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!
