Storm Boy #19-24


 

 Storm Boy #19: Haircut

Today started off badly. Storm Boy, who usually comes Friday night, was delayed because his mom is not well. She told me to pick them up Saturday morning at 10. Just as I was leaving, she called to say no, she still wasn't to well. Could I come to visit? SB wouldn't be there; he was going to a party.

Hmmmmm... that sounded fishy enough to put Tangie into a real depression. I didn't realize at the time that she was just as irrational and confused as she usually is. I called back a bit later and talked to BR's mom (SB and mom were visiting BR's family when I had talked to them previously). Why not visit? SB will be here. Party? Oh, that's MUCH later.

When I got there, SB was there but not BR. BR was getting his hair cut by his aunt (who is a professional hair dresser) at the grandmother's place. Would I drive SB over there so he could have his done too? Sure! So off we went.

The chair was set up in the living room next to the sofa. I sat on the sofa, SB on the chair. He leaned back a bit, rested his feet on my lap, and got a haircut while I wiggled his toes. Every time I looked at him he flashed that devastating smile. Oh, BR snuggled up beside me on the sofa, so life was pretty good.

Then it suddenly was my turn. I hadn't expected a haircut, but the aunt is good, so what the hell. (By the way, for those BL's who also like aunts, this one is about 26 and stunningly beautiful.) As the haircut proceeded, SB stood up and took the little brush they use to get the hair out from under your collar, and went to work. He watched and brushed off every hair as it fell. This lasted about 15 minutes, which was fun. Then he brushed off my clothes, giggling wildly as he brushed off near the naughty bits :).

I took the boys home, having carefully put a lock of SB's hair into an envelope as a memento. I then suggested to the moms that I take the boys to Blues Brothers 2000 (which has a cute kid in it). To my surprise, they agreed immediatly, but I would have to take Mouse, BR's little brother.

Then I happened to mention the lock of hair. Well, was THAT a mistake. I got an hour of frantic lectures about Voodoo, and how I couldn't want it except to cause him pain, and totally ridiculous stuff like that. I gave it back to them. What country is this, anyway?

So a bit later found me watching BB 2000, with a beautiful boy on each side, trying desperately to quiet Mouse, who was truly on his worst behavior. By the way, the kid is CUTE and very athletic. Fun to watch.

Came home for a bit after the film, but SB's mom panicked and demanded her son NOW. At first I was very hurt, but it turns out that the problem is with my ex-protege, and she was afraid he'd arrive and kill SB (once, when drunk, he had threatened to do so.) So, home they went. By the way, BR is by far the better behaved of the two. Just quiet and very, very, nice.

Sunday I spent the day with them too. I went there, then took them shopping and then here. I hadn't shaved earlie, so the boys did it for me. That's always a LOT of fun. Then we came back here, I made dinner for everyone, and joined a few of the regulars (most are here too) on IRC. SB just had to talk, so he sat down and, with some prompting chatted a little bit with yoda, Ed, and a couple of others. They were really delighted! They sent kisses, which I delivered :))

I took them home a bit later; they have school tomorrow.

Tangie

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Storm Boy #20: Ups and Downs - Feb 21, 1998

This is the first Storm Boy episode in a while, and it has been a very difficult time in many ways. I lost my job and have no immediate prospects for another. I've been fighting, with little success, a severe depression. And the two mothers (SB's and Bunny Rabbit's) have been at each other's throats with me caught in the middle.

Last Thursday was SB's 10th birthday, and we planned to have the party here on Saturday. I spent most of Friday waiting in the car while SB's mother did various shopping and other things. My nerves were totally frazzled by the end of the day. Finally, after several hours, SB, his mother and his friend J came to stay for the night, with arrangements to pick up the others in the morning. Well, that didn't work out too well. SB has a room in my house, but his mother now won't let him sleep there. Why? Because his older brother (20) who is a real bad one (reform school, jail, drugs, all that stuff) and who abuses his mother terribly, told her that SB must sleep with her until he is 18, for protection against evil men. Hmmmph. And, because she was doing housework, she wouldn't put him to bed until 3 AM.

That started a row with me that lasted about an hour and plunged SB (and me) into the depths because he thought I would leave him. I told her at the time that she was making mountains out of molehills, and that she was a bad mother. At least I stood my ground, but I thought I had lost SB for sure. But no, by morning she was OK again, and we went ahead with the plans.

