England's Burning

As a child growing up in Jamaica, I always dream of visiting England. Sometimes I made plans to go there and live. But as I grew older my reasons for visiting England has changed to drinking a beer in a good-ole fashion pub with some good-ole fashion people then to visiting the Globe theatre because I swear I was going to find a wall that said "Shakespeare wuz ere!" Anyways, I always thought my education was that much richer because I was brought up partly in the British school system. I mean we always looked up to England as a little bit more exclusive and elegant breed--because lets face it, what other country have cops that carries no guns? But lately, as I watch a few moronic malcontents (I know redundant but morons like this deserve it) burn the country to the ground I have to wonder why I was so obessessed with the country to begin with.


In the past few days, it is clear to see that some of England's population are just as evil and stupid as the rest of us. They decided, because one person was killed to go through the streets of the country and burn it to the ground, killing more people to avenge one. What made them thing that was in any way okay? Who, in their infinite wisdom thought rioting and looting would be acceptable? Haven't you ever heard the needs of the many outweights the needs of the few?


Not only are you rioting, killing people, looting their businesses and scaring others, you are burning down historic landmarks! Buildings that outlived the test of time only to meet you assholes who burn them to the ground! What is wrong with you people? When, in a democracy did it become quite acceptable to throw a tantrum of this magnitude when something doesn't go your way or when something goes wrong? At this point no one gives a damn what caused this. Because lets face it, the same thing you're trying to bring attention to is now lost in the background in a cloud of tear gas and smoke because you little pricks cannot solve your problem in a peaceful, sane way. Is this what we have to look forward to in a few years? A bunch of ex-President George Du-ya Bushes who blows up another country when they don't get what they want? Because I have to tell you, I lived through two terms of that idiot and we're still reaping what he sew.


Look, the truth is you turds should all go to jail. Plain and simple. And here's hoping the British has the same law where if you and your friends kill someone in the process of committing a felony, you get charged with murder. I hope, when, not if, but when you get caught, you are thrown in jail and the keys thrown away because so help me you will deserve it. You should be ashamed at yourselves you pathetic excuse for human beings. I am so tired of ignorant little ticks like you give all us young people a bad name because you think with your dicks and not your heads. I am tired of your idiotic decisions. I am tired of your lack of regard for human life and I'm tired of your bullshit. This has to stop and hopefully when you're pinning away for the next ten to twenty in prison, you'll think long and hard about what's happening now.

Remmy Duchene

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Mason Anderson has everything—he is wealthy, with more money than he is used to, a sexy girlfriend and youth. At 19 years old, he could feel himself changing and his attraction to women is gone. The primal urges surging through his body is for the hard, tone flesh of men. As if starting to date the first time wasn’t hard enough—now Mason must face the fact that he is Gay and navigate the dating world all over again with the help of two amazing friends and a craving for a rather sexy—older police Captain.

                EXCERPT

Doomsday.

I was up long before the sun and lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed nor could I bring myself to roll over. I drifted in and out of a light sleep and by the time I could get out of bed it was well past ten. There was a commotion outside and I ran to my window to see what was happening. Mrs Anton’s grand children were chasing a cat down the street with a broom. I arched a brow and watched them until they were long gone. Perhaps I took too much pleasure out of seeing that, I don’t know, but it was fun to see the kids.


But soon that fun was over and I turned my attention to the acceptance letter. It had so much instruction I hadn’t noticed before. Filling out the papers that were required of me, I stuck them in an envelope and carried it to the car. I dropped it on the passenger seat so I didn’t forget it and walked back into the house.


Christopher called a couple of times, but both times I missed him; once I was outside making my envelope run and the second time I was in the bathroom. Then I got swallowed in my writing and forgot. When the telephone rang again, I grabbed it simply because it surprised me.


“Yeah?” I tucked the phone into that spot we all use; between our shoulder and head.


“You still alive over there?” Christopher wanted to know. “Was calling to see if you needed any help for your date.”


“Thanks for reminding me.’ I groaned and eased away from my laptop after hitting save. “I was trying not to think about it by writing.”


“Like that was going to stop you from thinking about it. How do you feel?”


“Like I’m stepping from the frying pot and into the fire. But I’ll survive. You’re right. If I need to know I have to go and find out. I can’t just wait for the answer to fall out of the sky.”


“Good boy—you need help dressing?”


“What’s wrong with the way I dress?”


Christopher simply laughed.


