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 (13/0)
Chasing Shea
We were floating together in the pool. You both had just gotten married and we were surrounded by people who loved your love the most. You held hands, smiling in pure ecstasy, as the sun set on you, and povi sang your tune; you took deep breaths into your next chapter.
By Kyle Thomas Shea2 years ago in Humans
Cherries on Fire
In this very moment, the subtle glow of a street lamp is the only thing keeping me safe. It’s a reminder that outside of this room exists a reality that isn’t the one I’m currently living. If it were to shut off, I would be swallowed up by the darkness of this room. By his darkness.
By Kyle Thomas Shea2 years ago in Psyche
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 Shea2 years 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 Shea2 years 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 Shea2 years 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 Shea2 years 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 Shea2 years 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 Shea2 years ago in Confessions
Stella Artois
When I turned 18 not only could I buy cigarettes and rent a car, I could finally have sex with older men, legally. Back then we didn’t have such genius apps like Grindr or Scruff where ordering a man was similar to ordering food, “add spice, no fat, double meat”. We had the next best trashiest thing, Craigslist. For those who know you’re probably wondering how the fuck did a 18 year old boy know about the personal adds on Craigslist?
By Kyle Thomas Shea2 years 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 Shea2 years ago in Humans
