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Indian-Gay Stories: For The Love of Indian Boys Part IV

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For The Love of Indian Boys Part IV. My sleepy head rises from the dirt. I'm filled with a familiar. Aching so I stumble my way towards the earth lodge doorway. It's late. At night that I must go to relieve myself. I carefully step past the other sleeping children. My feet are. Silent as the rabbit who fears the swooping hawk. I reach the steps. That lead up into the night. Mother Moon is full and bright tonight. I climb the remaining steps. Chased away by Her brilliance. I stand in strong moonlight.

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Indian-Gay Stories: New To Love Part 1

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New To Love Part 1. This is a story about Mike Yager who falls in love with a Native American named Jesse. They must overcome the difficulties of cultural differences (White versus Indian), gay prejudice and try to seek acceptance to their relationship that just felt right. Gay love can be found even in the smallest of towns where it lies hidden until awakened. This happens between these two young men who are new to love. Excuse me, Mr. Yager. The word it chose isn't the right one.". A man sitting nearby...

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Indian-Gay Stories: For The Love of Indian Boys Part VIII

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For The Love of Indian Boys Part VIII. I am awestruck. Coming into our river camp is a boy that I've not seen for several summers. His face is different; more stretched out and older looking. He's taller than me by half a hand and his black hair is longer. But has he changed inside? Does he still feel for me the deep friendship that cries out from my heart? I unglue my eyes from his beautiful form to look at his parents for changes. My eyes fall to their heavily laden horses. I see folded tipi skins ...

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Indian-Gay Stories: For The Love of Indian Boys Part II

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For The Love of Indian Boys Part II. Quick Legs and I laugh at our new friend, Taller Shadow. He boasts of having 'done it! With his face full of anger and fists raised to us from our disbelief, the older boy steps behind the storage shed to relieve himself. Quick Legs starts pounding on the shed wall. I join him. We won't allow Taller Shadow to escape such a fantastic boast. Quick Legs peeks some more and giggles. I wonder what the older boy is doing behind the shed? What are you doing? With fire in his...

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Indian-Gay Stories: For The Love of Indian Boys Part V

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For The Love of Indian Boys Part V. When the long string is tightly wrapped around the wooden ring, I. Stand up and motion the crowd of boys to give me some room. My hand pulls. On the string while my other hand holds the base. Wooden blades spin. Rapidly as it soars away from us. The Indian boys shout out their amazement. At its flight. They race to where it's falling over the tall grass. I become fearful at the racing boys and join them in retrieving my. Haste may step down and break it. End His front ...

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Indian-Gay Stories: For The Love of Indian Boys End

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For The Love of Indian Boys End. A cool wind blew over the boy, awakening him. His small body felt stiff over the river stone. He rose up and sought out the warmth of Father Sun. Long since allen from His sky and about to sleep, the youth realized. He saw the orange glow of His blanket in the west. Father Sun's golden hand touched Heart Boy and made him become one with the boy. The second look-alike youth approached. He was naked. In his hand was the boy's erection. His loins were on fire...He too became...

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Bobolinkblog: Gayhoo

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Wednesday, September 21, 2005. It's been ages since I've been here, more than a year. Not that nothing has happened, but I just never seem to get a chance to chronicle it. Simon Wiesenthal died today, at the ripe old age of 96. He had spent most of his post-WW II, post-concentration camp life hunting down Nazis. Was it in vain? Of course not. But no matter how many Nazis you hunt down, there will always be more rearing their ugly heads. What's the lesson? Posted by Bobolink @ 9/21/2005 09:30:00 AM.

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Indian-Gay Stories: For The Love of Indian Boys Part III

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For The Love of Indian Boys Part III. A man enters my mother's hide house unannounced. It's nightfall. Those of our tribe would take his arrival as very revealing; that he. Intends to take my mother for his wife! I rise from my sleeping mat to. See who has come. From off the man's shoulder drops a large buck. His. Eyes peer lovingly into mine. Recognition of this brave startles me. From what I know of this young brave, no squaw. Would interest him let alone my aged mother. Why then does he come to. My mo...

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Aman Yala: Beauty Tips from an Ex-Lesbian

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Awake, Æolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. -Thomas Gray. Monday, November 21. Beauty Tips from an Ex-Lesbian. OK, don’t ask me what I was doing perusing the. Section of the Exodus International. Website I thought I was on Gay.com. But God bless those ex-gays, they’ve got so much shit to deal with I imagine it’s hard work losing that lisp and pretending to be straight! They really don’t need some irreverent smartass making fun of them. I guess she was so focused on all those...