A good friend of mine told me how his father beat him unconscious when he asked to go see Pretty Woman. Another gay friend of mine was raped and branded by his father for signing up to the cheerleading squad. He literally thought he would die. He was kicked out of the house a little later. I've always found it strange how straight, deplorable parents seem to know their kids is gay, but react most violently when they see the evidence.
I live in Portland and attended a PTA meeting recently. It's a semi-rural, suburban part which is surprisingly conservative and I heard this father - hot, built mustachioed, trucker-type - saying that he had denied his 9th grade son - swarthy, lean, sexy, freckled - permission to attend the school dance because he didn't have no date. He was afraid he'd be seen as gay if he turned up alone, or maybe he was worried his son would go cruising without his supervision.
It was different back in my day, but then again I grew up in the 70s in the Midwest. I remember one day my daddy and granddaddy was in the barn with the chicano farmboys and they was fixing to make hay. I asked my daddy if I could do Home Ec at school. I wanted to learn how to cook. My daddy was a brutish, weatherbeaten man - 6'3" and at least 275 pounds. He was a granite slab of a man, hardened by years of drinkin, fightin, and ranch life. When he heard what I asked he came up to me. I could smell the whiskey on his breath. Before I could see it the toe of his weathered cowboy boots struck my groin with such force that I flew back against the wall of the barn. I felt my left testicle rupture, and the agony was indescribable. I shrieked and rolled on the ground and begged for mercy. My granddaddy saw this and came up to me and kicked me in the balls with such force I could swear they was going back inside of me. They left me there, rolling on the ground, saying they'd sort me out. My younger brother came when he heard my shrieks. and asked me what happened.
I said, "Shit, my balls...my balls is kicked."
He said, "Who did it?"
"Daddy and granddaddy done kicked my balls. For bein' queer."
At that point they came back and they had gun oil and a branding iron. I was fucked by both. My daddy put two loads in me. My brother was next. They fucked him because they suspected he was gay, too. After we'd been fucked, we both got hardons on account of all the str8 masc pheromones in the air. They then took bike chains and beat us, pissed on us, and beat us again within an inch of our lives. The chicano boys took turns throat-raping us and pissing in our gapes. They was about to brand us with a giant F when my uncle stopped them and told them that the school might get suspicious and report us. Instead, they beat us some more, and put a couple of more loads in us.
The next day, the principal noticed I had a black eye. He was a bearded man with a shaven head built like a linebacker on steroids. He ordered me into his office and asked me what happened. I told my daddy done kicked my ass for bringing shame on the family.
The principal said, "I sure would beat the shit outta my boy if he was queer. Let's see your pecker. " He forced my pants and diaper down, revealing my tiny, puny, inferior cocklet. He got out a ruler. "Two inches, son, hard," the principal said, "goddamn if you ain't queer." I was so fucking humiliated! I've never been so degraded.
The principal throat raped me, and then paraded me down the school hallway, with my pants and diaper around my ankles. He ordered a band member to follow us beating cymabls so the whole school would see th