http://slow.writerscafe.org/scroskey The original writings of author ShelWars en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997137 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I thought I knew who I was when I was 11. I think most people go through that. Then they experience the shame that comes with realizing even they, the only one who could ever truly know themselves, was also wrong. That was me. Looking back, I wouldn't describe myself as some kind of blossoming flowe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scroskey/1929351/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scroskey/1876076/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scroskey/1876073/ When I was 4, I saw a crucifix for the first time.And yes, yes, oh rest assured,  I knew that Gay was a filthy wordDidn't you know God says love one anotherwhen he remembered the gays did you hear him f*****g stutter?Yet When I went to the church I saw the congregationPassing around every singl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scroskey/1833215/ Metallic. Blunt, seductive metallic-a lover I learned to hate. We collided in a firestorm of what I could no longer deny. I tried to erase her from my mind, only to spend another night with my lover. I was with my love for only a short while. After all, it wasn't true love. It was a mere distraction.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scroskey/1833206/ 8/28/14  11:26 PM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scroskey/1533471/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scroskey/1533467/    As he turned the doorknob and entered, he was shocked at what lie in front of him. Defying all his supersticions, there was nothing. Simply nothing. 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