“Yeah yeah, you don’t have to rub it in,” I muttered. “I’m just going to wear a black pair of dress pants, my leather jacket with a white tee under.”


“Well, hello!” Christopher said in a deep, sexy voice.


“Fruit,” I accused.


“And don’t you forget it. Anyways, I have to get back to work. Call me when it’s over? Just try to relax and be the fun you, not the grumpy, unsure you.”


“Thanks X,” I said. “Thanks.






Dooms-evening.


I changed my car to a silver sports car for the date. There was nothing wrong with the car I usually drive. It was only that I was starting to feel my control slipping and I wanted something to put me back between the lines. The engine purred along the streets, through the slowly dying sun. My mood rose and crashed in the space of a second and at one point I had to pull over to the side of the road. My heart was going too fast. My throat was dry and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I rubbed my sweaty palms against my thighs over and over until they were hot and was about to chafe.


You are over-complicating this.


I sat in my car, staring at Bao’s address on my cell phone and I wanted to turn and run. I was a block away from his place. The longer I sat there, with the engine running, the worse I felt. My stomach was doing a strange little flip that made me want to hurl. But I couldn’t tarry longer for it was getting late. Hauling in a breath, I cranked the car out of park, checked my mirrors and pulled from the side of the road continuing to his driveway and hopped from the car.


The house before me wasn’t one of great expense but the lawn was neatly cut and the tricked-out black sedan parked in the driveway made up for it. It was small in comparison to the homes around. It had a bay window at the front that looked strangely out of place. There was a porch swing, rocking on its own on the veranda and the front door was open but the storm door was closed. My father used to do that when we went to the cottage in the summer time. When I asked why he would simply say, “it’s my way of letting God in.”


As a child that confused me. Now that I’m older, I got it. My father wasn’t a church going man, but he was spiritual.


With a quick look back at my car, I jogged up the front steps with Christopher’s advice about not acting nervous playing on repeat in my head. Wiping my palms against my thighs, I lifted my chin and rang the doorbell.


Bao appeared almost instantly. This time he was dressed in all black again, but the difference was, he wasn’t wearing a uniform. This time he was wearing a black pair of pants with a black jacket. Beneath it, a dark red t-shirt peeked out. A silver chain hung low around his neck with a cross as the pendant and I smiled.


“Evening.”


“Hi. Do you want to come in? I have to find socks.”


“Making me wait, right?” I laughed when he smirked and opened the screen door. I was walking by him when he reached up to kiss my cheek. Without thinking, I pressed my palm softly against his cheek and kissed his cheek before stepping by him into the house. I kicked off my shoes, out of habit, and followed him into the living room where he left me. The inside of the home was small yet cozy and clean. Looking around, I saw family was very important to him. For the first time in a long time I missed my father. I often time blamed him and my long dead mother for not having other children; for alienating the rest of their families. I walked around, peering pensively at each picture and a few trophies that lined a small shelf.


“Alright—ready?”


“Yes…you have a nice family.”


“Thanks. Most of them are back in China, but I visit. Come on.”


I allowed him to take my hand and lead me out of the house. He stopped to lock the door behind us and when he turned around he whistled.


“You’re driving that?” Bao asked.


I looked into his eyes and nodded. “That’s my pride and joy,” I joked like my father would have. I opened his door for him and watched him slide into the leather seat. Closing his door, I walked around the car and climbed in beside him. The truth was I had no idea where I was taking him. It wasn’t like I could take him to the same place we met. I made a left turn at the end of his street and turned for the highway.


“Can we open the windows?” he asked.


Nodding, I hit the button and the windows on both sides slid town. I glanced at him and saw him smiling with his fingers out the window in the wind. I used to do that as a child, just to feel the wind blow through them at top speed. Suddenly he lifted his hand and touched my hair. I jerked slightly.


“Sorry—should have warned you about that.”


“It’s all good. I just didn’t expect it.”


He caressed my head, stroking the back of my neck softly. The urge to close my eyes and let my head fall forward was so strong, I groaned and took his hand away. I dropped it on my thigh instead but that too was a bad idea. His hand traveled up my thigh, down my thigh, then across. It brushed against the front of my pants and my cock took notice and began rising. He squeezed it gently causing me to moan.


“I’m driving,” I managed. “You have to behave.”


“It’s good to know I turn you on, Mason,” Bao smiled, caressing my thigh. “A man wants to know that.”


