Date: Sun, 12 Jan 2003 15:20:43 -0600
From: Michael Yost <myost@charter.net>
Subject: Re: Real World Chapter 33

"What am I an "Uncle Tom"?," Thomas sneered, "So, I qualify as being a nice gay
man and not a dirty faggot boy."

"You qualify as being a nice, honest , gay person who doesn't prey on a poor
innocent girl's feelings," Amy said nastily.

"I didn't prey on anyone's feelings!  Stop picking  on me Amy! I didn't do
anything wrong!" Josh moaned picking up the ringing phone "Mr. Links," Josh
whispered. Covering the phone up he yelled, "Thomas, Amy I have a private phone
call here."

Josh wasn't surprised when the camera man smirked at him and left him alone with
his phone call too.

"You heard about the party I went to with Thomas? " Josh said into the phone, "
I went there to score some drugs.. That's all. No, I'm not interested in men,"
Josh beseeched into the phone, thinking, Particularly,  I'm so not interested in
you!

"You're gong to call my parents about the lies on my application?   Leave my
parents out of this! Listen Mr. Links, I have a friend who is dying to meet you.
His name is Andre. After the show is over I'll arrange a date between you both.
He's seventeen years old and has the hots for older men. A real daddy complex
type.  It will cost you. Oh  will it will cost you. Andre's a high maintenance
type of guy. He's been doing this since he was fifteen. What do you mean he
sounds too experienced, and you can get any underage hooker's ass you want?
Stop talking dirty to me!!!   It isn't working.  When you see what Andre looks
like you won't even want to drive your nine inch muscle  meat up my, my fresh
young, you know  what I mean.  You just won't!  I'll e-mail you his picture."

Calling Brent checking up on him, Josh was pleased to hear Brent was going out
on a date with someone who was sober. After making another call this time to his
kids, Josh hung up the phone.

Josh joined Amy and Thomas in the kitchen.

"Did you call Frankie?" Thomas said, putting just the right amount of disdain in
his voice.

"Yes, I called Frankie last night," Josh said his face hot with embarrassment.,
"We had a nice conversation.  He's doing fine. Satisfied?"

"It was the right thing to do Josh," Thomas said curtly.  To Josh's relief
Thomas left the kitchen.

  "Amy don't be mad at me.  We're going to have to live together for three more
months, let's get along for everyone's sake," Josh begged, throwing his arms
around Amy. Putting on a show for the camera man to film, "Please, I hate it
when people are mad at me. Be fair.  Did I act like I wanted to be anything but
a friend to you?"

"I'm sorry Josh I guess I was loaded last night.  I'm really interested in you.
When Thomas told me you went to a party with him and you went upstairs with a
guy I was really disappointed."

"I only went up stairs with Frankie to buy a dime bag of pot he had," Josh lied,
"I was just being a friend to Thomas by agreeing to go to a party with him."

"Josh I really, really like you," Amy stressed, leaning into him.

"I like you too," Josh said.

I do like you, Josh thought surprised. I like holding you, Your so small and
curvy, warm and soft,. You smell nice too. I would so like to take you someplace
and use your body till it was all dried up and empty.

Before Josh could stop himself he hungrily kissed her, liking her tastiness. The
flattering press of her breasts against his chest.  The tantalizing mortal
frailness and the feminine bundle of excitement she was. Liked mocking her,
conquering her once again,  making her fall in lust with him all over again.

"Let's go to the Korn concert just you and me," Josh said, allowing her the
pleasure of kissing his chin.

"Is this a date or are we just friends?' she flirted.

Pausing for a moment, hating himself,  and loving himself for being such a
bastard when he wanted to be a bastard,  Josh said, "Let's keep it at just at
being  friends.  Consider this a make up date.  I am seeing someone back home.
Someone I'm in love with. We're fighting right now, but I know we'll work things
out  Come on I need some fun"

Josh thought  to himself, I need some time to come up with a major groveling
apology, It's killing me wondering what happened between Micheal and Pete.  I
should respect Pete not wanting to talk about his past. I hate secretes being
kept from me.

Going to the outdoor concert Pete and Ovid sang and danced to one of Korns'
songs "Freak on a Leash "on the radio they brought to the concert.  They played
it loud ignoring the opening band, Deadly.

Something takes a part of me
Something lost and never seen
Every time I  start to believe
Some things raped and taken from me . . . from me
Life's got to always be messing with me, (You wanna see the light)
Can't it chill and let be  be free (So do I)
Can't I take away all this pain, (You wanna see the light)
I try to every night in vain . . . in vain

Something takes a part of me
You and I were meant to be
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me
Feeling like a freak on a leash
(You wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release (So do I)


How many times have I felt diseased (You wanna see the light?)
Nothing in my life is free. . . free

The screen behind the band was fraught with cartoon animation; The words Booby
Fest was flashed on the screen.

Throwing off her shirt Lena cupped her breasts like the mortal females around
her did. She screamed here vampire head off.

The lights went off the screen went dead, Korn opened with Fading Away With Me.

The sweat drenched boys on the stage  assaulted their instruments. The stage was
set with flame throwers and designed like an old opera house.  Everything was a
gothic acid nightmare.

People  started to bounce and mosh. Ovid almost got punched in the mouth by a
rowdy fan who was being passed over head by  fans.  Emil got kicked in the head
by another crowd surfer.
Korn slipped into their song Faget:

Him

Here I am different in this normal world
Why tease me?  Make me feel upset?

Walking stereotypes  feeding their heads,
I am ugly please just go away

Pussy!

Fagget!

I'm just  a pretty boy, whatever you call it
You wouldn't know a real man if you saw it
It keeps going on day after day son

You fake, if we don't want none
I'm sick and tired of people treating me this way everyday
Who gives a fuck?

Right now I got something to say to all people
that think I'm strange and I should be
locked up in a cage.
You don't know what the hell is up any how

You got this pretty boy feeling
like I'm enslaved to a world that never appreciated shit
You can suck my dick and fucking like it.

I'm just a pretty boy
I'm not supposed to fuck a girl
I'm just a pretty boy
In this fucked up world
In  my life who am I?

I'm just a faget
Faget
I'm a faget
Faget.  I'm not a faget
What am I?
Faget
I'm not a fucking queer
You mother fucking queers!

Ovid grinned at Pete, then Ovid chanted the anthem along with the crowd: "Faget,
Faget!"

Don't worry about it, Ovid projected in Pete's mind, "Hate words are stupid.
That's what the song is about.  I outed myself when I was fifteen. I didn't
give a mother fucking shit what people thought of me.  They could suck my dick
and like it for all I cared.

 I outed myself after I was kicked out of divinity school. Then all my friends
in my old high school knew I was not only a sissy boy but an out and out
screaming faggot too, Pete thought You were braver than I was.

I didn't care.  After my freshman year I found my niche and survived.  Humans
can't touch us or hurt us Pete. We're so above human's bitchiness in every way.
Fuck humans. You should forget you ever were a human. There here for us to laugh
at."

"I guess,." Pete whispered, feeling suddenly very cold.

tbc