<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>M- Latex on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/m-latex/</link><description>Recent content in M- Latex on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/m-latex/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>If Things could go this way...</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/if-things-could-go-this-way.../</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/if-things-could-go-this-way.../</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;*
&lt;strong&gt;If things could
go this way&amp;hellip;&lt;/strong&gt;
by Chryslerman&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let me start with a small history. I grew up in a very religious household,
and knew by the time I was 14 or 15 that I was different. I knew I liked
being in various bondage positions and knew that I liked men, and had a
slightly feminine side. I had a friend that I met when I turned 15, she
was 4 years older than me, and had graduated the year before. Our parents
were friends and we got along as really good friends too. As I grew up,
she and I could spend time together without there being any sexual tension,
so it was inevitable that we got together and got married.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>