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sample male prison rape "maleprisonrape" story: I managed to say "hi" to Mattie and
actually hold a few minor conversations before and after class, but our
next classes were at opposite ends of the building and Second Period
History was about the only time we saw each other. I hadn't gotten my
driver's license yet, didn't have any money for dating anyway, and I was
getting pretty frustrated with the static nature of the relationship --
IF you could call it that.
One thing I did manage to find out was that Mattie was in the
Junior Actors Guild, an after-school activity group which put on plays
for the school. I have to admit, the idea of acting never really
thrilled me, but joining the JAG would let me be near Mattie more often,
and having Mom or Dad pick me up from school in the late afternoon was
different from having them drive me to or from a date (which I mentally
swore I would never have them do).
To make certain I had a reasonable chance to get into the Guild, I
first checked out a copy of Shakespeare's plays from the school library.
The school librarian and resident 44D, Miss Fuller, knew something of my
interests (art books, photography books, science-fiction, etc.) and gave
me a pretty weird look as I brought the book to the check-out counter.
She made me feel like I was bringing a Playboy to a drug-store counter,
or something. But she didn't say anything and I took the volume home,
out behind the woodshed (yeah, we really DID have one of those), and
worked on my "to be or not to be"s. Can you picture this? Can you
picture Mom catching me in the middle of Hamlet saying "What didst thou
think I had on my mind, country matters?" Mom looked at me pretty
weirdly, too. And each day for a week thereafter.
Finally, I told my folks that I was going to try for the Junior
Actors Guild, which sort of, but not fully, relieved mom. At least, she
must've figured, I wasn't going crazy. She gave me the mandatory
hazards-of-choosing-an-acting-career speech, but I had it cleared with
the folks.
Turns out, I needn't have worried about getting into the JAG. When
I went to the sponsor, Mr. Wessel, he lit up like a lamp. He was one
male part short for the next play, he said, and was about ready to dress
up one of the girls as a guy if he couldn't come up with another male
actor.
I've hated Shakespeare ever since...continue -> rape paysites |
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