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Frankie Fey - 15. Revolutionary Ideas

Frankie returned to academia physically refreshed, all assignments up to date, head a ferment of plans to force the Rationalist University to be rational when it came to gender. To this end he visited Lydia Ivanovna and informed her of his strategy. She laughed, and promised to play the spy and inform the administrators of the forthcoming insurrection, firmly suggesting to the authorities that they not make fools of themselves by jumping the gun and prohibiting anything, but remain aloof until they saw how the student body reacted, and until the young revolutionary invited them to adjudicate.

‘Do you think they’ll give me time to sway the multitudes?’

She smiled again. ‘I can be very persuasive.’

After lectures, Frankie cornered as many male students as he could, plying them with his ideas and asking their opinion about the gender-free regime. To his surprise, most of them listened eagerly and agreed to attend a male-student-only meeting to be held the following day directly after lectures. Frankie chose the Garden Lounge for its relatively small size. Better to have a few people looking like a crowd than lots looking lost in a vast amphitheatre. He needn’t have worried. The place was jammed with standing room only. A large group of staunch feminists, infuriated by their exclusion, demanded entry but were physically forced out, and the doors locked. Two male staff members had been allowed to remain on condition they didn’t speak.

Frankie entertained his audience with quiet good humour and logic, ending with six proposals that he hoped would grab the attention of the University Administration and trigger a genuine debate about reform. So persuasive was he that when asked to do so, every male in the room stood and repeated in unison the words on the whiteboard.

‘I will demonstrate that males and females are physically different by swimming naked during lunch hour all this week!’

‘I will dress as casually as females showing bare shoulders and arms, lots of leg and whatever else I feel like!’

‘I will demand an interview with a male counsellor, and throw a wobbly when I can’t get an appointment!’

‘I will spend time in the rooms of other males, partying, laughing making sexist jokes, bursting in on female rooms and joining in their gossip!’

‘Between lectures I will sit in groups with other men and make comments about passing girls!’

‘I will challenge females to wrestling matches, sprinting races, tree climbing, archery—whatever activity I enjoy, and call them out if they refuse or fail to prove themselves equal!’

When the cheering died down Frankie spoke seriously. ‘Remember, guys, our purpose is to stir the place up, not to damage anything or start a war. We must be enthusiastic but peaceful; determined but do no harm; offend but not be offensive. We must be real men who are proud to be male. Our purpose is to make the feminists of both genders think about the consequences of denying our differences, not to force a gut reaction that bans us. Next week, we will hold a public debate with the Administration, during which those supporting the status quo must defend their rules.’

Clapping and cheering.

‘One last thing. Do not go back to your rooms alone or you’ll start to have second thoughts and chicken out. Spend the night with at least one other man; the more the merrier, and keep each other’s courage up. I will be at the pool at the beginning of lunch, naked, to prove to you it isn't a joke; so don’t wimp out or that’ll be the last time I’ll take an interest in male welfare in this place.’

Suddenly serious, they promised not to let him down, and then spent the evening wandering around in groups, annoying every female they passed and keeping other inhabitants awake till late.

Only Frankie was alone. Apparently no one thought he needed support. He didn’t, but would have liked company. At least Lydia had proved herself; not a peep had been heard from any staff member. He shook his head and smiled ruefully. Did he really want to go out on a limb protecting the rights of the other students? Not desperately, but it was fun. He wouldn’t do it otherwise. If officialdom stayed away from the pool at lunchtime tomorrow, that would indicate he had a strong chance of winning. And then came a knock at the door.

It was one of the lecturers who had attended the afternoon meeting; Mr. Saampa, Frankie’s favourite lecturer in the Drama course. A slight young man in his late twenties, intense and lean with short dark hair, a neatly manicured black beard and black-framed spectacles. Dressed in jeans and an abbreviated tank top that exposed a flat belly and attractive navel. He smiled tentatively.

‘Are you alone?’

‘Yes.’

‘I want to tell you that this afternoon you inspired me to stop trying to be what I imagined females and other males thought I should be, and finally be… myself!’ He blurted the last word loudly as if in defiance.

