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Fiction stories and poems by the Gaysi to be read by all.

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The Closet

If I could, I would. But I won't. For I can stay in forever And never be found out.

A Love Letter (Not!)

Do letters always have to begin with a "Hey, How are you" ? Because right now I really can't be bothered with pleasantries. I know this letter will find you well, in any case.

Gay Pussy

Being the curious me, I read up a bit about transmen and their sexuality. Even watched some queer porn to somehow figure if I could play the part of a gay man fucking a transguy. Cock and cunt? Let's see, I said to myself.

One Last

I remember the last time I saw you. We were both crying. I squeezed you in my arms and said "You owe me one last kiss.

Hold Me

Hold me. Stay here. I'd like to feel. Don't...Don't go away for I like your smell.

Not Anymore

Writing would help. She hastily got out of of her and grabbed a pen and paper. The words poured out instantly, as though they were desperate to be released.

He Said

It really was 'A Bad Day'. The script was haunting me. Backstage drama had reached its peak. I stormed out of the green room and walked. Simply walked. It was the eve of the performance.

A Bad Day : An Interpretation

It was one of those busy days. As I was walking up the college driveway, I saw her walk inside the gate. She was fiddling with her phone. I tried to hide but, I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Penetrate Me

Finally, after giving me, what She thought were adequate chances to respond, she held my hand firmly. Not just with love, not just as comfort but as a command, she caught my gaze and dared me to look away with her eyes. I didn’t.

The Fifth Date

We were four pitchers down. It was the fifth date. Alcohol gave her liquid courage she said. It was just verbal diarrhea, I thought.

A Cup of Tea

I share this comfortable space with you, where I don’t need to say anything, you figure it out anyway. Sometimes I rant; sometimes I don’t say a word. And you are always there with your cup of tea.


Like bumping my toe against obstructive wood, I savour the pain, instead of doing as I should. I ache and ache, But I refuse to break

Do What Bunnies Do

I knew her inside out like an addictive YouTube video. Intimacy meant 5 Mbps and a great date was a call that didn't drop. When I kissed her, she saw emoticons.


All I want is that one person. The over-rated one person. Him, who makes me feel like the half of one.
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