Stephen's Private Blog #6
These stories about Stephen began was when he was 10 years old, and
moving to a new part of the country to attend a special school for
gifted students, in the 1950's. 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. He wrote
225 of them to a friend. He stopped writing to his penpal, but found he
still wanted to record his life, in case he lost his memory again, and
wrote 30 entries in his first logbook. Now he is writing to an
artificial intelligence called Geenee, in the master computer in his
school for gifted students, which he started attending in 2016.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stephen is 11 in this story, in the Spring of year 1 of his special
school.
Stephen's Private Blog #6 "He Loves Me?"
Dear Geenee,
I'm real poplar around school now. It's a little more than I like,
but the reason is a lot more fun than being too smart or too psychic,
so I'll take it and like it. I still can't squirt yet, but it's not for
lack of trying. Twice a day I have a little party in my room at school,
with different sets of kids, and we mix boys and girls, and different
orientations. We don't care about different ages, as long as nobody
plays favorites and everybody has fun. I told Scholar Pete all about
it, and he likes the rules I made, and said if there are any problems I
can't handle, to come to him about them. None yet. I don't think it's
needed, but they know I will close the room if anybody causes a
problem. They know I can do without it, because I can have friends for
sleepovers, but they are only boys. That's disappointing because I like
girls, but it's the house rule. Boys can't have girls for sleepovers.
It's the gay boys who do the best things to me. They like it as much
as the girls do, and try just as hard, but I think it's because they
have the same equipment so they know what feels best on themselves,
which makes them better at it. Except for that, I don't have a
preference. I like and love everybody. I think of all of them like
family, and they know it and like me as a person a lot for it. They
really are good people. I'm very lucky to know them. They don't mind
that at all when I tell them.
Sleepovers are wonderful. We like to have 2 at a time, so Ichi and I
can each have one. Ichi likes the gay boys best for that, because they
do more things he likes. I just like them all, so I don't care who it
is who wants me to sleep in his arms. Love is all which matters to me.
The straight boys know that, and really like me for it. We are all used
to kissing each other, and being naked, so the nudist part of being
with me isn't unusual. The straight boys were awkward at first, because
they weren't used to feeling love for boys, but soon found out they
liked it, and it didn't change how they felt about girls. I don't know
which way I am yet, and I don't care. It's all a lot of great fun. I'm
VERY happy.
I'm popular a little in school too, for a different reason. I help
teach the smaller kids martial arts and dance, and I help explain math
problems to students who need help with it. Both of those things
started by accident. I saw kids needing help, so I gave it to them
without thinking. The teachers saw it and liked what I did, and made it
official. It's work, but I like helping people.
Something different happened in the sleepover last night. Mark is 12
and 1/2, and knows he is gay. He has slept over 3 times, and always
with me, and not Ichi. He won't come over unless it's with me. Last
night in the bed in the dark, I had a whispered conversation with him.
I said "It's not right for you to sleep here with just me. Ichi is my
brother, and is just as important here as I am, to our guests. It's not
fair you don't like him. I don't like him to feel bad about that." Mark
cried and hugged me tight, and said, "It's not that I don't like him,
it's that I'm in love with YOU." I said "That doesn't make it right to
make my brother feel bad. I don't know about being in love. I just know
I love all of you. I think sharing love is good, and I don't like it
when somebody won't do that here. It's alright that you love me, but
that doesn't make you hate Ichi, does it?" He said "No, I like him as a
person." I said "And he likes you. If you want to visit, you can't play
favorites. I love him, and I love you, but I live with him, so my
priority for your and his happiness has to be with him. Do you
understand?" He said "Yes. You've explained it very well. I see what
you mean. I'm sorry what I feel caused a problem. I'll try to do
better." We hugged and kissed some more, and Mark whispered, "If you
intended to make me love you less with that, it had the opposite
affect. I love and respect you even more." I said "Sheesh!" We both
shook with silent laughter, which feels very good when you are hugging
somebody you love in bed.
Goodbye for now,
Stephen
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Grant
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