My name is Robert L. Drake, I'm 16 and I'm gay.
You have no idea how hard was to come to it. Well, first don't ask me what the L. is. I refuse to answer. It's really lame, so I don't bother to tell what it means. It comes from family, and since I don't have a family anymore, it doesn't matter.
You see, my folks are kind of close-minded. Well, you pick Sam for example. He is from Kentucky. His folks are southerners white Catholics. He and Kurt are the only ones that go to church on a regular basis. He being a mutant was no problem for them. If God made him this way, they had no choice but accept it, because they love him.
My folks are lopsided protestant. They go to church only to marriages, Christmas and that kind of thing. And yet, me being a mutant is a sign. I'm a freak, a monster, and follower of Satan. Oh come on.
So, they disinherited me as soon as they found out I was a mutant.
When the Professor and Scott found me, I told them it was better not to tell my folks the truth. Come on, a telepath in a wheelchair and a guy that shots lasers from his eyes. Oh yeah, and me, plain old Bobby Drake, Frosty the Snowman.
Well, later the Professor came with the codename Iceman. I really don't like Val Kilmer's character on Top Gun, but it's better than Icy, Icebox, and surely, much better than Frosty The Snowman.
Well, I'm 16, which is an achievement when you do what we do. Fighting evil mutants on a regular basis is a very good way to decrease your life expectative. Sure, it could be worse, instead of our plain black leather battle clothes we could be stuck with Logan's yellow costume. Give me a break. It really looks like a Halloween's costume. Think I can convince Jamie to use a copy if I buy him one.
Oh, the last but not the least. I'm gay. Really, I am. That explains why my relations with girls sucked. Of course, it sucked on the dating part. I can be their friend. The non-attraction thingy helps a lot, principally because I'm not picturing them naked when we are talking.
It was really a tough subject until I really come to terms about it. Well, of course I saw I was different when Sam, Ray, Roberto and I found Evan's secret compartment. It's under the last drawer of his wardrobe. It's there that he keeps his secret stash of chocolate, and his Playboys.
Sam's eyes were of the size of saucers. It was as if he had never seen a naked woman before. Thinking well, he comes from Kentucky. A catholic family. A very catholic mum. It's very likely he had never seen any naked girl but his sisters before. Better not go there.
So, the 3 caught one and ran. Just not to be different I caught one and ran. Went to my bedroom. Opened the magazine. And. nothing. I swear, nothing happened. Not even a jolt of lust. God, I was despaired. It wasn't right. Something should be happening, but nothing happened.
Decided not think about it.
And so. It happened. I caught myself staring at Scott on the locker room. Thank god he doesn't use his goggles to shower, so he didn't know I was staring. You see, he is the only one of us that has an adult body. You don't want to stare at Logan; it would be scary. Hank well, Hank is Hank and you don't think about him like this.
So I freaked out. You know, went to my bedroom and became angry to myself. I know the others perceived I was not myself for the next weeks. They didn't ask me about it, believe the Professor told them not to, for which I'm grateful.
So, I decided I was gay. Well, not decided, more like admitted.
Ororo made us watch an debate on TV, some dumb idiot said mutants are creatures of Satan. He is a catholic bishop. Even Sam agreed he is a bastard.
"God made me this way, so who he is to tell me I'm bad. It's not like I could helped it."
Well, I decided to follow his words by heart. I'm gay. God made me this way. I can't help but like dick instead of cunt. So, fuck them all.
It helped a lot I didn't have to worry about my parents finding out I'm gay. They disinherited me. I disinherited them.
It helped me to become an agnostic. I believe in God, but prefer to don't follow any religion until I find one I believe.
So we come to our president, the great George W. Bush. No comments.
We come also to some dumbass that says that condoms are ineffective on AIDS prevention. It was the first time I found Hank McCoy screaming to the TV. Some of his words would made Logan blush.
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As you must have perceived English is not my first language, so I ask your forgiveness for my odd expressions.
I've decided only to post it when I had enough material to make me commit to the work, so I'm not going to disappear.
