Hello everybody, I’m filling in for Dirk who is (was supposed to be) having a great time at IML. Let’s hope he doesn’t become a slave or pet dog and makes it home safe with lots of pictures and stories from the leather side of Gay life. (No worries there since I was unable to attend due to work and pressing housing issues. – Dirk) I thought I’d write about what it was like for a geek back in the 60’s in High School.

First of all, it was so different then. No computers, no cell phones, no air conditioning and lots of stairs to climb. The dress code might seem strange to todays youth. The boys could wear shorts in the warm months but long hair was a constant battle. Since the Beatles, every guy wanted to have the bowl over his head type hairdo. The powers that be wouldn’t allow it. If challenged a boy had to stick his finger in his ear. If his sideburns went past that they had to be cut. No hair could touch the shirt collar in the back. Girls couldn’t wear shorts or pants. Their skirt or dress had to touch the floor when they were on their knees. The task to see this was carried out was left to the girls P.E. teacher. She had hair like Paul McCartney and wore flannel shirts and what looked like men’s shoes. My Freshman year I had P.E. everyday and I hated every minute of it. I was the typical 98 pound weakling. I didn’t dare tell anyone I was gay. One day the P.E. teacher lined us all up for Jock strap inspection. It was on the list of things we needed but I didn’t know what it was so I asked my Mom, “What is an Athletic Supporter?” She said she thought it was high top gym shoes. The first day of P.E. I saw guys putting on this funny looking thing that left their Asses bare. I enjoyed watching them dress out of the corner of my eyes. Several of us didn’t have one but I heard the guys referring to them as Jockstraps. I went home and told my Mom I needed a jockstrap for P.E. class. She said, “What is that?” I told her it goes under my P.E. shorts. She said she’d see about getting one the first of next month because she had bills to pay this month and not enough money and if the school thought I needed one they should provide it. It was a few days later that the P.E. teacher who was also the football coach had his inspection. He lined us up in the Gym, as I said, and made us drop our shorts. he walked behind us even though It seemed more obvious from the front to me. He had a Ping Pong paddle and gave every bare butt a smack that didn’t have a Jockstrap. I was always a very sensitive guy and started crying. Many of the other guys made fun of me for crying. The next Saturday I robbed my piggy bank and went to the store and bought a jockstrap.

In my Sophmore year not much happened but being a geek I spent lunch hour in the Library. Everyday as I headed upstairs to where the Library was I passed a guy and girl who were hugging. The girl was always crying. The guy would glare at me as I passed. They were both red faced and now looking back I think they were fucking right there in the stairwell. They were there almost every day.

My Junior year a revolution of sorts took place. The Superintendent’s son had long hair and looked like Mick Jagger. Several students marched into the Superintendents office and demanded that either his son gets a hair cut or nobody has too. The rule was no longer enforced and the next year it was omitted from the handbook.

My Senior year was the only year I enjoyed. I had perfect attendance that year. The seniors got preferential treatment, even the geek ones, they got the best lockers and sat in the front at all convocations. There were a few guys I learned to avoid. Everytime one of us geeks came within reach of one of these bullies we would get either a kick or punch in the stomach or tripped or books knocked out of our hands. It seemed to amuse the crowd to see us roll into a ball and hold our nuts after getting hit there. I still hate to watch AFV’s on TV where they seem to think it is funny as well. Every guy was required to take Health & Safety and every girl had to take Home Economics. The same guy who was my P.E. teacher taught the Health class. He put me and two other geeks in the back table in the Home Ec. room. But, the table seats four. Who else would be seated there? OMG! it was Jim Dill the meanest bully of them all. He was in hog heaven. He told me to bring him a Suzy-Q for the next day but I told him I didn’t know what it was. He asked Billy, a little fat kid, if he knew what a Suzy-Q was and he said yes. So he made him bring him one. The next day Billy sat down and I saw his books but no Suzy-Q. Jim came in and sat down and asked, “where’s my Suzy-Q?” Billy started shaking and I knew he hadn’t obeyed Mr. Dill. Jim hit him in the stomach then the coach came in so I hoped it was over. Wrong, Mr. Dill put a stick pin through an eraser and stuck it in Billy’s arms and legs several times. He was bleeding and he cried out and the Coach asked if anything was wrong and Billy shook his head no. Mr. Dill never asked him for anything else and seemed to admire him for not ratting on him. One day I was in the only boys restroom for the whole school, and Jim came in while I was at the Urinal. He pushed the back of my head and said, “Good Job!” I didn’t know what he was talking about. Then he said, “Hey little gurl I want to see you out by my van at lunch time”. He had his sidekick Ray with him who was grinning like the cat that ate the canary. I knew if I went out there that I would be in trouble but if I didn’t go I might be in trouble as well. There was only one teacher I liked and she had said if we had any trouble to come and talk to her. I went to her room and told her what Jim had said and that I was afraid he was going to beat me up. Much to my surprise she sent for Jim and had him to come in the room while I was there. She told him that she had heard he was a bully and she wasn’t going to stand for it. She said if anything happened to me he would be expelled. He agreed to watch out for me and make sure nobody touched me. I thought it was all talk but about 2 or 3 weeks later a guy pushed me up against the wall a prelude to hitting me in the nuts. Somebody grabbed him by the nape of the neck and he turned around starting to swing until he saw who it was. Jim said, “Leave my buddy alone!” The guy said sorry and hurried off. Nobody ever bothered me again.

That’s some of the highlights of my High school years. I hope you found them interesting. I’m not witty and sharp like our Dirk, I want to thank him for trusting me with his Blog and I hope you’ll continue to read it and not hold my ramblings against him, Thank You, Ed.