And I lived in Brazil until I was 14 years
old. And while I was there, I came to realize that I had always been
homosexual. There was NO traumatic experience like being molested that
turned me gay! I had always since I can remember only been interested
in male anatomy-- girls had NEVER interested me, and I know for a fact
that I have been gay ever since I was born! For whatever reason...
I
was home schooled by my mother with Calverts Correspondence Course
until 8th grade, when I came back to the States to live with my
grandparents for 8th grade before I went into a private Christian high
school. And when I was in Brazil, since I was 8 years old I had played
around seXually with the Brazilian boys and Indians who were my friends.
And there was no stigma attached to that, and I am sure that all those
boys who masturbated with me have turned out to be upstanding citizens
with families. Or gay radicals! Or so I hope... ;-)
But
when I got into 8th grade in Wall Township schools in New Jersey, I got
hit with culture shock! I had never heard ANY American dirty words! I
did not know the meaning of "fuck" or "shit" or "piss" or "faggot"!
And I had never been in a gym class, and I did not know any
calisthenics, or their names. And I was mocked out SOOOO bad in gym
class! I HATED gym! All I had ever played was soccer, and these
American boys did not even know about it!
And
one of the boys in my class, who was a very good cartoonist, and my main
bullier, started writing a cartoon strip every day about me which our
teacher allowed him to show to the other students. It was called
"Crispy and the Jungle Bunnies," and it showed me surrounded by a bunch
of cartoon-stereotyped African natives with bones tied in their hair
around a big pot over a fire boiling a missionary in a pith helmet.
And
there was one other bullied kid in my class, who was also gay I think,
and they called him "Sclipse", because the cartoonist said he had big
lips, although he was a white kid. And he made a story about us, Crispy
versus Sclipse in the Battle of the Jungle Bunnies", and every day the
kids in the class would follow it, as did the teacher!
Actually,
it would have been quite interesting, if I were not the one being
mocked! But one day, I happen to mention to my tormentor that I
collected stamps. And he said he liked stamps, too. And we began to
compare our stamp collections, and brought stamps to school.
Then
one day, after we were in the showers after gym class, that kid asked
me to stay when the others had left. And he started to jack off, and he
got it hard, and he asked me to play with his dick. And I was totally
paranoid that we would get caught, but my sexual urge overcame that, and
I jacked him off in the showers that day.
And after that, there was no more cartoon strip. And we became friends, and I was not bullied any more!
From
that incident in 8th grade, I have come to realize that sometimes those
who bully other kids just do so out of envy, and they wish to be as
free as they are. And I am dedicated to fighting bullying in all walks
of life! Because we are all the same! And from that kid who bullied
me, I took my internet name, Crispy!
Your friend,
crispy2
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