Thanks
Tak
You have no idea how hard was to come to it. Well, first don't ask me what the L. is. I refuse to answer. It's really lame, so I don't bother to tell what it means. It comes from family, and since I don't have a family anymore, it doesn't matter.
You see, my folks are kind of close-minded. Well, you pick Sam for example. He is from Kentucky. His folks are southerners white Catholics. He and Kurt are the only ones that go to church on a regular basis. He being a mutant was no problem for them. If God made him this way, they had no choice but accept it, because they love him.
My folks are lopsided protestant. They go to church only to marriages, Christmas and that kind of thing. And yet, me being a mutant is a sign. I'm a freak, a monster, and follower of Satan. Oh come on.
So, they disinherited me as soon as they found out I was a mutant.
When the Professor and Scott found me, I told them it was better not to tell my folks the truth. Come on, a telepath in a wheelchair and a guy that shots lasers from his eyes. Oh yeah, and me, plain old Bobby Drake, Frosty the Snowman.
Well, later the Professor came with the codename Iceman. I really don't like Val Kilmer's character on Top Gun, but it's better than Icy, Icebox, and surely, much better than Frosty The Snowman.
Well, I'm 16, which is an achievement when you do what we do. Fighting evil mutants on a regular basis is a very good way to decrease your life expectative. Sure, it could be worse, instead of our plain black leather battle clothes we could be stuck with Logan's yellow costume. Give me a break. It really looks like a Halloween's costume. Think I can convince Jamie to use a copy if I buy him one.
Oh, the last but not the least. I'm gay. Really, I am. That explains why my relations with girls sucked. Of course, it sucked on the dating part. I can be their friend. The non-attraction thingy helps a lot, principally because I'm not picturing them naked when we are talking.
It was really a tough subject until I really come to terms about it. Well, of course I saw I was different when Sam, Ray, Roberto and I found Evan's secret compartment. It's under the last drawer of his wardrobe. It's there that he keeps his secret stash of chocolate, and his Playboys.
Sam's eyes were of the size of saucers. It was as if he had never seen a naked woman before. Thinking well, he comes from Kentucky. A catholic family. A very catholic mum. It's very likely he had never seen any naked girl but his sisters before. Better not go there.
So, the 3 caught one and ran. Just not to be different I caught one and ran. Went to my bedroom. Opened the magazine. And. nothing. I swear, nothing happened. Not even a jolt of lust. God, I was despaired. It wasn't right. Something should be happening, but nothing happened.
Decided not think about it.
And so. It happened. I caught myself staring at Scott on the locker room. Thank god he doesn't use his goggles to shower, so he didn't know I was staring. You see, he is the only one of us that has an adult body. You don't want to stare at Logan; it would be scary. Hank well, Hank is Hank and you don't think about him like this.
So I freaked out. You know, went to my bedroom and became angry to myself. I know the others perceived I was not myself for the next weeks. They didn't ask me about it, believe the Professor told them not to, for which I'm grateful.
So, I decided I was gay. Well, not decided, more like admitted.
Ororo made us watch an debate on TV, some dumb idiot said mutants are creatures of Satan. He is a catholic bishop. Even Sam agreed he is a bastard.
"God made me this way, so who he is to tell me I'm bad. It's not like I could helped it."
Well, I decided to follow his words by heart. I'm gay. God made me this way. I can't help but like dick instead of cunt. So, fuck them all.
It helped a lot I didn't have to worry about my parents finding out I'm gay. They disinherited me. I disinherited them.
It helped me to become an agnostic. I believe in God, but prefer to don't follow any religion until I find one I believe.
So we come to our president, the great George W. Bush. No comments.
We come also to some dumbass that says that condoms are ineffective on AIDS prevention. It was the first time I found Hank McCoy screaming to the TV. Some of his words would made Logan blush.
ÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇÇ
As you must have perceived English is not my first language, so I ask your forgiveness for my odd expressions.
I've decided only to post it when I had enough material to make me commit to the work, so I'm not going to disappear.
Thanks
Tak