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The Sacrifice
The Sacrifice Salvation Army Camp Keystone, somewhere in south Florida, June, 1973' I was fourteen. negro boys all much bigger than , grabbed from behind, dragged behind an wooden building, jerked my pants down. . . ripped my shirt off, and , taking turns doing so. There was a baseball tournament going on, and I wasn't into sports, so I stayed behind in the bunkhouse to read a book while my bunkmates played. The had watched me walking on the balls of my feet since I arrived a week ago, and came to the conclusion that I was queer. Queer boys needed to be taught to fly right and walk like everybody else! big black cocks penetrated that afternoon, while the band played religious songs in the background and the<b> christian </font></b>god was busy watching the game. There was blood on the ground, semen in my asshole, dirt all over my body covering the bruises on my arms and legs when a counselor happened by, saw what was going on and came my rescue about an hour too late. In the end the black boys were sent home early, the scene cleaned up, I was given new clothes, and the incident went unreported, unrecorded anywhere, except in my soul, where it cannot be erased. For decades afterward I hated black people with a white-hot passion, especially negro males. . . . I'm still not comfortable around them. The nightmares still continue for me, albeit sporadically, not as intensely as before; I guess the human soul can take a licking and still keep ticking. Still, aside from my last wedding, I've never set foot inside a church since that day, and I flip off Salvation Army vehicles and people whenever I run across them. The<b> christian </font></b>god demands its sacrifices, I get that, but a fourteen year BOY'S INNOCENCE? And life, as they say, goes ever onward. . . . . |
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6/22/2021 1:51 am |
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. To quote the great Elton John; "I'm still standing!".
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