‘Thank you. And I see from your new mode of dress, that yourself is very attractive.’

‘Thank you. Yourself is even more so.’

Frankie smiled sweetly but said nothing. He wanted Mr. Saampa to say what he came for without either prompting or assistance.

The lecturer swallowed, looked at his feet, then straight into Frankie's eyes. ‘Are you so different from others that you don’t need a companion to bolster your resolve?’

Frankie laughed. ‘My resolve is in no danger of collapsing, thank you. But a companion would be pleasant… if it was someone I could be myself with.’

‘You could be yourself with me.’

‘You reckon? Well, its worth a try.’ He stood to one side as an invitation for Mr. Saampa to brush past. Their fingers touched briefly. They walked to the window and stood side by side, arms just touching, gazing silently down at the gardens below.

‘My name’s Laurent.’

‘I know, I checked the staff list.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you're one of the few lecturers I like.’

‘And you're one of the few students I’d ever want to see outside class.’

‘We’re a mutual admiration society.’ Frankie turned his head and smiled to show he wasn’t being sarcastic.

‘Are you just being polite, or are you pleased I'm here?’

‘I'm pleased, especially as just before you knocked I was feeling nervous and insecure at spending the whole night alone… by myself…’ Frankie's eyes grew wide and his cheerful manner made a very obvious and very melodramatic exit.

Laurent’s expression became equally serious. ‘Frankie! There’s no way my conscience would let me desert a young man so delicate… so highly-strung.’

‘That’s very kind.’ Frankie dragged the back of his hand theatrically across his brow. ‘Oh Laurent…forgive me but… I feel faint and… so… so tired.’

‘This is clearly an urgent case! Allow me.’ Laurent tore off his host’s garments, tossing them aside before doing the same with his own. ‘A massage is required to restore life to these manly limbs.’

‘A massage… my kingdom for a massage!’

And so they fell into bed where massage became frottage and then all the other things that two healthy, slim and fit young men love doing to each other before sleeping, then waking and doing it all again.

‘I’ll check the coast is clear before leaving,’ Laurent said in the morning.

‘Do you have to?’

‘No. I would like every female in the place to know I had sex with the sexiest man on campus, then they’ll stop pestering me to do it with them. But! And it’s an important but. This place is not homo-friendly. You like Lydia, but did you know she is one of the loudest voices in the staff room against gay acceptance?’

Frankie frowned. ‘I had no idea. You think we ought to keep it secret?’

‘If you want to pass your exams and I want to keep my job, yes. Two students would be bad enough, but a student and his lecturer?’ He shook his head in resignation. ‘No one will make a fuss if we act like good friends in public, but they don’t want to have their noses rubbed in it, as they like to say.’

A sense of excitement prevailed during morning lectures, in which significant numbers of male students wore flimsy running shorts, tank tops, Lycra wrestling singlets, sandals, even shirtless; whatever they fancied would make them look sexy or amusing or at least interesting and different from usual. It was a novel experience for youths who had been brainwashed into the belief that real men conformed to strict dress codes and took pains to conceal the very existence of their genitals.

No lecturer commented, and most other students thought it wonderful. Only a few angry and/or shocked female students protested; quickly silenced by scornful jeers from newly liberated males and genuinely delighted females.

The minute the lunch bell rang, over a hundred young men descended to the recreation pool where Frankie was bouncing on the springboard in his birthday suit, watched by the naked cherubs holding a large fish spouting water from it’s mouth. The students clapped and cheered as he dived in, then tossed their own clothes onto the grass and followed him, shouting in delight, chasing each other, dunking, diving and splashing like innocent seals—revelling in the freedom and sensuous pleasure of swimming naked after a lifetime of being forced to swim in knee-length shorts that clung, chafed, filled with water, and made swimming well nigh impossible if not dangerous, and certainly not a pleasure.

Meanwhile, dozens of bikini-clad female students arrived to stare in confused alarm at such a puerile display; refusing invitations to enter the water for fear of getting their hair wet, being thrust under, or otherwise treated in an unladylike manner. When two male security guards arrived to check on the noise, they were grabbed, stripped and thrown in to join the fun.

