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My Story - 1. My Story
I stand now on the threshold
Of the winter of my life
For Eighty years I've journeyed
Through years of joy and strife
The mists of time churn softly
But clearly now and then
I see my past before me
And taste the fear again
Yes, fear became my master
A slave I was to fear
Fear, with every heartbeat
You see,
I was born a queer.
What hateful names were used
To vilify my kind
What dreadful ways we suffered
Abuse of flesh and mind.
I was born late in the thirties
They were stressful years
A time of world-wide upheaval
A dreadful time for queers
My early years weren't happy
However much I tried
My parents fought each other hard
And practised suicide
To cope I made a happy place
Where pleasure was conceived
Where fear and pain were banished
A place of make-believe
But soon I had strange stirrings
Both in body and in mind
New hair adorned my privates
Old muscles more defined
My voice began to deepen
Ugly pimples seemed to thrive
I grew another inch or three
My puberty had arrived
But, I've always had a feeling
A sense that something's wrong
A sense that I was different
That I didn't quite belong.
Nothing was specific
Nothing I could face
Just a general ambience
Towards the female race
Oh, I was part of all the banter
That teenage boys employ
The drooling o'er the female form, with
Lewd tales of sinful joy
I joined the raucous repartee
Divulging dreams of lust
I played the game; the hetro game
And lied . . . to my disgust
So,
My teenage years I struggled through
Tormented by my burden
No parents, friends knew of my sin
My revolting vile perversion
My persecutors loud and shrill they were
So strident and irate
From pulpit, courtroom, school and home
They brayed their awful hate
But I was too young to understand
What caused my suffering
To all it seemed I simply was
Not a person - just a thing
At night I cried my lonely tears
No one around who cared
There was no hope, no hope at all
In misery I despaired
So here was I at thirteen years
In the year of fifty one
No fault of mine I had become
An outcast - for all to shun
But nature could not be denied
For men like me inclined
In desperate need I searched for love
Wherever I could find
In dim-lit sordid toilet blocks
Amid fetid foul fumes
In the back seat of cars
In sleazy motel rooms
But soon came social pressure
From family, friends I faced
Stress to make an awful choice
To find- or not- a mate
Should I maintain my present life?
And admit that I was queer
Then bear the brunt of society's hate
And live a life in fear
To 'Come Out' was an unknown term
There was no accepted way
To 'Come Out' meant a life of pain
Each and every day
No, this was not a path to choose
Who wants to live afraid?
Who wants to invite punishment?
And be a renegade
Queers were such a sinful lot
Dirty, foul, depraved
Illegal, and cast down by god
So I chose the coward's way
To marriage in its blissful state
Reluctantly I succumbed
And soon, too soon it followed that
A parent I did come
Whatever joy my new life posed
Dark thoughts began to loom
How much I tried I couldn't hide
The elephant in the room
For twenty years I played the game
For twenty years I struggled
For twenty years the pressure grew
But in the end I buckled
And on one Sunday afternoon
I ended up facedown
Collapsing on the ground I had
A complete nervous breakdown
They dosed me full of Pentothal
So much that I became
Released from fear, anxiety and dread
And so revealed my shame
What followed then was dire and grim
Painfully I endured
Both electric shock and chemical dose
In hope that I be cured
For at that time it was believed
My condition was an affliction
That could be healed by medical means
Ha! A serious dangerous fiction
They sat me in a darkened room
And on a screen displayed
Random naked male torsos
It was all a ghastly charade
My body arched and jerked around
As current through me surged
In vain attempt to make me well
My illness to be purged
Then they gave me El Ess Dee
To induce hallucination
With female images they tried to force
A hetero association
Of course it failed, it had to fail
It's totally completely bizarre
Who we are is set in stone
You can't change who you are
The treatment left me in disarray
A physical emotional mess
Depression, fear, anxiety arose
I soon was in distress
The searing jolts of electricity had
Harmed me fundamentally
My damaged brain now struggled with
A crisis of identity
For forty years from then till now
I've lived with my affliction
Alcohol gave me some relief but this
Morphed into addiction
Thankfully all this now is past
And now I say amen
Perhaps my story a warning be, that
. . . It never ever happens again!
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