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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Date: 1 Oct 2010 20:13:01 -0500
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The Adventures of Stevie #49
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 12 in this story. It is Spring of year 2 of his special
school.
The Adventures of Stevie #49 "Talk with Kit"
Dear Carlos,
School will be ending for the year soon. I wanted to talk with Kit
about some things. Before I tell you about that, I should tell you
about the security we have in school. Every way into the building is
locked and barred, and has alarms too. There are armed guards. Nobody
can get in without a pass. That's what they think. What happens to your
own security when you train geniuses in security? I think some of the
guards suspect some students of doing some things we aren't supposed to
do, which we don't tell them or the staff, but they won't tell unless
they can't avoid it, because I asked them not to, after one of the
other students asked me to. Some of the students, like Chad, and some
of the staff, like Kit and Dr. Knot, know my father is on the Board,
and know he is in charge of our security too. The guards are paid by
the school, but father hires and fires them, and sometimes they work
for him with different jobs outside the school. There is one more
thing. The guards like me. Students and other staff are not supposed to
talk to with the guards unless they have to. Their jobs are boring. I
felt sorry for them. I talk with them whenever I want to, if nobody
else is around to see it. I would talk to them anyway. I like people.
All this is why they do whatever I want them to do, if it won't get
them in too much trouble.
I asked Kit to schedule a private talk with me. The next afternoon we
went into a room we use for small groups. I asked the guard in the
hallway to help us keep it private. I knew he would. I told Kit that.
There is a couch in the room, and a conference table and chairs. I
dragged him to the couch. We sat together. I hugged him and said, "I
have a problem I need to talk to you about." He said "What is it?" I
said "I want to be bisexual and I think I'm not going to be," and I
cried and hugged him. My head was against his chest, so I didn't see
how surprised his face must of looked, but showed in his voice when he
said, "This is a first. I've never heard of anybody ever actually
WANTING to be a bisexual. Why do you want to be one, and why do you
think you won't be, and why does that make you cry?" I told him "A lot
of my best friends are gay, and I love doing sexual things with them.
It feels good, and it's fun, and I LOVE making them feel good and be
happy, but I don't have gay feelings, just straight ones."
He said "Tell me more about those feelings." I said "Looking at naked
boys doesn't make me sexually excited except when I think about doing
sexual things with him. When I just THINK of what girls look like, even
if I don't see them, my monster practically busts my zipper. I can hug
a boy and not stab him, no matter how nice he looks. A pretty girl is
going to get severely poked. I know, from being with Debbie in camp. We
wanted to dance close together, but my monster insisted on keeping us a
little more apart than we wanted. Yes I know that's funny. You can
laugh." He did a little. I said, "If I have to choose between being
with Debbie, or another girl I feel the same way about, and Chad or the
other boys I have loved for a long time, Debbie has to be my choice,
even though I knew her only a few weeks. There has to be something
wrong with me. I want to love boys sexually just as much as girls. Can
you help? Do you know anybody who can help?"
Kit hugged me tight. He said "I'm so sorry you have this kind of
trouble. I'm more sorry to tell you there is nothing anyone can do
about it. You are sexually who you are, and that's all there is to it.
You can learn about it, and hopefully accept it, but you can't change
it to be the way you want it to be." I said "I thought you would say
that, but hearing it from you makes it more real, and being close to
you at the same time makes me feel not so bad. I hope you won't be
upset I used you." He laughed and said, "No problem. Use me like this
anytime you need to. I love you, and this is what love is for." We
snuggled.
"Kit, I have another problem." He said "Oh?" I said "I want to have
real sex with a girl, but my monster would kill any girl my age." He
said, "That IS a problem," and poked my monster as if it were something
he never saw before. We giggled a little. He said "There are 2
possibilities I'm sure you have already thought of. You can wait until
you are old enough so the girls your age, then, wouldn't be injured by
your ahem, dangerous weapon, which still might happen, or you could
find an older woman who has already had big lovers, who likes young
boys too, to be your lover. I think that kind of woman is very rare,
and would be VERY hard to find, without getting yourself slapped silly
after asking them." I said sadly, "Right." He said, "So you have a new
project to work on. It might be interesting research." He grabbed my
monster gently, and shook it like IT was going to do the research, and
I grabbed his monster too. We just sat there like that for a while. I
said, "But I can still have good times with my friends. Sometimes I
need to more than other times, when I feel bad. This is one of my need
to times." He got the hint. We made each other, for the first time,
feel very good. I really do love my friends.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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