RobbieRob
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Last Login: 2 years ago
Writing Since: 2014
Occupation: Teaching
Hobbies: Photography, the great outdoors, guitar & piano
Awards: Just happy to be a part of something so special.
Number of Stories Written: 6
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(4 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)This is my coming home story. I say coming home instead of coming out for a reason. This story is more than just me finally accepting the gayness. This is also about finding home. I know this is not a Bette and Tina story or fiction at all, but please take the time to read




(7 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)I see the world through a 1.5 by 2 centimeter rectangle. I feel so lost without the weight of a camera in my palm. My mom has teased me for years that my heartbeat sounds like shutter clicks. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that was true. I even hear them in my sleep.




(5 votes, average: 4.80 out of 5, rated)“Bette, baby, you have to try this. It’s amazing! It feels so good. I can feel it everywhere, on all my curves and all my edges, all my perfect imperfections.” I can hear T shouting at me from the bedroom while trying to maintain focus on the task at hand. To me, good oral hygiene




(10 votes, average: 4.60 out of 5, rated)Another sweltering July day and I’ve had about all of this heat I can take. My shift at the life guard stand will soon be over and I can find my love and maybe talk her into going for a little swim. I still can’t believe I let Tina convince me to volunteer a week’s




(20 votes, average: 4.85 out of 5, rated)I have somehow managed to spend an entire Saturday on the Internet searching every site from WebMD to the DSM in order to try and make sense of what the hell seems to be happening to me as of late. I think I may have finally succeeded in my pursuit of self-diagnosis. According to Wikipedia,




(16 votes, average: 4.81 out of 5, rated)Bette’s POV: Life used to be so simple for me. From the moment I woke up until the moment sleep overtook once again, I had one simple task…to love you. Being the perfectionist that I am, I made sure to always give you 110%. You deserved nothing less than that. So, what happened? Where did