JamesSavik

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

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.

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

This is not a story that I wanted to tell. This is a story that I had to tell. Too many people paid too great a price for it to simply be forgotten. There is quite a difference. Tales told for fun are one thing. A tale that is told by the demands of ones conscious is another sort altogether. I would like to bring you laughter. I would desire to elevate you. I would like to entertain or inspire or amuse you. That is my nature. Sadly, these are not those word

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.

OK Let's see: You want a Dark story, with lot's of sex, a little kink, lot's of evil that's not set in high school. OK. I'll see what I can do with this. Thanks. -JS

I laughed at Dumbos (that's what we called them) but, I never actually criticized anyone for wearing them. They looked so wretched, criticizing them would have been redundant.

I remember laughing at those. I was wearing 501s then. Oh yeah- I STILL wear 501s.

In 1983 this cartoon lampooning Jerry Falwell appeared in Hustler triggering a long running legal case1. Just for your edification, I thought I would post a copy of it here. For historical purposes of course. As for Jerry Falwell, as of this hour, the degenerate culture-war criminal remains stone cold dead. For those of you that grew up after the AIDS apocalypse, Jerry Falwell was the man most responsible for the Moral Majority movement that swept Reagan into power in the eighties and has kept the most radical of the Rights worst elements in power ever since. Though the Moral Majority did not survive the eighties, its off shoots became powerful leaders, Super-PACs and lobbies. While publically championing life (anti-abortion) and family, these organizations have consistently pushed the interest of the military-industrial complex, big finance and corporate interests. The Moral Majority gave rise to creatures like Pat Buchanan who coined the term Culture War and Mike Huckabee who act as shills for the very worst elements of this movement. Take heart- the Right is splitting. It is fragmenting into several blocks: social conservatives who want to role the culture back to white, Christian 1950. Libertarians who are very concerned at the erosion of traditional Constitutional protections. Fiscal conservatives who are looking at the books and asking where the fuck is our money! No Rainbow children. It's not safe to look to the right. Probably won't be until the current generation of grandstanding assholes drop dead. However- a new Right will form over the next several years. Where it lands will have to be more moderate and more in line with the thinking of the country because the established GOP/Republican brand just ain't selling. There are all sorts of reasons for that, but the big one is they are completely out of step with the country while running candidates that are so Far Right even their base are nervous about them. Stay tuned. This is getting interesting. It's about time for someone to themself. foot fetish notes______________________________ 1- Hustler Magazine VS Falwell

Since my last story landed with a resounding THUD, I want to poll the readers and see what they want. So... let's begin.

It happens because you are scared and don't know what to do. You make excuses for him. You try to please him and it never works. You are afraid that if you do something, it will just make things worse. Some of us don't have to suspend disbelief.

Don't listen to him Comsie- MOE is my favorite.

Kentucky Legal Aid

Shssh! A geek has gotta make a living you know.

Each states laws are a little different. You probably need an attorney. And I mean it too because I hate attorneys and would never recommend using one unless it were necessary. Talk to some of your friends who may have had custody issues and see if they can recommend one that's not 100% shyster.

Tell you how I do back ups: I have two external hard drives that are exactly alike (1.5 TB Western Digital). I use one of them all the time. Then, Every week or so I dump it onto my second drive. I also keep a 32GB thumb drive that I dump all my document files on. When you are fighting the demon Murphy, you have to use every trick you've got.

It's big and complex but it's worth the learning curve.

I don't like shouting wrestlers AT ALL. That fruitcake from Minnesota Jessie Ventura completely destroyed any credibility they might have. Even if their publicist are telling them to say the right things.