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gregkauffmanstarkeybooks Ā· 3 months ago
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Probably the most important book I've ever written. About a PTSD-riddled war veteran facing a challenging future while discovering the love of his life. Fact-checked by a friend who has PTSD from the Vietnam War, who says I wrote the most accurate description of PTSD flashbacks he'd ever read, that he could feel the character's terror during his episodes. I could ask for no finer appraisal of my work.
"Phil Dailey had the life heā€™d always wanted. He was successful in his self-run business. He had a decent amount of money in the bank for his future. The only thing missing was a loving partner.
Phil grew up gay in a rural town where such things were only spoken of in whispers. No one actually knew anyone who was gayā€¦ or so they thought. He left town before his secret could come out, and he settled in a more accepting city on the opposite coast.
Then he met Peter Barnes, the man who was everything Phil had ever dreamed of. Funny, smart, talented, and extremely sexy. The two hit it off immediately, and soon they were inseparable.
Then Phil discovered he had a rare, exceedingly vicious form of Alzheimerā€™s. Peter did all he could to ease Philā€™s mind, but the doctors remained unconvinced of his chances for recovery. Still, they may be on the verge of a medical breakthrough.
This is the story of Phil Dailey and his struggle with an uncertain future. He desperately wants to marry Peter, but the ambiguousness of his future may make his fondest wish a heartbreaking failure.
Will his determination to marry and Peterā€™s love for him be enough to help Phil survive?"
Full disclosure: writing the final chapter broke me. Putting the too-real emotions on paper affected me as deeply as if the events happened directly to me.
Available on Amazon in paperback and ebook formats.
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d469son-daddy469son-bw2 Ā· 10 months ago
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rystiel Ā· 2 months ago
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idk what weā€™re all calling the concept of fiddlestan working together but iā€™m calling my version the portal partners AU šŸ™šŸ¼
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#gave it a name bc i was kinda tired of calling it the Fidds and Stan Work Together on the Portal AU#itā€™s called portal partners bc theyā€™re partners in fixing the portal partners in running the shack AND partners in life#ik iā€™m not the only one to think of an au where they start working together after ford goes missing#but i donā€™t see a lot of people really showing the older version of them ? i donā€™t think ?#like iā€™ve seen canon older fiddlestan but not older fiddlestan after working together for 30 years ? idk#also figured fidds would look different in a world where he doesnā€™t lose his mind in his 30s#šŸ¤·šŸ»ā€ā™‚ļø#gay old men#yay#stan looks and acts the same btw he just happens to also have a very longterm bf to be gay with#gravity falls took place before gay marriage was legal (jesus christ thatā€™s crazy to think about) so thatā€™s why i say very longterm bf#(this means ford would be back in time to attend their wedding tho so. best man ford real. fidd & ford may be sort-of-exes but itā€™s fine)#gravity falls#gravity falls au#fiddlestan#alsoā€¦ petition to start calling fiddlestan fiddley#bc fiddle(ford) + (stan)ley ā€¦. fiddleyā€¦ u see the vision????#fiddley#šŸ™‚ā€ā†•ļøšŸ™šŸ¼#stanley pines#fiddleford mcgucket#gravity falls fanart#idk man iā€™m gonna tag the au too ig#portal partners au#gravity falls portal partners au#???#my art#(i guess? used a fidds base then redrew it with my changes so idk)#rystiart#sorry if someoneā€™s done smthn similar bc i feel like this idea of them working together is pretty popular maybe šŸ˜­
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heavenbarnes Ā· 8 months ago
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Hiii, I just devoured your older bf!simon posts and I got this one brainworm
So, he hasn't figured out how to make albums yet in his gallery, the first time he passed his phone around to let his team gawk at your photos, he had accidentally left one of HIS photo
Imagine the team scrolling through his gallery, drooling at your photo in skimpy outfits, various state of undress then BAM, the hottest dickpic of their L.t. appeared on screen (courtesy of your instructions ofc)
I just think it'll be A Thingā„¢, like, obviously they know Ghost is hot, probably also know how big his dick is, but seeing it presented like that? Some of them definitely moaned. And I bet Simon noticed, probably will start leaving a few of his own photos in between yours, as a treat for the boys.
(Feel free to ignore this if this isn't sth you're comfortable with šŸ«¶šŸ»)
this is fucking insane iā€™m going to wet my pants- thank you for this idea youā€™re a genius šŸ«¶šŸ¼ | effective continuation of this
the 141 would like to enter your older bf!simonā€™s phone into the museum of natural history for its significant contributions to peace keeping efforts.
if that phone hadnā€™t been in this safe house, there would be far more destruction in their wake. it goes without saying, really.
what you will say is, whilst his phone is the metaphor- itā€™s really you thatā€™s giving the opposition time to breathe (limited, their time will eventually come)
the dining table was small, when you had four hulking great men around it the thing looked minuscule. room temperature beers in front of them, itā€™d taken at least three bottles each for the first to speak up.
