underthehoodster

LOL! No worries there, Hobo. But thanks for your kind comments.

I agree that this chapter is probably one of the craziest things I ever wrote and in hindsight, unnecessary. However, I don't see this as anything near rape as it was a consensual situation, even if it got a little out of hand. It's also important to keep in mind that the whole saga of P&J is completely made up. Perry is a fantastical creature like something out of a Harry Potter book. If a real kid had been through half of what Perry went through in those few months in the eighth grade, his head would probably explode. Yuck. underthehoodster

This Clarissa cracks me up! It's been so long, I'd completely forgotten about many of the side characters in the story. I wanted to give NimirRaj a special shoutout. I don't check my underthehoodster email that often any more, but I was surprised to see all your comments. I even ended up rereading a few chapters. I think the Hode Ranch stuff holds up pretty well. NimirRaj, if you have any other questions or thoughts on P&J, feel free to email me directly at underthehoodster@netscape.net, but in any case thanks for reading and thanks for your comments. underthehoodster

I had my moment and made the most of it. P&J opened a whole world to me and allowed me to meet people (at least through the internet) that I would never had encountered otherwise. My failure to finish what I started with Perry and Jesse's story is one of my biggest regrets as a writer. I very much appreciate anyone who takes the time to share their thoughts and opinions. One more thought, having recently reread a few chapters here and there. P&J was composed as a serial with chapters originally released a few weeks apart. Frankly, I think the story works better that way and suggest that, if you decide to read to the end (such as it is), you leave a little time between chapters. Perry is constantly recapping everything that happened before, so you'll always be caught up. And let's be honest, he sure goes through a lot in a very short amount of time for a dopey little eighth grader. If you do find anything to enjoy, send me a note at underthehoodster@netscape.net. Does anyone remember what Netscape even was? 😉 underthehoodster

(HI i have just started reading this, and it is great. I have only just started book 2 at the moment but am really enjoying it, anyway I was just reading though and in one of the other topics someone said there was a photo of perry and jesse up but I can't seem to find it. If anyone could provide a link tha would be great, if there really are pictures of them.) There used to be a St. Boniface website supported by GA that had a gallery as well as chapters enhanced with photos, but it seems to have disappeared. I suppose it was taking up space that could be (and should be) used by active authors/stories. Of course, there are no definitive pix of P&J. They are whatever you imagine them to be. Let me know if you finish the story (which is incomplete in case you didn't already know). Write to me at underthehoodster@netscape.net.

Ironically, the story was originally intended to be much more on the 'silly' side than the way it turned out. My idea was to use the standard 'new kid in school' teenage soap opera format as a way of exploring various fetishes and fantasies. In a way, the characters snuck up on me. The relationship between Perry and Jesse became more serious than I expected, and their friends all clamored to tell their stories as well. You are correct that it was all becoming a bit too much toward the end--too many characters and too many plot threads, but if you look at it from my original perspective, you can see that when things started getting too serious, I would try to return to my original intentions. It's been more than a few years now since I stopped writing, and I doubt that I will be going back there any time soon. Still, P&J was very important to me at one time, and allowed me to correspond with hundreds of people I would never have had a chance to meet in real life from all over the world. I know that it is the work of an amateur and that there isn't much point in trying to defend it as such. Still, I do feel bad about leaving the story hanging when it was always meant to have a definite ending. Certainly, if I was to pick up the saga again, it would have to be handled somewhat differently, with more focus on the central story. And who knows, maybe the day will come when Perry comes knocking at the door of my mind, asking to please be let out to tell the rest of his story. He does remind me every now and again that Jesse was and always will be the great love of his life. There is a bond there that can never be broken by space or time, and I take comfort in that.

I'm also an optimist!

No!

I know what the basic arc of the story is supposed to be, but it doesn't really make sense to say that this happens or that happens sometime in the future. While the ideas and direction would hopefully remain intact, no doubt plot details would change and suggest different ways of following through on my initial ideas. It is hinted at in the prologues that Perry and Jesse have started communicating again after a number of years. We know that Perry is married with a family and I can't remember if I specifically mentioned it or not, but Jesse is either in a same sex marriage or committed relationship. I can tell you that the reason Perry and Jesse parted ways at the end of high school was for a serious reason, one that I set up early in the story. And no, their split didn't involve a girl or another lover. I also believe that sometime in the future--beyond the 'present' time of the prologues--that Perry and Jesse were reunited at last.

This is news to me as well since I haven't written or posted any new material in years. Could you post a link?

Still alive but struggling like many in this weak economy. Anyway, it certainly seems to be writers block because not only can I not get back into P&J, but I'm not able to get more than a few pages into writing of any sort. I hope that changes, but I don't think it will any time soon. Unfortunately,I don't think a collaboration or a continuation by another author would work. There are many similar stories with similar characters and plot lines and it is really only what the writer brings personally to the story that makes it unique. Again, P&J was absolutely supposed to have an ending: the story was supposed to take them to the end of high school and explain why they split up at that point. Even so, I don't think the plot and the ending matter as much as the emotional journey that is undertaken by the writer and the readers. I would like very much to get back to that journey, whether it is through P&J or some other story. For now, it seems that I have nothing to offer, or at least, nothing that I can readily access. Let's give it some time though.

