To our left, a posse of Joy Scouts takes guitar lessons from a retired monk. (We used to have a troop of Boy Scouts, but when the Boy Scouts decided gays had no place in their ranks, our Scouts decided the organization had no place in our town; they changed their name and continued on.)

My mother instinctively looks at Noah's teeth as she says, "It's a pleasure to meet you." I can't really blame her: she's a dentist, and she can't help doing it.

Гениально!

are at my house, doing each other's homework. We try to do this as often as possible. In much the same way that it's more fun to clean up someone else's room than it is to clean up your own, doing each other's homework is a way to make the homework go faster. Early in our friendship, Tony and I discovered we had similar handwriting. The rest came naturally.
Of course, we go to different schools and have different assignments. That's the challenge.

Kyle is the only straight boy I've ever kissed. (He didn't realize he was straight at the time.)