ā€œcā€™mon mate, put us out our miseryā€
obviously their captain would take one for the team and go first, eyes locking with simon. without being able to see his mouth, it was hard to tell but price was pretty sure that was a chuckle (he hoped it was)
a quick rustle as simon shoved his hand in the pocket of his tactical trousers, retrieving the battered android and laying it in the centre of the table.
bated breathe, you couldā€™ve heard a fucking pin drop as they all watched him unlock his phone. one long finger hovering over the camera app before he pressed it, an almost collective sigh of relief emanating through the house.
simon couldnā€™t and wouldnā€™t organise his phone, apps always open in the background, unorganised on his home screen, not a fucking photo album in sight.
photos heaped together in the one collective mess. it was very possible to be looking at an old receipt one minute and then the small of your back with cum across it the next.
majority of the photos were you, and not always filthy. simon couldnā€™t take a photo to save his life but the ones of you always looked breathtaking.
if you asked him, thatā€™s just what you always looked like.
however, the 141 werenā€™t there for photos of you smiling as you pet a friendly dog. they were there for the kind of photo simon was just about to pull up.
sat on the corner of the bed, photo taken in the long mirror against the wall. thighs spread and one hand playing between them as the other held your phone next to your pouting lips.
gaz was the first to state the obvious.
ā€œjesus christ, mateā€
simon didnā€™t even blink, finger swiping through the next photo.
on the bed on your knees with your chest pressed to the mattress. looking back over your shoulder with a fucked out expression as you practically gave your ass to the camera.
the unmistakable sound of johnny shifting in the seat to his left caught simon, adjusting his cock just out the corner of his eye.
photo after photo, full nude, lingerie, simonā€™s shirts, just the bed sheet. with every one that passed, the beer was soon forgotten about when the buzz they got off you was unmatched.
the sweet glow that seemed to radiate off you filled the otherwise dim place the men had been hold up in. photos beginning to blur into one until-
the photo was taken from mid-thigh, simon somehow looked even bigger from this angle. shirt lifted enough to show his scarred stomach but his balaclava stayed on. exposed eyes staring down at the camera as his large hand wrapped around his equally large cock.
dead silence speared straight down the middle by a moan, pathetically covered with a cough. simon pretended not to notice the accent, left the phone in the centre of the table.
nobody could look away, it was physically impossible to tear their eyes off the sight in front of them. had they ever seen one that big in real life?
ā€œfuckinā€™ell L.T, whatā€™ya doinā€™ wā€™all that?ā€
they all knew simon had a big cock, you could tell by looking at him- the way he walked. if youā€™d ended up in the showers with him on base and seen it soft youā€™d even know.
it was unmissable.
but seeing it like this? looming over the camera at this angle, practically eclipsing the natural light, his thick fingers just closing around the base. this was something else.
you were quite the artistic director.
nobody wanted to be the first to say what the other was thinking. allowing the silence to fill the space only broken by the occasional sound of someone adjusting their trousers.
simon didnā€™t need anything to be said, he knew what he had and he knew the effect it had on- anyone really. he simply sat back in his seat, spreading his thighs wider and ignoring the occasional glance that fell on him when he did it.
finally cutting them loose, simon swiped to the next photo- back to you with cum streaked across your face. throats clearing and murmurs arising from the group.
ā€œthatā€™s real niceā€
ā€œwould yā€™look at the fuckinā€™ state aā€™thatā€
ā€œwhat i wouldnā€™t giveā€
simon grunted in agreement, eyes flickering around the table with a feeling invisible growing in his chest. a feeling that he wasnā€™t used to but didnā€™t- mind?
he didnā€™t think too long, he couldnā€™t think too long.
those photos would just have to become part of the regular.
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inkskinned Ā· 1 year ago
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you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.
you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.
he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.
a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.
he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.
you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.
people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.
wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.
also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.
he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."
you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.
"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."
he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.
you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.
is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?
you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.
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justdavina Ā· 5 months ago
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Sexy transgender women come in ALL ages darling's! Her wonderful fashion sense is just fabulous!