To their chagrin, the girls, whose charms were so carefully displayed in next to nothing on the grassy banks, discovered the sexy, active, and happy young men, all with penises only a third the size they’d expected after excursions into internet porn sites, were no longer interested in them. More than one of the young women entertained the traitorous thought that it might not be so bad after all to be ravished by one or two – or even three of such cheerful young satyrs.

During the week that followed, nude bathing continued and enough of the young men did as they had promised at the meeting to create doubt about the status quo in both staff and students alike. Dozens of young men demanded an interview with a male counsellor and became hysterical when refused appointments. Visiting other male students in their rooms suddenly felt totally natural and no one could recall why they’d not done it before. Some tried sitting in groups with other men and making audible comments about passing girls, but discovered it gave no pleasure; it wasn’t something men wanted to do - their natural urge was to please, not annoy. No girls accepted invitations to compete with male opponents when they realised they had to prove their claim to be the equal of men in all things, and they'd not be given any concessions because of their gender.

With Laurent’s assistance, Frankie turned a drama rehearsal room into a temporary men-only lounge that was full every night with card players, a pool table, darts and loud noise and laughter. On the last night, they had a dance. They danced with each other, and that too was a hoot. More fun than they could remember.

‘Why the fuck can’t we have fun like this when there are girls around?’ someone asked.

The answer was provided by a scrawny albino with mauve-tinted glasses whose sensitive eyes and skin precluded outdoor sporting activities and even indoor ones requiring normal eyesight. Stuart was reputed to be a genius and was universally liked for his bottomless good humour and wit.

‘I’ve never had a girlfriend and don’t want one,’ he said with a smile. ‘I'm one of those not so rare people who have little or no sexual libido. That frees me to watch and learn and I've come to the conclusion that I'm the luckiest man in the place. In case you hadn't realised, the point of Frankie's campaign is to remind us of the differences between males and females, some of which make it impossible for sexually mature men to behave like this when girls are present. In mixed company males are biologically wired to spend their time trying to attract a female for sex – and the sort of fun you’ve been having would make females dismiss you as frivolous and unsuitable husband material. The situation for females is as bad. Instincts compel them to spend virtually all their free time preparing for, and actively trying to attract a male. In other words, both sexes are too busy obeying their evolutionary mating instincts to have time for horseplay and irrelevant fun.’

‘You make us sound like animals,’ someone called.

‘You are, and just like all higher animals, attracting and keeping a mate is a very serious business from an evolutionary point of view. Once we reach breeding age, instincts drive males to display, and females to snare the best male they can attract into sex and marriage. It’s the nature of females to lure, and the nature of males to allow themselves to be lured and ultimately consumed, like so many spiders. You have my sincere sympathy.’

General laughter.

‘But Frankie’s not like that.’

Stuart glanced at Frankie for permission. Frankie nodded with a resigned shrug and grin.

‘That's because Frankie wants a male companion, not a female, so there's none of the flirting and teasing, the saying yes and then refusing, having to buy presents and treat the other like a princess. Between men, relationships are straightforward—friendship with extras. There's no pretence, so there's no entrapment. Each understands the other, knows what pleases and what doesn't. It’s a mating of equals. If I had a libido I’d prefer to be same-sex-oriented, that’s for sure!

‘Is there no hope for us sexy heterosexuals, oh sage?’

‘I suggest you forget females until you are a hundred percent certain you want to burden yourself with a wife and children. Until then, take your friends to bed when you feel like sex. Unless you're madly in love, sex is essentially an individual sport, so who you do it with makes little difference as long as they're physically attractive and healthy. You’ll save yourselves the irritation of not understanding why your partner acts the way she does, of always being in the wrong, of never pleasing, of never being quite good enough… a thousand things that make men crazy and want to beat sense into their girlfriends’ heads. You'll avoid all the time and money wasted on the rituals of courtship, and not have holes pricked in your condoms.’

Howls of laughter.

