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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #10 "Darkness and Light" +*+*+*+
Date: 24 Jun 2010 19:03:01 -0500
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The Adventures of Stevie #10
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk, and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina, and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories, because
he isn't here in person. I think.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
Stevie is 11 in this story, which takes place two weeks after story #9
The Adventures of Stevie #10 "Darkness and Light"
Dear Carlos,
I discovered something bad about my mother. She doesn't think very
much, and sometimes she thinks wrong on purpose.
I was outside playing pro wrestling with Doc, and I noticed it was
getting a little dark, and I was supposed to be inside before it was
dark, so I went inside like I was supposed to. Mother yelled at me for
being late because she said it was already dark. I tried to tell her it
looks dark out the window because the lights inside made her eyes
adjust to them, not to the dark, and that outside with my eyes adjusted
for outside, it didn't look very dark at all, so I didn't know she
would think it was time to come in before I did. Eyesight adjusting to
different light is called accommodation. She didn't believe me and
yelled at me for talking back, and made father spank me with his belt.
Between spanks father told me mother hates being wrong so much she gets
really angry and stops her thinking when it happens so she won't have
to believe she made a mistake. He said she doesn't think about what
other people see and feel so she believed I was lying even though I
wasn't. I said that's crazy. He said I should never say that about her
and spanked me more. I think he is a little like her with this idea and
doesn't want to believe she is crazy. Now I want to learn more about
why people think things that are not real because of this, and because
of what Doc said just before this dark thing with mother happened.
Doc is 16 and is very big and strong. He is from a different country
called Sweeten, which makes him Sweetish. His name is short for a long
name I don't remember. He is on the wrestling team in his school. Where
I live most of the kids are my age or younger so he doesn't have kids
here his age to play with. He talks slow, but I think it's because he
thinks in a different language, not because he is dumb, so kids my age
don't want to play with him, and because they are scared he is so big.
I know better. I think he is very smart and thinks a lot, and he would
never hurt anybody. He could hurt me by accident playing, like squash
me flatter than a pancake under a steamroller and not even notice it,
but he never did. I am the only kid here who plays with him.
We were playing wrestling on the grass outside my building. I told him
there was something hard in his front pocket that was poking me. He
laughed and said it was his boner. He said don't worry about it because
it happens a lot to wrestlers when they wrestle. He said all that
rubbing of body parts against each other caused it, and they are
concentrating so hard on wrestling they don't notice it. He said they
learn not to get too embarrassed about it because there is nothing they
can do about it. He said they had to explain it sometimes when other
boys call them bad names because of it, like queer and fag and homo. I
asked why they did that, and here is what he said, with my usual
interruptions.
"You know about what sex is? That a man and a woman who love each
other that special way get married and have kids?"
I said yes.
"Well, men and men sometimes can love each other that way too. So can
women and women. That kind of love is called homosexual. The man and
woman love is called heterosexual. People who love and have sex either
way are called bisexual. Lots of people think homosexuality is wrong
and bad because their religion says so, and some people think it makes
men be like girls, and that it's wrong because of that too, because
stuffy people think other people should be the way they think they
should be and not who they really are or want to be."
I said boys call boys those names because they think those boys act
like girls.
"Right. Those boys try to act manly and they think they can do that
by being bad to boys who they think aren't manly enough."
I said that's stupid! They shouldn't do that. Then I said love is a
good thing, and people should be allowed to love who they want to and
not be punished for it. If nobody gets forced to do what they don't
want to do, and nobody gets hurt, any kind of love and the sex things
which go with it shouldn't be wrong.
"Right again. You really are smart! That's why I like you."
He said that while he was play poking me in my chest. I said I was
smart enough to break his finger if he kept poking me, and we both
laughed.
"There is one more thing about this. What you do doesn't make you who
you are. Lots of boys do sexual things with each other, like jerking
each other off. Even french kissing and other things. They usually do
it just for fun. That doesn't have to mean they are homosexual. A penis
doesn't care whose hand is on it to make it feel good. But because of
what bullies would say about it, and call them names and want to beat
them up, and parents would act crazy about it if they knew their kids
do what they are too embarrassed to remember they did when they were
kids, boys keep it a secret. Remember that if you do it. The bullies do
it in secret too. REALLY secret! Ha ha. When you are older you will
know what kind of special sexual love is right for you. Don't let
anybody try to change that part of you, because it won't work, and
don't do what isn't right for you, even if it's because you want to
make somebody else happy. You have to be YOU, or you can't ever be
really happy."
I said I would remember and thanked him while poking him in his chest
with every word. He laughed and poked me back and we both laughed. Then
we went home when it wasn't really that dark.
I want to learn more about this and why people think so different. What
do you think about it?
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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