Monday, March 16, 2009

The Reason- Part One


Some stories are really hard to tell. Sometimes its because the story, how it started or ended, makes you ashamed of yourself and what you have done. Sometimes it’s because you want to let the past remain in the past. This is a story that definitely fits all of the above criteria. I am going to tell this, or attempt to, as coherently as possible. I am writing this in one sitting, beginning at 12:21, because I cannot sleep until I get this off my chest, and shared with you- because I owe this part of my life to you. I am going to break the blog entry up into multiple entries so as not to overwhelm you because I want the story read… I think.

Should I begin with the most recent end or the beginning? I think the beginning would be best.

It’s 1992 and I am in middle school. I knew I liked boys because I jerked off to some “boy friend” each night. I had long term crushes and usually was faithful to only one boy at a time. Sometimes it was the tallest, biggest boy in my grade, Gary, or the cutest, prettiest boy in my grade, Devon. It was never, ever Benjamin, or B.J. as everyone called him. B.J. had moved to our small town at the beginning to seventh grade and smelled like old people. He reaked of mothballs, wore lame-tired clothes, and always looked unkempt. His hair was knotty, his skin was an oily disaster, and no one, especially me, wanted to be his friend.

Somehow B.J. managed to weasel his way into every (and I mean every) aspect of my adolescent life.

B.J. attended my church and my mother took an interest in him immediately. She asked me to be his friend (I refused) and told me that he had moved to our town to live with his aunt because his father had just been awarded custody of him. Apparently he was coming from a very bad home life in Detroit. But being the Corey that I was, I felt no sympathy.

A year went on and he and my mother continued to bond and I continued to ignore him. I did this until it became almost impossible to ignore him. He started “liking” my best friend, Chanel. Chanel and I had been best friends since second grade. I loved her. I was the focus of her life and she mine. Suddenly, that all changed because of B.J. This troll had taken the two most important women in my life- my mother and now my best friend. I did not like this guy, not one bit.

Until the summer after eighth grade when I learned he was moving back to Detroit.

He spent the weekend at my house because his Aunt was going out of town. It was his last weekend in town and it was the best weekend of my life (well, it seemed that way.) We stayed up late talking about his life- about being abused and seeing drug deals and seeing people get shot in drive bys. We woke up early and walked to the lake (my family lives by a large lake that is not heavily visited most of the year). We swam and played basketball and wrestled.

When he left, I felt like my world was coming to an end. I had fallen hopelessly, madly in love with the troll who was not a troll any longer. He had learned how to cut his hair (later he would cut mine every weekend- sometimes because I needed it, but most times because it was an excuse for me to see him), had purchased new clothes and Noxzema (with my mother’s help), and had become more popular than me (he was the start guard of our middle school basketball team).

I realized that I would never jerk off to any other boy besides B.J.

10 comments:

YBandDL has got Chris Brown's back said...

Hmm so you are that guy, who doesn't give a guy the time or day until, they are presentablein your eyes...uh huh

Beware of those diamond in the rough, you might just loose outon a fortune, but continue I would like to see how this ends.

Crazy Diamond said...

I'm looking forward to reading more! Don't be afraid when you write...the stuff you think you need to be afraid or embarrassed about is the same stuff that goes on in everyone else's life, or at least the universal themes. And it helps to read something and think, I thought I was the only one who experienced that or felt that way.

That said, you don't owe anything to readers. You might owe it to yourself. The best stuff I have ever written involved revealing things that I was truly ashamed of; but once I let those "demons" out, they never had the power to embarrass me anymore.

Dusty Boot said...

good one, sir. Looking forward to read more of it.

Anonymous said...

Do you miss him? Now you jerk off to xtube, gaytube and other sites...LOL

4GOTTEN1 said...

Reading this my heart kind of skipped a beat then it was slightly hard to breathe the strange part is i find my self on both ends of the story You and B.J. that seems weird> Please continue.

Losojosnuevos said...

It always happens that way. By the time we begin to look beneath the surface, it is often too late. I'm glad that wasn't the case for you. I'm soo looking forward to the next installment.

Corey Keith said...

YB, the entire narrative is written. I am posting the next set tomorrow night. Hey, I was thirteen. Weren't we all like that then?

Crazy, as always, I appreciate your commentary. You are so amazing.. I have an upcoming blog about the New David! I love it!

Dusty, its coming tomorrow.

Uncle Fe, you know me too well.

Interesting, 4...

Tomorrow, Los...

C. Baptiste-Williams said...

intereting...

LongOverdo said...

tables turned

MANLOVE said...

I love this story.
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