‘Yes, it would be funny to find the girl you’ve been screwing is carrying your child, wouldn’t it? Loosen your prejudices, men. Be adventurous and invite your friend to your room tonight to have fun. I guarantee it’ll be more relaxing and entertaining and equally as pleasurable with fewer difficulties than with your girlfriends. Hands up those who’ll give it a go?’

Frankie had retired to a corner to sit in amused silence, delighted to have such excellent, if unorthodox support. He was much more relieved than he’d expected not to be a lone voice in the wilderness.

After the ribald roar of rejection died down, a few bold hands appeared in semi jest. Then a chorus of ‘Go on, wimp.’ ‘I dare you.’ ‘Come on, be a man.’ ‘What're you afraid of?’ And then a surprising number of bravely inquisitive souls declared that in the interests of science, and out of curiosity, they’d test the theory and report on the morrow—if they felt like it.

 

No one reported on their experience the following morning, but more young men than expected maintained a smug silence that suggested they’d taken Stuart’s advice and not been dismayed by the experience.

Copyright © 2018 Rigby Taylor; All Rights Reserved.
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Frankie the revolutionary!

The test will come when they confront the powerbrokers of the status quo. Not all teachers, (probably very few) are good enough to direct independent minnded students. That takes a lot of skill. Hence most schools are run along the lines of amy camps with rules about sock height and hair length.

 

Very enjoyable. I am suprised that no one has died....😆🤗😍

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Once you open the floodgates there's no going back. Even if the school tries to re-erect the dam, the male students will remember what freedom felt like. Hopefully they can request to have at least one day a week to be all male, and if not granted, I predict a revolution may happen. I'm glad they had this wonderful time, in any case.

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12 hours ago, Canuk said:

Frankie the revolutionary!

The test will come when they confront the powerbrokers of the status quo. Not all teachers, (probably very few) are good enough to direct independent minnded students. That takes a lot of skill. Hence most schools are run along the lines of amy camps with rules about sock height and hair length.

 

Very enjoyable. I am suprised that no one has died....😆🤗😍

The power brokers in this case are in fact the student body - so Frankie has to convince them to change the rules. You are correct regarding teachers - in primary and secondary schools they are so concerned with control they don;t dare accept difference - failing to understand that if they did welcome differences, that would prevent rebels from disrupting their classrooms. but this is a University the staff really don't give a tinker's cuss about heir students, only their own prestige. Apologies for the absence of bodies. :P

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8 hours ago, Timothy M. said:

Once you open the floodgates there's no going back. Even if the school tries to re-erect the dam, the male students will remember what freedom felt like. Hopefully they can request to have at least one day a week to be all male, and if not granted, I predict a revolution may happen. I'm glad they had this wonderful time, in any case.

And I'm glad you're not bored by my tale - There will be a revolution of sorts, but not in quite the way you expect - think theatrical productions...:devil:

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I have to admit the lack of nuance in female/male interactions & group think is making it hard for me to invest in this segment of the plot. I can understand how this is a reaction against other dystopia plot lines that pit female vs. male, but I dont read/watch that media, either. It was nice Frankie’s lecturer recognized his need for companionship the night of the assembly. Glad the young males are finding comfort and friendship in one another.

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3 hours ago, sef said:

I have to admit the lack of nuance in female/male interactions & group think is making it hard for me to invest in this segment of the plot. I can understand how this is a reaction against other dystopia plot lines that pit female vs. male, but I dont read/watch that media, either. It was nice Frankie’s lecturer recognized his need for companionship the night of the assembly. Glad the young males are finding comfort and friendship in one another.

I agree about the lack of nuance - but that is the current case with the outpouring of denunciations against men by women who have been abused. I have nothing but contempt for men who abuse women, however, when men are publicly pilloried, their careers destroyed and lives ruined on nothing but an unsupported accusation, as is the case in Australia, then I get annoyed. For this regrettable state of affairs I place full responsibility on mass media.  Nothing should be published until a strong case has been made. Furthermore, with all the media hoo-ha, I have yet to see the accused male given an opportunity to explain himself. His actions may not be excusable, but sometimes the reasons for his behaviour make them understandable, and once they are understood, then it is possible to work out a solution. It is time for verbal abuse to be considered as damaging as physical abuse and for women to accept that they are not always right - just as men aren't.. I created this insanely "politically correct" establishment to show the absurdity of declaring both sexes equal - without defining equal. 

