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F is for Fabulous.
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I ran all the way home from the ground. The older boys had beaten me up good but I still had the strength to run as far as I could from them.
I knew my mother would be the next one to thrash me for getting beaten up, which was ironical, if you know what I mean. But I had no choice. I couldn't tell her the real reason the boys picked on me...
She would never forgive me. Her only son, her baby boy was a--a. I can't repeat the horrid words they called me. Everything they say is true.
Blood drips on the bright green grass in our yard. I touch my face. A jagged groove on the right side of my mouth aches. The copper taste of blood is almost nostalgic.
Momma's 88' Caddillac sits in the driveway. I swallow the lump in my throat and approach the front door.
I can hear my heart beating inside my ears, blood rushes through my veins like water. My hands on the knob I take a deep breath and turn it. it doesnt budge. I fish my key from my back pocket and insert it one ridge at a time slowly.
Tearing open the door, I try to run for the stairs. I'm paralyzed by a thick cloud of Marlboro smoke. Momma.
She grabs my face, hard. So hard I wince, "Where the hell you been?"
"I--I went up to the ballpark to hit some balls." I stutter.
"I just bet you did. This is the third time this week Shane. You know what I promised right?" ashes fall from her cigarette.
"Yeah, but if you're going to beat me don't do it because you think it will make me like girls. You can beat me until I die momma. What they say is true. You know it, I know it. I'm..."
She holds up her hand shaking her finger rapidly for me to silence.
"Go to your room."
She can't even do it this time. It's official. I feel sort of triumpant, but not really. the look on momma's face says a lot.
That was the day she finally accepted that I am gay. At 15 I knew, she knew, and the older boys knew.
The beatings didn't stop. I would receive many throughout life, defending who I am. I still can't say the "F" word. So, I just replaced it with Fabulous.
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I ran all the way home from the ground. The older boys had beaten me up good but I still had the strength to run as far as I could from them.
I knew my mother would be the next one to thrash me for getting beaten up, which was ironical, if you know what I mean. But I had no choice. I couldn't tell her the real reason the boys picked on me...
She would never forgive me. Her only son, her baby boy was a--a. I can't repeat the horrid words they called me. Everything they say is true.
Blood drips on the bright green grass in our yard. I touch my face. A jagged groove on the right side of my mouth aches. The copper taste of blood is almost nostalgic.
Momma's 88' Caddillac sits in the driveway. I swallow the lump in my throat and approach the front door.
I can hear my heart beating inside my ears, blood rushes through my veins like water. My hands on the knob I take a deep breath and turn it. it doesnt budge. I fish my key from my back pocket and insert it one ridge at a time slowly.
Tearing open the door, I try to run for the stairs. I'm paralyzed by a thick cloud of Marlboro smoke. Momma.
She grabs my face, hard. So hard I wince, "Where the hell you been?"
"I--I went up to the ballpark to hit some balls." I stutter.
"I just bet you did. This is the third time this week Shane. You know what I promised right?" ashes fall from her cigarette.
"Yeah, but if you're going to beat me don't do it because you think it will make me like girls. You can beat me until I die momma. What they say is true. You know it, I know it. I'm..."
She holds up her hand shaking her finger rapidly for me to silence.
"Go to your room."
She can't even do it this time. It's official. I feel sort of triumpant, but not really. the look on momma's face says a lot.
That was the day she finally accepted that I am gay. At 15 I knew, she knew, and the older boys knew.
The beatings didn't stop. I would receive many throughout life, defending who I am. I still can't say the "F" word. So, I just replaced it with Fabulous.
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