In the morning I started with the driving and waiting all over again. She was, again, in a bad mood and screaming at SB all the time (she is almost always like this; I've almost never heard her speak civilly to him). The kids themselves were squabbling, and for a while I thought the whole thing would be called off, but eventually we got here. On the way, I was treated to a long, loud lecture by SB's mom about how gay people are the servants of the devil, who intentionally make the choice to be gay, and that they must be put to death. That makes me just a tad uncomfortable with her. I told her that in this country and province, gay people are guaranteed the same rights as everyone else. She doesn't agree. I told her that if she didn't agree she should have not become a citizen of this country.

Then I asked her what would happen if she discovered, say when he was 12 or 13, that SB was gay. Answer: she would throw him out into the street and never speak to him again. This worries me; not because I think he is gay, but just the attitude. Women like that should not be allowed to have children. Anwyay, we finally arrived.

Then they came up with a long list of things that they had forgotten and sent me out to get them. I was to go alone so the kids wouldn't fight in the car, but suddenly BR's mom decided that BR should go with me. That began the best 90 minutes of the weekend.

Let me tell you about BR. He is 8, with huge glowing black eyes and a dark complexion. He is truly beautiful (as those of you who have seen his picture will attest). He is also, by far, the most mature of the 3 boys (SB, BR and BR's little brother). He never pleads with me to buy things for him, always thinks of me, is always there to help, and is always polite. The other day I was in the store and gave them each a dollar to spend. SB bought chocolate bars, BR's little brother bought cheese snacks, and BR bought a pot of flowers for his mother.

He spent the time with me in quiet conversation, happily running along with me to get things and hugging me from time to time. He has seen how affectionate SB is with me, and now emulates that, with big kisses and hugs. He will just, out of the blue, throw his arms around me and kiss me and say thank you for being my friend. I had a talk with him about gay people and rights, and he is very understanding. I also made it very clear that I would love him no matter what he was like in the future. And he knows what to tell his mom and what not.

The party was a modest success, and the early part of the evening went well. SB fell asleep on my lap while I was trying to type on IRC. I spent an hour like that before moving; it was very nice. But then the kids started to get restless, and bitchy. At one point I asked two of them to bring some cushions, which they had brought down, back upstairs. BR's little brother made two trips, J made one. I asked J to make a second trip. SB flatly told him NO. I told SB it was my house and not his business to countermand my orders. He told me to shut up. His mother got involved, then all hell broke loose. The two mothers are jealous, you see, and I'm stuck in the middle. Anyway, it took about 90 minutes to calm down SB's mom, who was hysterical that I wasn't treating her son better than the others. After all, she said, I called him my son, and not the others. Finally she accepted that I would treat all 3 as equals, and we apologized to each other for the things that had been said. During this time, SB wouldn't speak to me at all because he thought I was going to abandon him. He finally apologized too.

I went upstairs to say goodnight to BR's mom, and she started screaming curses and insults at me. Why? I'm still not sure, but I think that she took offence at some of the things that SB's mom said to me during the argument. She was calling a taxi, and would never return. If I was going to be friends with SB I would never speak to her again. By this time I was devastated, and came down to talk to some friends on IRC for a while. They were very supportive and I thank them greatly. One is even coming to visit in a week or two.

All this time the screaming continued overhead. But it slowly quieted down until there was silence. Still, I was afraid to go upstairs. Finally, I heard them both coming down and braced myself for the worst. Well, it didn't come. They were apologetic and quiet. They had decided that the problem was that my house is possessed by the devil, and that is not my fault. They insist that we go to church today to get holy water to sprinkle here. Hmmm... whatever works, I guess. They also agreed that depression is a disease and they will not accuse me of not being a man because I suffer from it. And everyone is friends again.

Today is going well. The kids are behaving well. I just showed them how to paint (a table). Latex paint, of course! SB used the few dollars he got for his birthday to buy gifts for the others. We (the boys and I) went for a long drive along the river and across to the nearest Indian reservation so they could see real Indians (wow). I've had lots of hugs, and BR loves to walk through the shopping center with his arm around me. There was a time when this would have terrified me, but not now. Now I am proud.

So what's next? This relationship may be too stormy for me to continue. He is a Storm Boy in more than one sense! I'm afraid that his tendency to lie for effect could someday lead him to lie that I have touched him. I'll wait a bit and see, and hope that things improve. But my real hopes now seem to be more towards Bunny Rabbit; he is much more stable and mature, and his love for me is much deeper. Mind you, I have known him since he was 2 years old and he feels very secure and permanent with me.

