Simply Adam

 

Simply Adam

 

A happy, chubby little fellow

The third of his parents’ children, their only son

He loved hugs and kisses and laughter

Maybe his family spoiled him a little because he was the baby

But he didn’t think he was better than anybody else

He was simply Adam

 

A good-natured kid, he was well-liked at school

Nobody gave him too much grief about being chubby

Because he had balls

Footballs, basketballs, baseballs

He was a good sport

He was simply Adam

 

As he approached puberty, he realized something disturbing

While a lot of his friends had started to notice girls

He thought of girls as nice enough

But oddly had no interest in being anything but friends with them

He didn’t want to kiss or hold their hands

It worried him, and he didn’t understand

He was still simply Adam on the outside

But he felt like there was part of himself that he now had to keep hidden

 

He was a faggot, a pervert, a queer

He wanted to be touched by a guy the way most guys want to be touched by a girl

When his friends looked at girlie magazines, he pretended that he was interested too

But the truth was, he had x-rated thoughts about young fellows

He was curious what it would be like to kiss a boy

Everyone else thought that he was still simply Adam

But he felt like a horrible monster

 

His middle sister, his best friend, noticed that something was going on

She asked him why he stayed in his room so often

He made excuses, but she saw through him

He finally confessed the truth to her through his tears

She told him that it didn’t make him bad, just different

“Everybody’s different in their own way,” she said

She was the only one who understood

But it helped him to become simply Adam again

 

In high school, he was a wrestling champion

He didn’t get aroused by groping other guys

Or roughly forcing them into compromising positions

But he certainly liked the awards he sometimes won for his performance

He also liked music and fashion and drinking beer with his friends

He felt like a phony sometimes because he couldn’t tell his friends the truth

But he didn’t want to stop being simply Adam to them

 

In college, he found others like himself, and he came out

For a while he overcompensated, partying too much

Drinking and cocaine and falling for the wrong guy

On the way, he found himself

Quit the drugs and the clubbing

Settled down and became

Simply Adam again

 

Today, he is a counselor

He is happily engaged to the right guy

He is a brother, a friend, a lover, a son, an uncle and great-uncle

He is okay with who he is

He is simply Adam

And he is glad of it at last

He hopes that one day no-one will feel ashamed of being gay

That they will be able to simply be themselves

~Adam~

 

I simply have to share this with you. It was part of the Write at the Merge prompt. It doesn't directly fit in with what I've written, but it will let you know a little more about me. I love stuff like this! It's crazy and it shouldn't work, but it does.

Also, the fiddle player is kinda hot! ;-)

Enjoy!