In article <v6aha65cmplsrcka1uprtfksj2gu7havii@4ax.com>, HMS Victor
Victorian <victorvictorian@hushunomail.com> wrote:
> On 1 Oct 2010 20:13:01 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
>
> >
> >
> >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
>
>
> Hello, Grant.
>
> Things have been relatively quiet here for you and your endeavours,
> lately, so I would like to say I've enjoyed your serial stories of
> Stephen (3s's!). My motivation in saying this is, in great part I
> confess, selfish, insomuch as I have attempted to measure up to your
> efforts with a little tale of my own, and equally hope for interest
> and comment of others!
>
> Putting that aside, in my first attempt at writing in more than some
> thirty years, I am reminded again as to how emotionally and physically
> draining the craft is ... for it is very much painting with words,
> with a palette holding greater than two-hundred-and-fifty-thousand
> hues of paint!
>
> So, again, thank you for all your effort.
>
> V
> God Save the Queen.
> God Bless the Prince of Wales.
> God Preserve the Windsors.
> Rule Britannia!
You're welcome.
Sorry I didn't notice your post before.
I think we get more email then posted notice for our things here. Some
people don't like to look like they are taking sides in fights and
such.
I'm sorry about your drainage problem. It's not one of mine. Writing is
fun for me, except when I'm correcting most of my mistakes.
You are doing much more work than I am, with your pictures and
presentations. I'm only reading the text posts, for security reasons. I
have read your first 3, and I like them, after heavy use of Google to
find out what some of the expressions mean. I will read more when I get
time. My new job gives me a lot of work to do.
"two-hundred-and-fifty-thousand" is a lot. I've only written up to
#182, and I'm not even writing in color. LOL
Have fun writing, and do it a lot. For us.
--
Grant
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