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Junk: Sequel to Vintage Toys for Lucky Boys
Junk: Sequel to Vintage Toys for Lucky Boys
Junk: Sequel to Vintage Toys for Lucky Boys
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Junk: Sequel to Vintage Toys for Lucky Boys

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“Junk” is the term Randy uses to describe the contents of innumerable storage boxes strewn about his boyfriend Max’s living room, dining room, and even bedroom.

All this “junk” is merchandise. Max and Randy deal in antiques and ephemera. The problem is that it's everywhere.

Max is too emotionally attached to sell a lot of it, and Randy's starting to think material possessions mean more to Max than he does... just when he needs Max’s support the most: at the crux of Randy’s transition from female to male.

A Gay Transgender Holiday Romance

LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 18, 2015
ISBN9781513030869
Junk: Sequel to Vintage Toys for Lucky Boys

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Junk - G.R. Richards

Junk

A Gay Transgender Holiday Romance

By G.R. Richards

Why do you want to change your name? Print all the reasons.

Randy stared at the clump of jumbled letters on the page.  He really had to focus in order to make them into words again.  Seven sections to fill out.  The application was twenty pages long.  He squinted at the blank lines waiting to be filled.

So, why did Randy want to change his name?  He sighed before putting pen to paper. I am transgender and I no longer wish to be known by my female name.  I want to live the rest of my life as a man, and be addressed by my male name in all government communications.

I am transgender.  He’d never written those words on paper before.  They looked funny.  Should he have put transsexual instead?  That might sound more medical, make it seem like there would be some horrible health impact if the government didn’t grant his request.  Maybe he should write more.  Should he?  No, it was fine the way it was.  Max was always telling him to maintain a positive outlook.

Transitioning from female to male seemed like a good reason for a name change, to Randy.  Seemed like a good reason to his mother, and to Max too, but the government made the final decision.

Boy, was he ever lucky to have such a supportive mom, not to mention a boyfriend who fully accepted him as a guy.  Randy smiled at the application form.  This was the first step to being formally acknowledged as the man he knew he was.  How could he not be happy?

The bells on the shop door jingled downstairs, and Randy’s heart jumped into his throat.  Shit!  Max was back from the market already!  He thought he’d have more time to work on this thing, but Max’s feet were already thumping up the staircase.  Randy considered cramming his application beneath the couch cushions, but he didn’t want them getting crumpled.  Where could he hide a stack of paper?

Pulling last month’s Men’s Health from the floor, Randy jammed his forms at the back.  He tossed the magazine to the ground and picked up his laptop from the coffee table just as Max hit the top step.

I saw that, Max said, laughing.  Randy’s hunka-hunka burning bleach blond boyfriend traipsed into the kitchen with a big black shopping bag in each hand.  Reading magazines when you’re supposed to be getting the website up and running?  For shame!

Randy could tell from the chuckle in Max’s voice that he was joking.  Still, he didn’t want Max thinking he was being a lazy ass.  Randy had taken on the task of expanding Max’s bricks-and-mortar antiques business into the cyber sphere, and the race was on to get the job done in time for the Christmas rush. There was no time for lounging on the couch, reading about core strength exercises.

Setting his computer back on the coffee table, Randy picked up the magazine and walked to the second-floor kitchen.  There was another kitchen downstairs, in back of the shop, but that one was stacked with papers and other assorted junk.  In fact, pretty much every inch of this house was packed with Max’s treasures.  The mess made Randy claustrophobic.

I wasn’t reading a magazine, Randy said as Max loaded up the fridge.  He let the papers fall into his hand from between glossy pages.  "I’m trying to fill out my name change forms, but it’s taking forever. There’s so much repetition. Some of it’s straightforward, but then there’s stuff about liens

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