Kyle Thomas Shea
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.