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I glanced at Dolan and realized things were about to get delightfully homoerotic.

Karen spun the dial of the Twister board and watched as Dolan and I stretched and rubbed against each other. It seemed a bit voyeuristic for her, and the homosexual undertones far outweighed the awkward silences between each spin at least for me. As Dolan and I decided it might be time to call it a night at p. A thirty-minute tour through his wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling VHS tape collection followed.

It felt like an episode of Hoarders come to life, but unfortunately no piles of garbage collapsed on me to put me out of my misery. This resulted in a lot of overselling on my part.

Thank you, you really get me! For my tenth birthday, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Coincidentally, this was the year that I decided that it was finally time to become cool. I did a bit of research on the playground to figure out what all my hip peers were into, and I found that, overwhelmingly, everyone loved yo-yos. After handing out my birthday invitations to every boy in my class, I discreetly let it be known that if anyone was in need of a gift idea, I was in the market for a new yo-yo.

On the day of my party, all thirteen boys showed up with gift bags about the same weight and size, overflowing with tissue paper, and I knew I was poised to be the next coolest kid in school. As I opened the bags, I feigned surprise at each and every yo-yo, but my mom was far from convinced. My mom, Jackie, exclaimed while cutting the cake, exposing me as a fraud in front of all of my fifth-grade friends. The next day, she made me return each and every yo-yo to the kiosk in the mall.

A greedy ascent followed by an unspooling free fall; like the yo-yo itself, so went my social status. As far as I was concerned—and I very much was—Andrew was the most popular kid and biggest trendsetter at Dibble Elementary School. Sorry, Lance. He single-handedly made WWJD bracelets a fashion staple.

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No matter what his choices were, the entire school trusted his judgment and taste. This was someone I spent years trying to impress. Getting an invite to his birthday? Looks like I had finally done something right! They called ahead to let Mrs. McGonigle know that during the four-wheeling portion of the party, I was to wait inside like a sickly child on a snow day.

In fifth grade, a kid in my class named Donny had a birthday approaching.

Oh, and he was a Wiccan, did I mention that? The guest list was exclusive, as he was planning a movie theater excursion, and a limited number of tickets had already been downloadd.

During the weeks leading up to his birthday, Donny became drunk with power. For the smallest infractions, he breezily disinvited guests and redistributed their tickets accordingly. I was already terrified to cross him, fearing a Wiccan hex or curse. Now, with the added threat of being exiled from free popcorn and the new Disney film, Dinosaur, it was like I was walking on eggshells.

After those two weeks of treading delicately, I made the final cut and was able to attend. That day, I decided that going forward, no birthday party is worth that level of stress just to get an invite. While I was growing up, the most frightening birthday parties were the ones hosted at Chuck E.

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Cheese is a fictional, human-size mouse who owns a pizza arcade. The band is what nightmares are made of. The robotic band jerks to and fro murderously, as they perform deceptively innocent songs akin to Kidz Bop. In middle school, birthdays became all about party games, or, should I say, game: spin the bottle. Even though I had a few girlfriends throughout my middle-school years, I was far from wanting to make out with them, and if I ever did, it was with boys in mind. Maybe at my next birthday.

Since , my birthday has coincided with Playlist Live, a Florida-based convention with thousands of screaming tweens hoping to meet their favorite YouTubers. My channel grew a bit more every year, as did the opportunities offered to me during conventions. From getting a chance to speak on panels and being interviewed onstage to receiving an invite as a guest, I felt like I was actually becoming a YouTuber.

Every year, more and more people began to come up to me to wish me a happy birthday. These were by far the best gifts I could ever have asked for.

This year, with Playlist Live happening a month early, my birthday weekend was free, and I had two options: fear the possibility of what could go wrong and just not celebrate, or take a chance and live it up. So I rented out a roller rink, bought out an entire wig store, and threw the biggest drunk, roller-skating, wig birthday extravaganza the world has ever seen. The older I get, the more I realize what a gift a true friend is.

I vividly remember my first glimpse of adult content. My cousin was in either a goth or a Juggalo phase; my uncle had a mustache and often asked family members to pull his finger whenever he had to fart; Peanut was a balding poodle; and my grandma spent all day on her new computer sending e-cards to distant relatives.

In between levels, he looked at me and asked the question that turns every boy into a man: Wanna see some boobs? My time had come. He closed the doorway beads that separated his carpeted room from the linoleum kitchen, to give us a little more privacy. Quietly, he fished out a magazine from the laundry basket. Sitting on the edge of his bed, we opened up this holy scripture, and I sat in awe.

In between pages of articles and advertisements, I saw it all—big-breasted women in lace outfits, spread-eagled and grinning.

We flipped through the pages in silence until one particular picture, small and in the corner, caught my eye. There she was, a literal goddess—naked, poised, and perfect. The picture was taken from above, she was on her back, just her face showing, making smoldering eye contact with the camera. Her entire aura communicated one clear and unified message to eight-year-old Tyler Oakley: envy me, you closeted, little gay boy languishing in small-town Michigan—for I have everything you could ever desire.

It was undeniably true, she had it all. I most admired this woman not due to her flawless complexion or flowing hair, though both looked amazing—but because she had literally a dozen dicks coming at her from every angle. It was as though she were beset by a school of inquisitive lampreys. Google it, I once had to dissect one.