As we got closer to home, I noticed Mom spending more and more time looking at herself in the small vanity mirror embedded in the visor. I was surprised when she pulled, unannounced, into an uncrowded Carl's Jr., a tacky fast food outpost on the quiet stretch of road between Escondido and Santa Corina, perched incongrously on a dusty brown, chapparal-covered hill. It was a little before noon; I wasn't even the least bit hungry, and it wasn't just because of the doughnuts. "You can w

I had intentionally set my alarm clock not to go off in the morning, so I was more than a little annoyed when I was awakened from a deep, dreamless sleep by someone knocking on my bedroom door. "Perry?" "Mom...?" I croaked groggily. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand: 9:00 a.m. Well, I supposed it wasn't unreasonable to expect a person to be up by now, even on a Saturday. "May I come in?" "Um...sure," I responded uncertainly, trying vainly to shake the heavy veil of sle

I hurried back downstairs and walked into the middle of a joyous rendition of "Deck The Halls." A long, glossy black, grand piano had been wheeled into the middle of the great room and I was happily surprised to see Tom pounding away at the keyboard, a look of intense concentration on his cute, round face. But even more astonishing was the sight of Jesse, replete with Santa hat, and Jessica sharing a leather bound folio of Christmas lyrics, standing in front of the piano and leading the rest of

Kyle was standing there looking singularly uncomfortable in his Sunday suit and tie. He had his hands stuffed clumsily in the front pockets of his dress slacks. "We were just making out," Jesse explained calmly. Good thing I'd just used the toilet, otherwise I would've wet myself for sure. But Kyle only laughed. "Ha! Man, Taylor. You gotta wicked sense of humor. Who woulda thunk? The bashful kid....Man, the way you had Bainbridge fuming in there...shit, that was priceless!" "

"Everything okay?" Morgan asked. I shrugged. "Jessica's brother's a pretty interesting guy," I remarked, trying to pull my own emotions back down to a more neutral stance. "Always seemed a little creepy to me. Kinda stuck up and full of himself." "Yeah, I see that part. But he was just telling me some stories about his time at H.T. " "What kinda stories?" Morgan asked innocently. "Just about him and his friends...They had bullies and stuff to deal with, just li

"Shit!" I gasped. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Jessica's older brother said quietly, a slight smirk on his long, expressive face. "But-but-but..." I stuttered. I glanced at the door, which was closed but...Hadn't I locked it? "It doesn't take much to open these kinds of doors," Noah remarked with a sheepish smile, seemingly reading my mind. He pulled a tiny screwdriver out of his shirt pocket. "Artie and I were forever sneaking into each other's rooms to spy or cause so

"Well, like she said, my brother is around...somewhere. He's down from Berkeley for the break." Jessica unlocked the door and let us in. I was just about to set my bags down so I could hang my hoodie next to Jessica's jacket, when suddenly I heard a raucous flurry of high pitched yipping and yapping. Like race horses coming out of their chutes, two shaggy little dogs came bounding into the sprawling kitchen, their claws clicking on the fancy tile floor, sprinting around the large center island t

The mood at school was definitely jubilant. Not only did we have a great basketball victory to celebrate, but it was a half day and the beginning of Christmas break! During homeroom, Sister Mary Margaret announced what we had been hearing rumors about for the past several days: there would be an extended homeroom period to be used for prayers and good wishes among students and faculty, followed by a Mass to be celebrated by Father Marlen, followed by a pep rally to acknowledge the great seasons

Getting out of bed the next morning was a painful experience. Every joint in my body ached, but it was worst in my arms, chest and gut. I forced myself to do some stretches and even a few toe touches before taking a long, hot shower--my fourth in the last twenty-four hours. Despite our unexpected and highly emotional encounter last night, I felt incredibly self-conscious in class all morning, knowing that Morgan had seen my private parts in such intimate detail, front and back. It was such

I still had my blue and gold wristbands on, even though I was now alone in my room, logging onto the internet. I quickly launched my IM server and waited anxiously for Jesse to respond. Even after a long, long shower, my wrists still hurt a little and were starting to itch. For that matter, every muscle and joint in my body was sore to some degree, most notably my shoulders and pits. My mom was already home and making dinner by the time I got dried off and dressed in my sleeping clothes: a

Morgan and Derek were still waiting for their ride and Jesse was standing at the bus stop when my mom picked me up. I’d already told her that Morgan wanted me to come over and work on some strategies for the game on Thursday, and she had readily agreed. It was clear that she saw Morgan as the ‘right’ kind of friend, the earnest but sensitive jock, a ‘normal’ boy with whom she felt a sense of comfort. And Jesse...I knew she had apprehensions about him, but to her credit, she seemed more than will

What a crazy Saturday! It was still hard for me to accept that two kids in our small eighth grade class were “doing it.” Kyle and Melissa were fucking like rabbits. And while you would think that would be enough to satiate any fourteen year old’s sexual appetite, Melissa still felt the need to pursue other intimate liaisons as well, launching herself fully into every potential opportunity. I supposed I should be grateful that I survived our halftime encounter with my virginity intact. Next

Had I dodged a bullet this afternoon? I didn’t feel that way. After clinging wordlessly to each other for about fifteen minutes, Jessica and I had quietly returned to our shopping expedition. At first she seemed very pensive, and being the stupid dolt that I was, I had no clue what to say. But slowly, she seemed to loosen up again, buying lots of extravagant gifts for everyone on her list, helping me get through most of my list, jokingly teasing me about not wanting to be a TV star, trying on di

Eric and Reggie were engaged in a heated postgame analysis with Eric’s sweat-soaked younger brother and a haggard looking Billy Scott, so I thought this was as good a chance as any to slip away. I called my mom, and less than ten mintues later, a sleek, silver Jaguar S-Type pulled into the circular driveway and stopped right in front of me. Jessica stepped out, looking like a magazine model in an open, short suede jacket with a ribbed, beige knit sweater underneath, tight white Dickies with flar