Kyle Thomas Shea
Bio
Queer Storyteller - native of San Francisco.
I write mostly non-fiction stories based on people and experiences I’ve witnessed. Maybe a tad "jeuged"
Trigger warning! There... I said it.
Stories (11/0)
Losing It.
I was Freshman when I lost my virginity. It was the perfect Friday afternoon in San Francisco. All the fog had cleared and the sky was left with streaks of white clouds against the blue sky. It was also super warm out, it felt like Indian summer had come early. My boyfriend a Senior at the time was so hot, standing about 5‘8, Japanese and White, wearing ripped up vintage tee’s with tight dark blue jeans and combat boots. His name was Max.
By Kyle Thomas Shea4 months ago in Filthy
Awaken
I fell back in love with San Francisco, with you. You helped me close my chapter there and start fresh and new in Los Angeles. I thank the universe for sending me a nice human, a sober human, and an intelligent human with dreams. After I had caused chaos in my own family and tormented those close to me with my own despair, I had a glimmer of hope. And it was you. Sorry to have put all that pressure on you, but I thank you for getting me clean and sober, down to Los Angeles, and leaving me at the perfect time.
By Kyle Thomas Shea5 months ago in Psyche
For Justin.
I was 20 when ‘Grindr’, the Gay Hook-up App became available on the iPhone. No more sketchy back and forth emails with possible catfishes on Craigslist! No sir! It was like a Facebook for gay hookups. It was ELITE! Sign on, upload your photos, choose your position in bed, throw up all your stats with a short bio, and “bloop, bloop, bloop” – messages would come pouring in.
By Kyle Thomas Shea5 months ago in Humans
Ears
Usually on Thursday morning I treat myself to a drip coffee and a chocolate croissant at my favorite place on Sunset Blvd in Silverlake. But on this particular Thursday I had a moment of hesitation since my boss kept pinging me about edits for the pilot we’ve been developing, but I just needed this moment to myself. I’ve been dying to get out of the house to feel the warm December sun, plus Silverlake makes for great people watching. It usually sparks the question, does anyone actually work in LA?
By Kyle Thomas Shea5 months ago in Fiction
Walking in San Francisco.
I always found myself walking around day or night in San Francisco. I liked the way the fog hugged the street lamps, the many different colored houses all squished together, or just any place that I’ve stored a memory in my brain, which was quite frequent being that San Francisco is so fucking small. These walks became my affordable therapy sessions. It was a time for me to visualize and reflect on all the things I had been through lately, how to grow from them, or just a walk to appreciate my home town. And the beauty of it.
By Kyle Thomas Shea5 months ago in Humans
Learning to Drive
If academics wasn’t your thing at George Washington High School there was a way around it. Or it seemed that way. Every year you would get your schedule and teachers would be assigned to you. The was to bag the “easy” teachers, the ones that would give out the answers willingly, or truly didn’t care about teaching.
By Kyle Thomas Shea6 months ago in Confessions
Stella Artois
When I turned 18 not only could I buy cigarettes and I think rent a car? I could also finally have sex with older men, legally. While we didn’t have Grindr quite yet, we had the next best trashiest thing. Craigslist. You’re probably wondering how the hell did a 18 year old know about the personal adds on Craigslist?
By Kyle Thomas Shea6 months ago in Filthy
Thank you SO much.
It’s 2011 holiday season at GAP. I’m working the women’s sales floor and things are just peachy. There’s about 300 go backs, clothes are flying everywhere & I’m coked out from the night before, unbothered, and scrolling for my next hookup on Grindr.
By Kyle Thomas Shea6 months ago in Humans
Fitting in.
We were all in the kitchen at night time, Tanner (oldest bro), Erin (oldest sis), KT (twin sis), and I. I’m pretty sure this was during some sort of family gathering because why else would the kids be hiding away in the kitchen? So like usual Tanner comes up with a game. He probes Erin on the idea that it would be a laughing riot if they tried to fit one of the twins into the oven. Erin agrees, grinning in her multicolor braces. By this time in Erin’s life, she truly didn’t care if Tanner tormented us. She was considered our full time babysitter, a role put on her by our parents without refusal so of course she had a vindictive spirit. Also, Tanner had once tormented her so it was nice to have the roles reversed.
By Kyle Thomas Shea6 months ago in Families
