Apr 08, 2009 2:38 AM GMT
Here's mine !!! My freshman year of private (christian) acadamy, I had told a guy who i thought was my friend about an old man who made a pass at me over the previous summer. A couple weeks later, I arrived at school and two girls came up to me and asked "how's the old man?. I said "what old man? they proceeded to tell me and show me that this guy I thought to be my friend had written a 4 or 5 page story about how I frequented an old mans house for "queer" sex as he termed it in the story. >>>>>>>>>>>> I approached this story writer Mike about this and he totally denied it, when I went to my loccer later in the day, there was a note from another boy named Allan saying, "the things that will happen to you in the future won't be very pleasant". Well this tore me up a bit more, but i maintained a good front the rest of the day. Next day someone else told me about this same story, so I broke into this Mikes loccer, and stole his notepad where sure enough, there was the story. I skipped school and went to a wooded area, did some crying and tore up the story, and determined to settle the score. Those two made my life hell by jabs about the old man, and my liking 'it' and so on for a few weeks untill I got my fill. We had an school function one evening with a movie where i determined would be my place to settle things.>>>>>>>>>>>> That evening in the middle of the movie one of those two boys turned around after a seen of two guys wrestling and said "get a thrill don't you" When the movie was over, and in a line of several hundred of us leaving, I walked up to the kid and punched him in the face bloodying his nose and breaking his glasses, and told him he'd better never say another word to me. Everyone was stunned, and i walked away like nothing happened, then this Allan came up and dared me to do it again. I was more than happy to ablige, and it so happened that when I walked up to this Mike, he was telling more lies about me to more kids, which really pissed me off. he was quite tall, and I was short, but built like a little bull, so I got on the next step up the staircase from him, said something to him about "are you going to keep your mouth shut about me ?" Then i went to punching his mouth, and knocked out two teeth, and bloodied his nose again. Some of my friends pulled me off of him.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I walked out with cuts on my hand from his teeth and glasses, but quite satisfied that I had taught his mouth a lesson, and was walking to my grandmothers house, and here he came in the Vice principles car sitting in the back seat with his head down and his hands over his mouth. They stopped, eventually the VP talked me into going with him to the principles house. While there the kid started telling more lies and I went after him again in front of the principle. LOL !!! After pulling me off, the principle sent me home to my grandmothers and told me I would pay for Mikes teeth and glasses. I said "on no I won't" and told him he'd better make sure that Mike never said anymore to me, and left. >>>>>>>>>>>> The rest of high school Mike never uttered more than maybe 5 words to me, and believe me, I made it a point and said hello every few weeks at least. >>>>>>>>>>here's the interesting end of the story!!! Both Mike and Alan died of aides, Alan at age 36, and Mike at age 42 back in the 80's. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>So have you or a friend ever been through anything like this where nearly the only way to defend your honor, or physical well being was to pull out your fist? I've often wondered how many other gay guys had trouble like this growing up in high school. or in college.