I wish I could KNOW that everything would work out, but I don't. This is a tightrope that I'm walking and sometimes I don't know if it is worth it. Can't there be an EASY way to love a boy?

Tangie

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Storm Boy #21: Beginning of the End

This may or may not be the last Storm Boy post. As you will see below, I have decided to have less contact with him, perhaps even eventually breaking off contact altogether. This is being done for my own safety, and because I think my chances of success are limited. However, it is reasonable to look for the Bunny Rabbit series, starting fairly soon.

If you read #20, you'll know that I'm very concerned about SB's uneducated, primitive and superstitious mother. You may also recall that she is violently anti-gay, which in itself is a recipe for disaster. Add to this SB's apparently pathological lying, and I have real cause for concern.

Tonight I got a call from BR's mom. You should understand that I've known her for about 7 years, and that she knows my full history and that I'm gay and a BL. She has, since she met me, developed a solid confidence that has withstood not only time but attacks by the police and youth protection. She called because she had been told a few things by SB's mother, in a confidence that she chose to break. SB's mom confided in her that she was very suspicious of my motives. Apparently she has been watching the playing and fun that I've had with SB constantly checking to see if I exhibited any sign of an erection.

Well, folks, I don't need this shit. I'm sad to think that SB's older brother is gay, a part time prostitute and thief, and that SB will almost certainly follow a similar path, but there is nothing I can do. So from now on I'm backing away from SB and I'll concentrate on Bunny Rabbit. He is a beautiful boy, but in his case the beauty is far more than skin deep; he's a boy I would be proud to call my son in every respect.

In case you think that this doesn't hurt, you're wrong. I want very much to be able to change the world, and to be able to save SB from a very sad life, but I just can't, that's all. You may even see the occasional post about him, because I'm not cutting him out instantly and completely, just backing well away. I'm only glad that I have such a wonderful alternative, a boy who has been working very hard to gain my affection, and who has won.

Tangie

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Storm Boy #22: Now the Cops - 2-27-98 2:54:59p

Someone, they won't say who, called the Youth Squad about Storm Boy and me. He and his mother were subjected to a 2 hour grilling last night, but both defended me staunchly. During this "interview" they repeatedly lied about my past and about the "evidence" they "now had". Well they don't have any for the simple reason that evidence can't exist for something that didn't happen. Oh, one thing they said was that they had a photo of me embracing him. Gee, is THAT illegal now too? They should be arresting every parent in the country about now. She asked why BR wasn't getting the same thing; they didn't know about BR. Well, thanks. Now he's scheduled for a grilling too. Mind you, he's been through this before (about 3 years ago).

One very upsetting commentary on the attitude of the Youth Squad is that when they were strongly reassured that NOTHING WRONG was going on, they were ANGRY instead of being pleased. It certainly would make a disinterested observer seriously question their motivation. They told her that they are going to watch me until they find the evidence they need. They have obviously decided to invent a crime that doesn't exist.

So now I wait. I have done nothing even remotely approaching wrong. We'll see what's next.

Three years ago, when similar hysterical cops did the same number on BR and his mother, they backed off when I actually talked to the people in charge. I hate doing it, but I guess I'll have to go through the ordeal again. Is anything ever going to go RIGHT with the world?

And my hat's off to SB for telling the truth for once. I guess he loves me more than I had thought. But I don't think I'll be seeing him for a while. BR's mom is gearing up now to give the cops a taste of her incredible rage. I wonder if they'll survive?

Tangie

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Storm Boy #23: Continuing at a Distance - 3-01-98

Last night I met Storm Boy and his mother again for the first time since the police interviewed them. I was actually very nervous to do so, fearing that her violent anti-gay mode may have been triggered. But it was much better than I had thought. They were very friendly, in fact, and she spent some time telling me what she thought of the police. However, now that I was getting the story first hand instead of second hand, it was a little less negative than I had thought. According to her she asked the police if they were going to be causing trouble for me. Their answer, apparently, was that since no crime seemed to have been committed, there was no point in carrying on any further. Well, we'll see.

