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Reporting to my new job in Oregon, working for the U.S. Forestry Department 28 miles from the nearest paved road. I arrived to the lookout station #43, a three man post to watch for fires, a place where they send the new and younger guys as the seasoned Rangers don’t like the isolation. I parked and went into the small Ranger station and found a stocky guy looking at maps and talking on the radio, he held up one finger to me and finished up his radio chatter. You must be Chris he said as he turned toward me extending his hand, I’m Todd, good to have you here. You can bring in your gear and use that end bunk as he pointed to the door near the cast iron fireplace. Jeff is up on the tower on lookout and will be down soon for lunch, his bed is the center one and I am on the far side. I unpacked and put away my uniforms and gear when Jeff came in from the watch tower for lunch. I went to meet him, a 23 year old skinny guy with dark hair and killer eyes. Hi Jeff, I am Chris. Jeff flashe...

I’ve lived on the streets since my parents disowned me at the age of 17. They found me looking at a gay web site online and after much yelling and questions from my mother I told her that I was gay, it has been six months since then and the money I had is long gone. I usually hang out near the men’s shelter, working when I can cutting lawns and odd jobs for cash to eat. I tell people who ask that I live nearby and am saving for a car. Most of the time I sleep in the overgrown portion of county park, way in the back. It was a weekday and I had to wait until after 3 pm to start asking to cut lawns so as not to raise any questions on why I was not in school. Knocking on about twenty doors before someone let me use their mower to cut their lawn. I do it for such a low price hoping that I will get more work and people will ask less questions. After a few minutes of work I took off my tee shirt hanging it on the fence when a kid named Josh, about my age came out and offered me a bottle of...