02-21-2011, 03:53 AM
Hello All. My name is Mike and I live in Central Texas. All of my life I have written short stories and have been blessed to have some of them published. However, now, at the age of 60, I am writing perhaps the most important one of my life. This story is meant to be submitted to national venues for publication, if accepted. But that is not why it is so important. It is important because it involves the story of my best friend and myself in the 1960s and a pivitol event that helped shape my life. It involves one of those childhood buddies who you could always trust, the one who would never let you down, the one you would finally figure out, many years later, that you loved but nevergot to tell him so. I hope all of you had one of those friends. Now I am trying to tell him how I felt.
The central theme in this story is the night that my friend and I went camping on Buffalo Bayou in Houston, TX in the summer of 1963. That night we were approached and eventually attacked by a gay male about 25 years old. First he talked us into believing that the large campfire we built would draw the local sheriff and that they would arrest us. He convinced us that we should move our camp further back into the woods and build a small campfire so we would be well hidden. (Now we know why) Once we did that he suggested that my friend and him go look for fire wood in one direction while I went another direction to look for firewood. That we did, but, about one minute into that drill a warning bell went off somewhere inside me. I circled around to the direction that the man and my friend had gone. I started watching them when they did not know it.
First there were some verbal exchanges that got heated and eventually the gay man physically attacked my friend. He tried to push him down to the ground but when my friend fought back the gay man eventually pulled a knife. That is when I pulled my knife, rushed in, stabbed the gay man in his knife hand, and he eventually ran off through the woods. (Short version)
Here is the problem and where I need your advice - During the verbal exchanges between all of us some very derogatory words were used in reference to gays. Imagine two 13 year old Houston Heights poor boys and what we had been taught about gays. We used all of those words that night during the fight and the shouting. Use your imagination, I do not want to repeat them here. However, in my first draft of the story I do use them. I wrote it exactly like it happened. It needed no embellishment as it was bad enough as is.
I wonder if for the sake of good will towards all if I should dilute it so as not to affront whoever would be affronted, gay or straight? Should I be raw and risk the ire of all gays everywhere (IF it ever sees the light of day) or should I tone it down and possibly risk the dramatic effect?
Of course I would never use those words again out of the context of that event. Both my friend and I matured and came understand that gay sex is just the same as non-gay sex. Sex is sex, just choose what feels normal to you and move on. We prefer heterosexual but are no longer threatened by homosexual behavior.
I thought I would ask the people who might know the best. I cannot promise to do as others wish when writing up this critical event in our lives, but I am open to debate.
Peace be with you all. I appreciate any feedback.
And for those serving in the Military, or those that have served, from one Vet to another, thank you!
The central theme in this story is the night that my friend and I went camping on Buffalo Bayou in Houston, TX in the summer of 1963. That night we were approached and eventually attacked by a gay male about 25 years old. First he talked us into believing that the large campfire we built would draw the local sheriff and that they would arrest us. He convinced us that we should move our camp further back into the woods and build a small campfire so we would be well hidden. (Now we know why) Once we did that he suggested that my friend and him go look for fire wood in one direction while I went another direction to look for firewood. That we did, but, about one minute into that drill a warning bell went off somewhere inside me. I circled around to the direction that the man and my friend had gone. I started watching them when they did not know it.
First there were some verbal exchanges that got heated and eventually the gay man physically attacked my friend. He tried to push him down to the ground but when my friend fought back the gay man eventually pulled a knife. That is when I pulled my knife, rushed in, stabbed the gay man in his knife hand, and he eventually ran off through the woods. (Short version)
Here is the problem and where I need your advice - During the verbal exchanges between all of us some very derogatory words were used in reference to gays. Imagine two 13 year old Houston Heights poor boys and what we had been taught about gays. We used all of those words that night during the fight and the shouting. Use your imagination, I do not want to repeat them here. However, in my first draft of the story I do use them. I wrote it exactly like it happened. It needed no embellishment as it was bad enough as is.
I wonder if for the sake of good will towards all if I should dilute it so as not to affront whoever would be affronted, gay or straight? Should I be raw and risk the ire of all gays everywhere (IF it ever sees the light of day) or should I tone it down and possibly risk the dramatic effect?
Of course I would never use those words again out of the context of that event. Both my friend and I matured and came understand that gay sex is just the same as non-gay sex. Sex is sex, just choose what feels normal to you and move on. We prefer heterosexual but are no longer threatened by homosexual behavior.
I thought I would ask the people who might know the best. I cannot promise to do as others wish when writing up this critical event in our lives, but I am open to debate.
Peace be with you all. I appreciate any feedback.
And for those serving in the Military, or those that have served, from one Vet to another, thank you!