She was greatly amused when I shook hands with SB instead of embracing him; and she seems to be willing to carry on the relationship. I just don't think I am willing to, certainly not on the same basis as before. I discovered upon seeing him last night that I have fallen out of love with him. Oh, he's still cute and boyish and so on, but in some ways he's a hollow shell. In spite of the seriousness of what had happened he was still incapable of uttering a single serious thought, or listening to a single serious statement. I will continue to be friends with him, but on an occasional basis, at his place, with none of the passion that was there originally. He is the first instance I've ever seen of a boy who appears to have nothing inside, and I mourn for him. There MUST be a soul in there somewhere; has it become so surrounded by defences that it can never surface? What horrors does this portend for his future?

Tangie

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Storm Boy #24 - Resurrection? - August 22, 1998

If you've been following these posts you'll know that I'm unable to see my Bunny Rabbit due to a dispute between his mother and stepfather. When I posted about this recently, Ozy suggested that it would give me the opportunity to renew my friendship with Storm Boy. The more I thought about this the more it seemed like a good idea.

Now, I haven't talked to SB or his mother since late June. They have no telephone and it's hard to get hold of them. They've also moved, and I didn't know exactly where to. But I did know approximately, and I also know where his mother's best friend lives, so I headed off in that direction to take pot luck.

I parked the car and wandered around a bit, hoping to see SB outside; no luck. But suddenly his mother's friend came out of her apartment, and was good enough to tell me where to find SB's new home. So off I went. When I got there, I rang the outside bell for their apartment. To my left was the front balcony, just above eye level. Suddenly SB's friend A (11 years old, whom I'll now call Red for his gorgeous red hair) popped out onto the balcony to see who had rung. He let out a whoop, and dashed back into the house to push the button releasing the door.

I went in and started up the short flight of stairs, only to meet Red on the way down. He literally launched himself from about 3 steps up into my arms, hugged me as tight as he could, and started kissing me. Since I've only met him a couple of times before, this was rather startling (but hardly unpleasant)! I staggered into the apartment, and Red and I waited in the living room while SB finished having a bath, apparently.

Once SB came out, I was treated to a repeat of the launch, hug, kiss sequence. Momma was there too, but looked very grim. Turned out she was just tired, though it worried me for a bit. We all settled down in the living room, mom and I to chat, SB and Red to climb all over me and stay as close as possible.

Now, by an odd coincidence, I just happened to have my camera with me (hee hee). I showed it to the boys who immediately wanted to start posing. Momma was not pleased. What was I going to do with the pictures? Was I going to give them to BR's mother? You see, the problem is not that she is suspicious that I'm going to molest Storm Boy; she thinks that BR's mom is going to use black magic against him by means of the photos!

That was soon settled, and I took some lovely shots of the boys, alone and together. Some of you may be lucky enough to see them in the not too distant future. They also took pics of me, with each of the boys cuddled up close. We then all piled in the car and went shopping for food (his mom prefers to ride than to walk; it's quite a way). When we got back, Red's mom was waiting for him; so we chatted for a while. I think they are all coming to visit my summer place in a week or so.

And what will I remember about tonight? Well, for one thing, I never cease to be enthralled by how beautiful Storm Boy is. He has a face that can withstand the closest microscopic examination without disclosing a single flaw. He has a summer tan now, which makes him even nicer. Red? He has the most stunning hair I've ever seen. It is a dark orange, shading to gold in the highlights. If hair can be erotic, this certainly is. He keeps it fairly long, too, which is perfect. He has pale skin with a few freckles, and deep brown eyes. He's not as beautiful as SB, but on a scale of 1-10 he's still a 9.

I'll remember that I wasn't afraid to have close physical contact with the boys, which they clearly wanted, even with the mothers there. I'll remember that these boys really need me, and I'll have to stay involved in their lives.

I'm reminded of the Bonobo post of a few days back. Neither of the two boys has a father who keeps in touch. The last time Red saw his father was 3 years ago; with SB it has been almost 10. The theory is that if a boy needs a surrogate he will send signals to attract a responsive man. Well, I don't know what the signals are supposed to be, but impulsive hugging and kissing certainly works!

In an oddly ironic situation, BR's cousin (8 yo) is probably coming to my summer place tomorrow. His mother, Piranha's sister, is not on speaking terms with her, and so the "ban" does not apply. She instantly accepted my offer to spend the latter part of the weekend. Guess I need some more film; the cousin is a very pretty boy.

Tangie

Posted by Tangie to BoyWrite on September 15, 1998 at 09:24:48: (etc)


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