JamesSavik

You nailed it: that's exactly why I wrote it. I wrote it so people would know what happened so it won't happen again.

There was one good thing about our folks not speaking to each other. Scotty and I were able to pull off many things that had they been comparing notes, we would have never gotten away with. Citizens band radios were something of a fad at the time. We struck upon the idea of asking our folks for a hand-held 40 channel CB radios that Radio Shack had on sale. That Christmas was difficult. It was the first holiday since we had been separated. Even though we were talking again, his presen

Cats can be really demanding.

>>James, what are you looking for? GLBT peoples experiences with the cops. For instance, I got pulled over and asked to explain my HRC bumper sticker. My truck was searched and everything I owned tossed on the side of the road. After a little over an hour they gave up and left threatening me with a citation for littering if I didn't pick that shit up. This was fairly recent- 2012 I think. It's pointless to complain. All that will get is retaliation. I was wondering if this was just redneck Mississippi cops or if they acted this way all over.

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I'm curious to hear from our community: Have you ever been on the wrong end of police misconduct? Bullying, Harassment- that sort of thing? I'm considering a story that involves it and I would like to hear your experiences. If you aren't comfortable replying here, please PM me.

I'm curious to hear from my readers: Have you ever been on the wrong end of police misconduct? Bullying, Harassment- that sort of thing? I'm considering a story that involves it and I would like to hear your experiences. If you aren't comfortable replying here, please PM me.

Misfit KId I dream frequently, sometimes they come out funny I go through insanity, all they want is money All these parties they get so habitual, the same sea of faces Always pushin', always pullin', always in the races I get cooled out I get the come ons I get rumbled I get crumbled, yeah I'm the American misfit kid I'm still wonderin' what I did I'm stiletto, so so sharp and I'm willin' to cut Sometimes nebulous, well I'm ready to strut Lost and frantic, new age romantic, I'm checkin' out the race I never cared about what it meant always loved disgrace I get rhythm I get cornflakes I get fast love I get wasted, yeah I'm the American misfit kid Still wonderin' what I did I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride (I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride) I dream frequently, sometimes they come out funny, ha I live with absurdity, it's always warm and runny And all these parties they get so ritual lonely hearts and aces Always pushin', always pullin', always in the races I get cooled out I get the come ons I get rumbled I get crumbled, yeah I'm the American misfit kid I'm still wonderin' what I did I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride I'm the American misfit kid I'm still wonderin' what I did I'm on the inside, takin' a fast ride That's right I get cooled out I get the come ons I get rumbled I get crumbled I get cornflakes, fast love, wasted I get cornflakes, fast love, wasted Dangerous Type can i touch you are you out of touch i guess i never noticed that much geranium lover i'm live on your wire come and take me who ever you are he's a lot like you the dangerous type he's a lot like you come on and hold me tight inside angel always upset keep on forgetting that we ever met can i bring you out in the light my curiosity's got me tonight the museum director's with their high shaking heads they kick white shadows until they play dead they want to crack your crossword smile can i take you out for a while

You can't go on, Thinking nothing's wrong...

Hole in the Soul One last cigarette in the pack, A twenty and some change, Just a few pills, some weed in my sack, Empty again, my soul exchanged. Lovers and friends, they fade away, Into the past, into the grey, Nothing is left except the need to feed, The emptiness, obsession and greed. Someone asks, “Are you OK?” When every day is lifeless gray, My life is being sucked down the hole, Another fix, another bowl. One is too many, ten thousand not enough, Sometimes it h

There is an axiom of war that I had never heard: the side that fires the first shot has already lost. I had won the first battle but it was already shaping up to be a long, ugly war. I was kept waiting for a half-hour before I was summoned into Vice-Principle Harry Walther's office. He had me sit down across the desk from him. Coach T was sitting in another chair. There was a file on the desk. This all felt sickeningly familiar. Mr. Walther's ask

Reminds me of my time at Chippendale's... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeJmYtwuggw

1st day of 7th grade, 30 AUG 1975 It was a hot, muggy Mississippi morning - hazy and overcast. I was scared about this new school. After all that had happened this summer, I didn't know what to expect. I had an ominous feeling of dread about the whole thing. I hadn't seen Scotty since my birthday. We had been friends for so long to cut us off like that... We just didn't understand. I was looking forward to seeing him at the bus stop, but he never showed up.

