The Adventures of Stevie #27
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.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 11 in this story, and it happens between year 1 of summer
camp, and year 2 of special school.
The Adventures of Stevie #27 "Telling Part"
Dear Carlos,
I'm home now and it's different. I was the only kid here who went to
camp, so they lived without me for a while and now they have to get
used to me being here again. A new me. I think I changed. I know we all
change all the time, and kids change the most when they are growing up,
but I think camp really changed me. I hope it means I'm better. Kit was
right! I learned things about people I never would have if I didn't go,
and I learned about me too.
Everybody wanted to know all about the camp, so we all got together
in the living room and I told them most of it, but not the sexual
stuff. I think Doc is right about that. I showed them what I made and
drew. I told them about the animals and baseball and things. I tried to
make it funny. It worked. They laughed. I told them about the kids, and
about Jeremy being there, and about my new friend Chad. When I
finished, father said we could go and play but signaled me to stay.
Father showed a little surprise Jeremy was there, and he wanted to know
more about Chad. I told them.
When I told them about the rain and that Chad had to sleep in my
cabin and in my bed, they looked interested. I told them I didn't want
that at first because I didn't think I could get to sleep that way, but
because I was the smallest and had the most room, it was fair he should
sleep with me. I told them about Chad's nightmares and how I rubbed his
back to get him to sleep. Mother looked worried at that. She said "Is
that the only place you rubbed him?" I knew what she meant, but I
played innocent and said "Yes. Do you think I should have rubbed him
someplace else?" She looked like she wanted to say something more but
couldn't figure out how. I played with her some more, saying, "It
worked very well. Each time he went back to sleep before my arm got
tired." Mother looked more irritated than usual. Father looked the same
as always, but signaled warning. I decided to tease her some more with
"I stayed up all night watching for him to wake up, so I could help him
get back to sleep fast. He needed help, and it felt good to help. It's
good to help people, don't you think?" I could see mother wanted to
find something to yell about and punish me for not giving her a reason
to be mean. I thought that was very funny.
I decided to make it better by telling them all about Debbie, which I
didn't tell them when the other kids were listening. I wasn't looking
to be teased about having a girlfriend. Mother looked approval at me
and even smiled at me. That was VERY unusual. Father noticed I felt
angry about that. He signaled we could talk about it later. I didn't
need to. I will tell you why. My parents tried to raise us kids with no
prejudices against any kind of people. It worked with me, but not
because my parents didn't have any prejudices, but because they did,
and tried to convince us and themselves they didn't. That confusion and
self lying told me without them having to say it, how bad and stupid
prejudice is. Mother said before, being homosexual wasn't bad, and they
were not bad people, but she really didn't want me to be one. REALLY
didn't. I could see that plain as the usual mean look on her face,
which she never knew she had.
I told father later, "I am too young to know which sexual I am going
to be. I have to wait for puberty to find out, but right now I like all
kinds of people. It could mean I might become some kind of bisexual,
and if that happened I wouldn't have any problem with it." He said he
would support me no matter what, but I shouldn't tell mother if I
turned out to be gay, as long as I lived with her. I agreed. I told him
"I'm not going to have real sex with anybody until my growing up
catches up with the size of my penis, but I am going to hug and kiss,
and maybe touch in fun places, anybody I want to, who wants me to." He
said I shouldn't let mother or the other kids catch me at it, and he
would trust me to be careful not to cause trouble with what I did. I
said I would do my best. I know better than to promise something for
the future I couldn't control all by myself. So did father.
School will start in a little while. I have a lot of reading to do to
get ready for it. I like to study all the course stuff before they
start, so I don't have to cary the books around. They are heavy! We
learn about 50 college courses a year. More if we finish some of them
early, because we learn them as fast as we want to. If I added up all
the books for a school year, I think they would weigh more than 3 times
what I do. Maybe 4. I wish I were stronger! That reminds me I need to
practice fighting. I didn't do enough at camp. I don't want Sensei to
be disappointed with me, and really not Tommy. I'm going to ask father
to get Tommy's telephone number so I can call him and ask him to help
me practice before school starts. I think you know that's not the only
reason. What do you think Tommy will think?
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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