The band is what nightmares are made of. The robotic band jerks to and fro murderously, as they perform deceptively innocent songs akin to Kidz Bop. In middle school, birthdays became all about party games, or, should I say, game: Even though I had a few girlfriends throughout my middle-school years, I was far from wanting to make out with them, and if I ever did, it was with boys in mind. Maybe at my next birthday. Since , my birthday has coincided with Playlist Live, a Florida-based convention with thousands of screaming tweens hoping to meet their favorite YouTubers.

My channel grew a bit more every year, as did the opportunities offered to me during conventions. From getting a chance to speak on panels and being interviewed onstage to receiving an invite as a guest, I felt like I was actually becoming a YouTuber. Every year, more and more people began to come up to me to wish me a happy birthday. My birthdays at YouTube conventions gave me so many first encounters with creators I respect so much: These were by far the best gifts I could ever have asked for.

This year, with Playlist Live happening a month early, my birthday weekend was free, and I had two options: So I rented out a roller rink, bought out an entire wig store, and threw the biggest drunk, roller-skating, wig birthday extravaganza the world has ever seen.

The older I get, the more I realize what a gift a true friend is. I vividly remember my first glimpse of adult content. My cousin was in either a goth or a Juggalo phase; my uncle had a mustache and often asked family members to pull his finger whenever he had to fart; Peanut was a balding poodle; and my grandma spent all day on her new computer sending e-cards to distant relatives.

In between levels, he looked at me and asked the question that turns every boy into a man: Wanna see some boobs? My time had come. He closed the doorway beads that separated his carpeted room from the linoleum kitchen, to give us a little more privacy.

Quietly, he fished out a magazine from the laundry basket. Sitting on the edge of his bed, we opened up this holy scripture, and I sat in awe. In between pages of articles and advertisements, I saw it all—big-breasted women in lace outfits, spread-eagled and grinning.

We flipped through the pages in silence until one particular picture, small and in the corner, caught my eye. There she was, a literal goddess—naked, poised, and perfect. The picture was taken from above, she was on her back, just her face showing, making smoldering eye contact with the camera. Her entire aura communicated one clear and unified message to eight-year-old Tyler Oakley: It was undeniably true, she had it all.

I most admired this woman not due to her flawless complexion or flowing hair, though both looked amazing—but because she had literally a dozen dicks coming at her from every angle. It was as though she were beset by a school of inquisitive lampreys. Google it, I once had to dissect one.

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I gawked at the picture of the unforgivably selfish dick hoarder, and I held firm to the pages while my cousin tried to flip to the next.

She was in heaven, and I was high on just her fumes. I knew, then and there, with the Battletoads music droning in the background, what my dreams were for this life and who I was meant to be. With an abrupt clattering, the door beads divided and my grandma shuffled in—as both of us scrambled to hide the goods. Grandma Oakley knew what was up, demanded the contraband, and began screaming in exasperation.

I sat, dazed, thinking about the ineffable, otherworldly Goddess of Dick. I could not unsee what I had seen. My time with the magazine may have been short, but it left a permanent impression: I needed to see more penis.

Another pre-Internet porn experience was during a family visit to Canada. Side note: Seriously, so fucked up. Anyway, back to porn. I was visiting family and friends, and having a slumber party with one of their kids. He was impossibly cool—he skateboarded and downloaded music illegally with Napster. I was in awe of how much of a badass he was. For some reason, I thought I could impress him by claiming that I had the power to tell if a girl was a slut.

To call my bluff, he busted out a Hustler magazine filled with solo shots of dozens of girls. He then made me go page by page, labeling each girl as either a slut or not a slut—for what felt like hundreds of pages.

My heart was pounding because I was sure that this page-by-page test would not only prove my claim false, but also expose me as gay. That day, I learned that with slut-shaming comes instant karma. While you were online, nobody could use the phone. Not very discreet for private browsing, and far from fast—so video clips were out of the question.

If you wanted to see dick, you literally searched penis , and that was about as good as it got. Thus, I discovered erotic fiction. I found a website with tons of stories, ranging from embellished nonfiction to outright fantasy, detailing sexcapades with words like throbbing and turgid , in which every person was six feet three inches, muscular, and blessed with a chiseled jaw. You could sort by tons of categories such as college and athletic, and I let my mind run wild.

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All stories were user submitted, and at the age of twelve, I felt accomplished enough in my English classes to submit my own fantasy. So I guess this book is technically my second time getting published.

I remember the one story I read repeatedly growing up was called something along the lines of Fratguys Whip Out a Ruler. It was a tale for a simpler time, chronicling four college bros who wrestle in their dorm room until they get understandably curious about who is packing the most heat. After reading that masterpiece, twelve-year-old Tyler Oakley began furiously studying for the ACT and was getting accepted to college no matter the cost.

Even though I had only limited hours to use the dial-up Internet, I managed to save dozens of stories to my computer, expertly disguised as homework files—easily accessible, yet undetectable.

Mom and Dad, if you ever saw me working on something labeled Science Essay —now you know, sorry.

When my Internet connection got a bit better, I moved on to browsing official porn websites. One day, I was hanging out in the office while my mom was on the computer and, out of nowhere, screams from the desk chair.

Worse, my brother ran into the room, cackling, as my mom frantically attempted to shield us from the oversize meat tube terrorizing our peaceful home. Why is this happening to us?! This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?

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