I glanced at him quickly then pulled off the highway and then north. Finally we pulled up before one of my favorite restaurants. It was called Azure. We walked in together and was shown to a private table out of the way of the others. When we were given our menu and the waiter left for our drinks, Bao cleared his throat.


“Are you loaded or something?” he questioned. “Because you drive a kick ass car—I think that’s one of only ten left in the world. And you show up to a restaurant that has no pricing on the menu and they just say hello Mr. Anderson. Your table is waiting, Mr Anderson. I’ve never had that before.”


“Or something,” I replied. Finance was something I hated to discuss. The word loaded just sounded dangerous, like a gun, cocked and ready to go off.


“How am I supposed to order if I don’t know how much stuff cost?”


“Don’t sweat it.”


“Alright…” he replied.


But he didn’t really sound convinced for I could still feel his eyes on me. There was a certain heat that followed his gaze so I looked up. He had closed his menu and was looking at me with his head tilted to the side.


“What?”


“I keep watching you lick your lips,” he whispered, lounging back in his chair. “And I’m wondering what it would be like to kiss you—just to feel you against me—I’m sorry. This is only our first date.”


My heart started hammering inside my chest. My palms sweated. I wanted to kiss him too. But could I? Did I dare? Was this my fork in the road? Was this the last line before I am plunged into a world of being gay and there would be no turning back? I was over-thinking again for Christopher’s advice began playing on fast repeat inside my head. I eased back in my seat with the force of the memory.


“Alright…” I said softly. “Kiss me.”


“You’re messing with me. I can see the smile in your eyes.”


“Am I? I’m right there, Bao. You’re going to have to come get me.”


He hesitated—I saw it in his eyes. But soon he climbed from where he was to sit beside me in the booth. I reached up and gripped his ponytail, yanking it free and tossing the tie on the table. Burying my fingers in his hair felt almost like heaven. Tightening my fingers, I eased his head closer and closer to my lips. My heart raced fiercely, my body burnt and my cock throbbed. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t let him go. I couldn’t give up on what was happening. With a sigh of surrender, I slammed my mouth over his, spreading my lips as his tongue shot into my mouth. He groaned, but I couldn’t do anything but allow him to ease me deeper into the plush seat and take over. He braced a hand into my chest, licking my lips and sucking my tongue. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes, my body burned sweetly and my cock begged for release.


I am gay.


A voice cleared and he pulled from me but not before I stole another quick kiss and untangled my fingers from his hair. The waitress standing there was flushed red and I laughed. “It’s alright,” I told her. She nodded, put down the drinks and all but ran from the room.


“You know we’re getting a new waitress right?” Bao asked.


“I figured—come here,” I whispered. My body was trembling as if I was going through withdrawal from him. I wanted to taste him again, if only for a little bit.


He eased across the small space, giving me his lips. I took them gladly, drinking from them until my lungs screamed for air. I released him, just as a new waitress walked over to take our orders.


I knew she knew.






 








Alone at home and Have to feed myself...oh the Horror! PT 2



The Rice



So, again, I'm still here by myself. Once again I have to feed myself.  Because I made WAY too much chicken yesterday thinking the rents were coming back last night--but it seems they figured out my secret. *eyes Havan Fellows* I knew she told my secret.  So I had to improvise because I was exhaausted from working all day at the EDJ so I thought I would make something good. I deserved it! So here goes. Make Remmy's Special Chicken Surprise!  In a large pot, share out some rice. I'm not sure how many people there are in your house or how many you're cooking for. For me, there should be three people here so I put three cups of rice. Hopefully there will be left over for another day just in case my father doesn't feel like making lunch tomorrow or something.  Anyways, so in my house we use pre-cooked rice because we don't really have much time for anything else.  Rake your fingers through the rice, just to make sure nothing is in it that you don't want in it.  You know when they package these things, you have to be careful. So now that it's free of un-mentionables, wash it. Dump water in and spin it around with your fingers then strain off the water.  Then catch water in and set it on the stove to boil.



All My spices



The water will look a little white but dont worry. That's because even though you washed the rice the water will still be a little white.  In the pot with the water and rice, add your spices. I added all purpose seasoning, a little salt and some ground pepper.  You may like other stuff but be careful what you add. You don't want it to become too salty or too spicy. That defeats the purpose of Seasoned rice.  You can also add onion chopped really, really small along with green, sweet peppers and some orange ones. You can really have fun with this kind of rice. Some cultures love it really spice adn they add small pieces of chicken to it but I get heart burn when I tried that once. Maybe it wasn't made properly or sometheing but I was really sick after I tried it.  Anyways, make sure you just add a little of each to your rice.  Also, I added thyme leaves. It's a lovely spice that comes in really handy. 