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1 hour ago, Rigby Taylor said:

I agree about the lack of nuance - but that is the current case with the outpouring of denunciations against men by women who have been abused. I have nothing but contempt for men who abuse women, however, when men are publicly pilloried, their careers destroyed and lives ruined on nothing but an unsupported accusation, as is the case in Australia, then I get annoyed. For this regrettable state of affairs I place full responsibility on mass media.  Nothing should be published until a strong case has been made. Furthermore, with all the media hoo-ha, I have yet to see the accused male given an opportunity to explain himself. His actions may not be excusable, but sometimes the reasons for his behaviour make them understandable, and once they are understood, then it is possible to work out a solution. It is time for verbal abuse to be considered as damaging as physical abuse and for women to accept that they are not always right - just as men aren't.. I created this insanely "politically correct" establishment to show the absurdity of declaring both sexes equal - without defining equal. 

Oh gosh, this topic is hot to the touch. I try to stay focused on things I experience or am closely connected to, in this regard I have seen both men and women on their best and worse behavior, in seemingly equal quantities. The mass media, to me, is a distortion that tends to play on emotions/anger/fear for profit, so I stay away from it unless I’m engaged in an issue locally. I think if I want to understand the sentiments of your writing I should stay focused on what’s going on with the male characters on campus. Their response to oppression is portrayed with much more sympathy and nuance than the campus ‘females’ who appear static and frivolous characters I have trouble relating to. 

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6 hours ago, sef said:

Oh gosh, this topic is hot to the touch. I try to stay focused on things I experience or am closely connected to, in this regard I have seen both men and women on their best and worse behavior, in seemingly equal quantities. The mass media, to me, is a distortion that tends to play on emotions/anger/fear for profit, so I stay away from it unless I’m engaged in an issue locally. I think if I want to understand the sentiments of your writing I should stay focused on what’s going on with the male characters on campus. Their response to oppression is portrayed with much more sympathy and nuance than the campus ‘females’ who appear static and frivolous characters I have trouble relating to. 

Yes, my guys are more rounded than the girls. [am I allowed to write girls?] But that changes along with the school rules. When I wrote this I was thinking that women have plenty of cheer leaders but no one seems to be sticking up for the males - and the few who try to, get howled down and accused of misogyny. I think you'll like the girl Frankie meets soon. This is the last of the sex battle stuff - the story moves on and all this will be but a sour memory. For most of my life the only gay men in fiction were limp-wristed hairdressers, sleazy paedophiles, creepy thieving bank clerks, vicious murderers. Then suddenly there were lots of gay stories in which they're usually vapid  hedonists concerned only with their appearance and sex. I've always wanted to read an adventure / thriller in which the hero was gay - not camp and queenly, not obsessed with appearance and drugs and bitchy chatter - but a healthy, active man who just happens to be queer. My other stories are like that more than this one. And they all have a particular social comment to make. You are wise to refrain from mass media exposure - it shrinks the brain. I actually have huge respect for the capabilities of women in every field, they are often more open to ideas and put more effort into their work than men. But they are emotionally and behaviorally not the same as men. They are definitely not the mindless creatures of Victorian fiction - they are smart, clever and reliable, but still not the same. And until we accept those differences, then relationships will always be fraught.

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@Rigby Taylor I admire that you’ve spent your time and energy correcting an imbalance you’ve experienced in society. I apologize if I’m being overly critical. You’ve obviously spent a lot more effort creating this work than it takes me to pinpoint a difference in opinion and slap a comment onto each chapter. Will continue to read with an open mind. The ‘war of the sexes’ stuff doesn’t leave a sour taste in my mouth, but it does make me heartsick. If that’s an imbalance I want to correct in society, maybe eventually I’ll dedicate enough time to an art form in which to couch my specific opinions and beliefs.

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