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His Story - 2. Park Life.
I was lying on the grass with Kay when I saw him. We were waiting for Nina, Kay's girlfriend, to join us. We'd decided to have a rest; we'd been wandering around the Pride Festival for hours. The sun was out, and everywhere I looked there were attractive people who all seemed to have shed items of their clothing, showing off their flesh.
Kay had bought some beers, and we were just lying there, watching the world pass by all around us. I loved it. I loved seeing the variety of people there for that day.
Kay was lying on her back, drinking her beer; I was half sitting up, my beer nearly gone, when I saw him. He stood at the back of some fast-food vans, just waiting. He looked in his twenties. He was attractive. His curly blond hair was short, only just touching the tops of his ears. His skin was turning a golden brown with the sun. His body was lean, though covered up with clothes—pale-blue shirt and casual, pale-khaki trousers. His body seemed all long legs and arms, all alive with energy, even though he was just stood there. He was on his own but gave off the strong impression he was waiting for someone. Then I decided he wasn’t. He looked like was on his own and just looking around, his body full of tight nervous energy.
Kay sat up.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Nothing, just taking in the view."
Kay looked over at him, obviously following my eyeline.
"The blond in the clean chinos?" she asked.
"Yes." I pulled my eyes away from him and looked back at Kay.
"He's nice," Kay said.
"I know; I've got good taste."
"Go and speak to him."
"What?"
"Go and chat him up. Its Pride, so go and try your luck. For God's sake, Chris, its ages since you did anything. It's about time you got yourself a proper boyfriend."
"I do all right," I said.
"Yeah? But with the same guy?"
"Okay, I give up."
"And bring him back here to meet Nina and me. Don't just go pissing off."
I needed the emotional push she gave me, and quickly, but not too quickly because I didn't want to seem desperate, I walked over to him. As I got closer, I saw he had really bright-blue eyes. Why I noticed that I don’t know, but I did.
"Hi," I said.
He looked around as if making sure it was him I was actually talking to.
"Hello." He blushed as he said it. His accent was soft but not far from South London.
"Enjoying yourself?" I asked.
"It's very, very different. I've never seen anything like it before."
"Yeah. I remember my first Pride. It was something else," I said.
"Oh, right." His face still blushed with embarrassment, but it only made him look even cuter, a flush of real emotions.
"I'm Chris," I said and held out my hand to him.
"I'm Lenny." He hesitated before shaking my hand, almost as if he didn’t know what to do. I wanted to hold his hand that fraction of a second too long, that gesture that implied attraction and much more, but I couldn't because he quickly let go of mine.
"Are you here on your own?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes.
"No. I'm here with my friends. We've been giving out leaflets."
"Yeah, there's a lot of it about. People giving out leaflets, I mean. Always is at Pride. Kay moans about all the wasted trees that go into making them, but going home with your pockets full of bits of paper is part of Pride for me," I said.
"Is Kay your friend over there?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Your girlfriend?"
"Shit, this is your first time. Kay's just a mate. She's a lesbian, and we're waiting for her girlfriend, Nina. I'm gay, so it really won't work with her," I said.
"Oh... So, you've got a boyfriend?" he asked.
"Not yet," I said as I tried to push a subtle message into my words.
"Oh..." He blushed again. I smiled back at him, trying to aim at a warm and encouraging smile.
"And you?"
"What about me?" he asked.
"Have you got a boyfriend?"
"Oh, no. No, that wouldn't be right." His body suddenly became tense with nerves, his back straightened, and his hands suddenly became animated, moving in small circles in front of himself.
"Why not? You're gay, aren't you?" I asked.
"Kind of."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm homosexual; well I have same-sex attractions," he said.
"Then you're gay. What's the problem?"
"Well, it's different. I don't believe being gay is right," he said.
A loud alarm bell started ringing in the back of my mind. At that moment I should have walked away, but stupidly I stayed.
"What?"
"I'm a Christian, and I believe that any homosexual expression is wrong. God doesn't want us going about having gay sex that offends him and his creation. Being homosexual isn't wrong, only an accident, but expressing your homosexuality, living the homosexual lifestyle, is wrong; it's a sin," he said.
"That's shit!"
"No, it's the truth of God. I have same sex-attractions, but I've never acted upon them. I'm celibate, and that's the way God wants me to live my life. I believe one day God will heal me of my homosexuality," he said.
"You're still a virgin?"
"Yes. I'm not ashamed of being a virgin. God has kept me pure," he said.
"God, you're so screwed up."
"No, Chris, God has opened my eyes to life as it should be."
"How can you know about life, you've not loved any one."
"I love God, and I love my friends, and God can love you, too, Chris. Let me show you." He quickly bent down and rummaged through the backpack at his feet. When he stood back up, he was holding a handful of brightly coloured leaflets. "Here, have these, Chris." He held out the leaflets.
I don't know why I did it, but I took those stupid leaflets. They were all about a thing called The Release Trust and Michael Hamilton, the guy who started it all, his plain face staring back at me from several of them.
"I'm here with some friends from The Release Trust. They're other men like me, and we've been handing out our leaflets to people here. We want people to know that God can save them from their sin and make them whole again. People don't have to be lost in the darkness of the homosexual lifestyle. People can be free to live a new life in God. All you have to do is repent of your sins and turn your back on homosexuality. It's easy. I know because I've done it," he said.
"God, you're so screwed up."
"No, no. Chris you're looking at this all wrong. You're looking with man's eyes not God's eyes. God wants us to be free from sin. We're here because God wants to save the lost and lonely homosexual. God has saved me from that lost and lonely lifestyle."
"Lenny?" Someone called out from behind me.
"Lenny, we're back," another guy called out, also from behind me.
"Look, my friends are back. Arthur and Colin can explain it all a lot better than me. They were both practising homosexuals before God saved them. I know you want to hear more, and you'll love their testimonies," he said.
"Sorry Lenny, you're really cute, but you're way too screwed for me. I know because I've been there. I've been where you are."
Before he could say anything more, I walked away. I had to put as much space between him and me, to get away from him now. I hurriedly returned to where Kay was sitting on the grass.
I hadn't lied to him. I had been exactly where he was but nearly ten years earlier. The scar it had left behind ran deep within me, and the pain was again stabbing away at me, suddenly real again.
When I got back, I found Nina sitting on the grass with Kay. Nina was taking swigs from a bottle of water while Kay lay with her head in Nina's lap.
Kay sat up when she saw me.
"That was quick," Kay said.
I sat down on the grass next to them.
"Not a fucking chance," I said.
"Did he resist your charms?" Nina asked as she smiled at me.
"Worse than that."
I dropped the handful of The Release Trust's leaflets in front of Kay and Nina. Nina picked one of them up, staring distastefully at them.
"Shit! What the fuck are those bastards doing here? It's our day, and they come and spoil it. I don't know how anyone can be so stupid as to believe all this shit," Nina said.
"Drop it, Nina. Chris was involved with that lot when he was a teenager, and they really got to him," Kay said.
Kay put her arm around my shoulders and gently pulled me into a hug.
"Oh, God. I'm sorry Chris. I'm sorry," Nina said.
I looked down at the grass I was sitting on.
"Why won't it all just go away?" I said.
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