After a wild night with his boyfriend, Chris has to take a step back to process everything that’s gone down so far. He has no idea what kind of shit he’s gotten into, but he’s not about to let that stop him. Jason is the most important person in the world to him, and he needs to get to the bottom of what happened at Camp Wild Rush.
Inspired by this request: [request link]
It is time for Gwyn to leave, but before he goes, Nathair decides to call in the life debt he owes.
Renowned explorer Evander Gladstone has set off on one of his daring adventures in search of the Mighty Golden Rod of Asclepius, a wand said to possess the power to heal any affliction. Deep in the heart of what the locals call the Forest of Milk, a place none of them dare enter, Evander finds an entrance into a massive underground maze. Evander is sure that the Golden Rod is inside, especially when he figures out the identity of the creature that resides within. Little does he know that the maze is a far deadlier trap than he could have ever imagined.
Drew’s dad gets an unexpected Fathers’ Day gift thanks to an inadvertent wish.
Gray is dissatisfied with his body. Luckily, a stranger in the steam room gives him a helping hand… for a price.
Memory and intelligence is such an interesting multifaceted subject. Had a great time discussing it during Psychology lectures.
The reason I bring it up is because Tom Holland cannot remember not to spoil the endings of his movies. Every interview he forgets to stop talking but doesn’t forget the story.
Episodic vs Semantic memory, explicit vs implicit. Question to the Pink Fairy. How much damage can it do to a boys intelligence if you surgically remove their ability to remember events of their lives, but leave the rest of their cognitive facilities intact? Present your findings to the group.
Colt takes “fake it ’til you make it” a bit too far when he starts going to the gym and pretending to become a dumb jock in order to corrupt his otherwise nerdy roommate into actually becoming a dumb jock.
Hey Pink Fairy,
I got assigned to share a suite with a couple of other guys at college this year. It is a pretty standard set up — we each have a small room for sleeping and studying with a common living area and bathroom to share.
The problem is my roommates, Brad and Zack. I just don’t mesh with them. I mean, I get it on some level. We don’t have a lot in common. They’re both jocks — tall, muscular, handsome, popular. And straight.
I’m fit, but kind of short and not terribly athletic. And I’m more of an intellectual. Me being gay hasn’t been too much of an issue for them, except…they’ve kind of made it clear that they don’t want me around much.
They treat our living area like their own private space so there is little space left for me or my stuff. They totally control the TV and gaming. And they even stop talking as soon as I enter the room, and sit there awkwardly until I finish what I’m doing and leave. I pretty quickly gave up any idea of hanging out with them, using the space, or…you know…having any kind of a relationship with either of them.
I have to be honest, they both make pretty nice eye candy. But I can’t even really enjoy that because I don’t want them to think I’m perving on them and give them even more of a reason to make things awkward around our place.
Truthfully, I’m getting kind of annoyed at the situation and being crammed in my little room all the time. I don’t need to crush on them, or be best friends with them or anything. I just wish they’d want to have me around more.
I sure could use your help.
I’m the only out guy in my dorm building, and I’m roomed with 2 of the guys on the football team… They keep ragging on me for not knowing sports and want me to come to their games and be a “motivator” for their pregame talks in the locker room… Whatever that means.