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spokenfromtheheartandsoul Ā· 5 days ago
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idk man like imagine how tired you'd be if YOU had to move to an entirely new place and start all over. not even because of the occupational hazards of your job which would have at least been expected if not reasonable (see: assassins) but instead because your trigger-happy younger brother decided to add live props to an impassioned karaoke performance on a whim and now you've found yourself a co-owner AND manager AND chef to an entire burger restaurant establishment. where the total number of employees other than yourself is a grand total of one (1) aka the same younger brother who has never touched a spatula in his life. and now you're just trying to make decent burgers while settling in to your new neighborhood and stay under the radar while your brother insists on exploring his sense of fashion by dressing in the brightest colors and prints known to man immediately following shifts at your real job (see: ASSASSINS) because it's not like it requires blending into society or anything. and then right when you think you're finally going to have a nice and peaceful friday night at home you get rear-ended by an unhinged and unnecessarily attractive mechanic who insists on fixing your jeep for free but is also SO maddeningly infuriating to interact with that you begin to question whether the free service is worth your sanity. because upon returning to pick up your car the Unhinged Mechanic begins an entirely unprompted striptease to reveal to you that he has - for reasons beyond your comprehension - decided to steal your burger pin. and then he starts going off about his sensitive nipples while he makes YOU take it off of him. and then as if all of THAT wasn't enough you also come home to find your younger brother delightedly getting groped in front of god and your respectable burger establishment in broad daylight while he nuzzles and adoringly stares into the eyes of the exact same cocky one-night-stand you EXPLICITLY warned him to stay away from. and then to top it all off the Unhinged Mechanic has now inexplicably shown up at your closed restaurant and has the audacity to demand service in return for having had to repair the jeep that HE damaged in the first place. because apparently the best place to have a beer is your CLOSED burger restaurant. and although you feel like your actions would be very justified in doing so, you somehow manage to refrain from killing him on sight because you are a Good and Reasonable Assassin. but this also means having to endure watching Unhinged Mechanic down no less than nine beers in one go all while he antagonizes you. and right when you finally decide to put your foot down and kick him out the Unhinged Mechanic decides that THAT is the perfect time to make a move on you. so now not only are you both exhausted and irritated and confused but ALSO sexually frustrated while having to forcibly remove him from your premises by his feet. imagine that. imagine you have to deal with ALL that in the span of 1 week without losing it and somehow YOU'RE the unreasonable and rigid one??????
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gregkauffmanstarkeybooks Ā· 3 days ago
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Just released my new book. I'm further exploring how rednecks react to their own homosexuality. Naturally, there is some denial and some hemming and hawing about it.
"Best buddies and confirmed straight men Chip Marsden and Whit Colburn had heard rumors about an almost-mythical ā€œBoom-Boom Roomā€ opening soon in their hometown. One night, their curiosity got the best of them, and they wound up getting more than they bargained for. Their friendship was about to be tested to its utmost limit. What went on there was something neither had ever suspected, and they might not get out with their virginity - or their sanity - intact. Contains graphic adult non-heterosexual situations, male nudity, and coarse language. Reader discretion is strongly advised."
The sexuality is extremely raw and unrelenting once they have no choice but to accept it.
This book is available on Amazon in paperback. Ebook coming soon.
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dickofsatan Ā· 7 months ago
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yourfavoritetemma Ā· 19 days ago
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Iā€™m new here and I deserve a reblog from all trans lovers
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xxlmug Ā· 11 days ago
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You know that gaydar TikTok account? Where somebody gets asked a ton of questions that determines if they're gay, straight or a homophobe. I feel like if L and Light went on it Light would get every question right and L would be silent and Light would be deemed gay just for knowing that much and L would be deemed gay for the way he fucking stands.
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khloekay77 Ā· 23 days ago
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Girl next door with an edge šŸ³ļøā€āš§ļø
Popular trans girl šŸ³ļøā€āš§ļøā¤ļø
Love and Reblog if you love trans women šŸ’œ šŸ’› ā¤ļø
Trans love is Real love ā¤ļø
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sapphic-baby-girl Ā· 3 months ago
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I have to say, there is something so alluring and beautiful about a mature woman. The soft curves, the sensuality in her eyes, the acceptance that she is beautiful without external validation just makes me so wet!
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gregkauffmanstarkeybooks Ā· 3 months ago
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My newest novel "The Ferret's Last Mission". Eustace Fairchild, known across the secret agent network as The Ferret, due to his superb ability to work his way into criminal organizations and get information out of them, is heading off on his final assignment before he retires to the Greek Islands and a life of luxury and contentment. The job: infiltrate the Mudjhadahnni Republic and rescue the journalist being held prisoner there. It wonā€™t be an easy task. The Jhad, as they are colloquially known, are notoriously suspicious of anyone with light-colored skin and have executed such people on sight. The journalist was in the MR to cover the announcement of the Jhad leader of an incitement against the UN that would have worldwide ramifications, and was arrested as a spy. He will be executed in four days if the Jhad demands are not met, and itā€™s up to The Ferret to locate and retrieve the imperiled writer. It will be his most dangerous mission ever, but he feels up to the job, regardless how sticky the situation.
The Ferret is a middle-aged, semi-closeted gay intelligence operative on the edge of retirement when he's called onto a challenging mission to the Middle East to rescue a kidnapped journalist, who eventually becomes his love interest by the end of the novel. There is no explicit sexual content in this book. The steamiest thing that happens are male-male kisses.
This is my 103rd novel, most of which are self-published and available on Amazon.
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hairychestloversblog Ā· 2 months ago
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I wouldnā€™t be able to take my eyes off this stud if he were on the beach at the same time as me šŸ„µšŸ„µšŸ„µ
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silverfoxmagazine2 Ā· 4 months ago
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