Rice with seasoning



The picture beside this is the one with all the spices in the pot with the rice. You can wait until the water is boiling before adding them but I don't know it's not the same to me. I add them as soon as it's on the stove.  Next, you can cut up your own veggies...cauliflower and carrots. Make sure the peices are not too big because they will take a much longer time to cook. And make sure they aren't too small because then the veggies will get all soft and break apart. You don't want that. One of the reasons to put the veggies in is to give your plain, boring rice some colour. And the bright side is, it's healthy-er lol. Anyways, add the veggies along with some margerine or butter. Mix it a little with a fork. Never use a spoon in rice. When you use the spoon, it clumps the rice together in blotches. When you use fork, the rice is mixed and the grains flow through the fork's teeth.

I use 

The Veggies

pacakaged because I was lazy but to each their own. You don't want too much so it completely takes over. You just want enough to make sure you can see the colours of the broccoli and carrots and the chunks of other veggies. You can basically use any colourful veggies. On top of that, before you mix it with the fork, add a piece of butter or margerine. Just to add a little something extra and once the water is barely covering the veggies, cover the put, turn the heat down to medium and leave it to boil.  You want to keep your eyes on it because two things can happen. One, if the heat is up too high, the water can boil over into the stove. This is not safe for obvious reasons. Two, the water will boil out too fast leaving only some of the rice cooked. You don't want that. You want the rice to suck in the water and cook all around. by the time the rice is done, there shouldn't be any water left in the pot. Some people cook the rice for a bit then strain the water off. The water have all the nutrients in it from the boiled veggies and spices and the rice grains itself. If you strain that off, you're losing all the good stuff.



Rice with Veggies, margerine, spices


While that's happening, you want to get the chicken breasts from the night before. Cut them into large chunks. You don't want them too too small. If you don't have enough meat then you may want to do some extra like I told you about yesterday.  So cut them into large pieces and let it sit aside. Get an onion, thyme and any other spices you'd like (remember, your rice already have some spices in it so you don't want to over-do it). Then in a bowl, add some ketchup, bbq sauce, soy sauce and add some warm water to mix it. You don't want it pasty. Set that aside too. In a large frying pot, add some canola oil and let it heat, then add some garlic.  Now, my father, the angel that he is, went out and bought a whole crap loud of carlic. Then what he did, was strip them and toss them into the blender, WITHOUT water so its a nice paste. Then he put it into a large, air tight, glass jar and stuck it in the fridge. That way whenever we want some garlic, we use a clean spoon and scoop some out. It's REALLY handy! *YAY DAD!* Ok, onward to the cooking.


Onion, garlic and thyme


Once the oil is hot, add the garlic and let it fry. You want to to lightly brow before adding the chopped onions and thyme. Let they lightly brown. You don't want them burnt. You want it so that the aroma is strong but the onions cannot be too soft. You don't want to over-cook them just yet.  It smells really really good when you're cooking this part of it.  Oh and don't forget the rice. Run the fork through it again just to make sure it's not sticking. If the water is all gone, taste it and make sure its the right taste--softness to firmness.  If not, add just a touch of water and turn the stove down to low and go back to your onions and stuff.  Use a spatula for this and not a fork. You don't want to scratch the bottom of the pot and forks are nortorious for that. If you want to protect your pops use spatulas for stuff like this. 


Chicken Added



So, space the onions out so the centre of the pot is empty then add the cut up chicken.  Mix them together and let it continue frying.  You want the chicken to get a little bit more colour and to let some of the garlic kind of sink into the meat.  By now your rice is ready, turn off the stove or turn it down REALLY low.

 Mix the chicken some more, don't let it stick, dont let it burn.  Once you are satisfied it has enough colour without burning, add the mixture of bbq sauce etc you mixed earlier with the warm water. Mix it in and cover the put on medium heat. You want the chicken to warm by the water soaking through not re cook. Let it simmer and clean up the mess you just made preparing the meal in the first place. Make a little drink, some tea or something fun. Do not fall asleep lol.



Et voila!



For the gravy, you can either let the water boil down until it's a gravy or if you're afraid you'll let it burn, then just add a ltitle flour to some cold water and drop some into it and mix it in. Don't add too much flour water, this could really make it paste and ick. So here's the final product.







Added some steamed crackers from last night.