Scotty, Nick and I all returned home from Camp Kellum with enough merit badges and points to advance in rank. There was a Court of Honor on the last weekend of June where all of our Merit Badges and new ranks were awarded. I got the Assistant Patrol Leader badge that I had been waiting for since spring. Afterwards our families all went out to Pizza Hut to celebrate. Scotty and I busied ourselves with the number one priority of summer: money for albums and comic books. We quickly got

Reuniting with Scotty had an immediate positive effect on my mood. My parents even commented on it. Sure, we had to sneak around but at least I knew that he didn't hate me. I could smile again. The sullen, angry, disconnected Jimmy of the past few months past slowly faded away. Foster and Steven were delighted. Coach T even noticed. I began to open up more. Over the next few weekends, I spent a good bit of time in the woods with Scotty and working on my trailblazin

It didn't take long for my name to get around. A piece of gossip that juicy doesn't come around all that often. As hard as I tried, I wasn't good at being invisible. Most people my age didn't mess with me. Frankly, they were afraid of me. I had taken three guys down in a manner that left no doubts. The word was out: fucking with the Beast was stupid. That boy is crazy. That didn't stop the upper classmen. The 9th and 10th graders were ruthless. Thankfully, I wasn't around th

Hi readers- I am klutzing my way through posting this story. I wanted to enter several chapters and then publish them one a day. Derp! My plans didn't work out so smooth. OK- I'm going to publish all 5 chapters now and give you one a day for a while. Hope you dig it. Yes- I actually said that. You can take the boy out of the seventies but you can't take the seventies out of the boy.

After our working camp during spring break, school took on a frantic pace as the year wound down. Summer was coming. I asked Doug what Rainer was on the rag about. He told me not to worry about it, but it bugged me. Things were wrong between us somehow. Rainer became suspicious and hypercritical of everything that I did. I talked to my Dad about it. He told me that many times people like bosses or coaches came down harder on people that they expected more from. It made sen

Scouting is one of those activities that boys can lose themselves to no ill effects. Such was that spring. The Wolverines took on two major service projects. We adopted a homeless shelter and gathered donated food for a food bank that served needy people. We worked hard to push our rival patrol the Badgers- who responded of course by rising to the occasion out of pride, matching our projects, and beginning a long-running prank war. The first shot across our bow was a dead possum made

During the first few weeks of fifth grade, a man came to our class wearing an olive uniform. Mrs. Lee had all of the fifth grade boys line up and go to the auditorium to see a presentation. The sixth grade boys were already there. That was cool with us. It was a rare opportunity that we could get away from all of the dumb ole girls in our class so we were excited regardless of however boring the assembly might be. The man introduced himself as Bob Rainer. He said that he was the Scou

Scotty had something really special going for him. He was just so cute and so much fun that it was ridiculous. Some of the most forbidding and stern adults would melt in his presence. One Christmas he was the photographic model for a Christmas card angel, of all things. Sure - you could get mad at the little guy, but good luck trying to stay that way. He would look up at you with those big, blue puppy dog eyes, and you would melt on the spot like so much butter on a hot roll.

Growing up gay and OUT in Mississippi in the 70s was unheard of. Well, I had no choice about the out part, and it sucked balls. This isn't a happy happy, joy joy story. This is where my nightmares come from.

I was born into a good, old family with deep roots in Mississippi. My father was a veteran of WW II in Europe and Korea. My mother was a teacher. From my very earliest memories the values of parents were instilled in me: God, family and country. I am quite proud of my parents. Proud of who we are and where we came from. I very much wanted to please them. I was always just a little gun-shy of my Dad. His time in the wars had taken its toll on him. The war had left him a touch deaf and