 I want a mystery man To hold me in the moonlight Get my rocks off Throw me into a pool of ecstasy And I want a fatal overdose A fatal overdose of nothing Don’t touch me, I don’t even care Don’t look at me, don’t... Continue Reading →
October 27, 2011 From my private journal. Writing as Therapy for Gay Men By Brian Bolding As a gay man in today’s world, we need to equip ourselves with tools to make sure we get through the days. I found early on in my life that I needed a creative outlet to channel... Continue Reading →
Fathers Day by Brian Bolding You raised us You raised us so well At the time I thought Living with you was living hell You raised us You taught us to be strong I kicked and I screamed And I hated it all along You raised us up You taught us to... Continue Reading →
The following story is an edited excerpt from Chapter 13, ‘Growing Pains,’ from my first novel, Sweet Pea, which I wrote from 1990-2005. It includes information from previous and later chapters, so as to convey the story best in this format. This story is a graphic and offensive, but completely true account, of a hate... Continue Reading →
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