alaskabibear
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I think I might have figured out why I'm "queer" and thought I would ask my good friends here on the GLBT board for help.
Well I think it all started long ago when I was in Idaho.
We were just poor white trash living in an old travel trailer at a gold mine north of Ellis. It was just me and my mammy. I was just 32 so I was still living at home at the time.
Anyway, me and my cousin (he was also just 32 and just out of jail) was laying in my bed in my half of the trailer when all of a sudden there was a terrible pounding and holerin at the door. I jumped up to see who was a knockin like that.
"Whose there?", I called through the door.
"Idaho!", someone calls back.
"Idaho... who?", I asks again.
"I da ho that stole your pappy and I cum to bring him back!", screams this crazed woman on the other side of the door.
Well with that I hears a roar of rage behind the curtain on mammy's end of the trailer, and out comes 245 pounds of angry woman racing for the door.
I tried to get out of the way, but mammy just sort of flung me to one side and rips the door open (actually, she ripped the door clean off it's hinge - the other hinge was broke before - the night Idaho stole paps as I recall).
Anyways, it was a turrible thing to see.
Me and my cousin Carl was hiding and peeking out the window as these two plus sized ladies was a scrapping over paps. In the end, knife play was involved and let's just say that paps aint never gonna be a pappy again. (It was, like I said, pretty terruble.)
Anyway, thats all background to why I figure I turned out queer, cause me and Carl, well we run an hid under the covers in my bed. As things settled down a bit, well me and Carl sort of just kep on givin each other comfert and support and pretty soon, well we done went and queered each other.
Soon after that night I decided to strike out for Alaska. I been up here working in the mines ever since. It's tough up here though cause theres only about two women for every fiftytwo men (the way I figure it in my head thats about a hudert to one ratio - I was always good at math). Anyways, I'm thinkin that it was a mistake to cum up here cause the only sex I can get is with other miners. And that aint helped at all in getting over what I did that night with Carl.
So, thats my tale. I'm a thinkin that knowing why I turned out queer might meen that I might be able to go to one of them weekend semanars and get the cure. Has anyone else been cured of being queer at one of these things?
Thanks for all your help ... and if you read this far I know your a nice person and I know I can say "gotcha - have a nice day!"
Well I think it all started long ago when I was in Idaho.
We were just poor white trash living in an old travel trailer at a gold mine north of Ellis. It was just me and my mammy. I was just 32 so I was still living at home at the time.
Anyway, me and my cousin (he was also just 32 and just out of jail) was laying in my bed in my half of the trailer when all of a sudden there was a terrible pounding and holerin at the door. I jumped up to see who was a knockin like that.
"Whose there?", I called through the door.
"Idaho!", someone calls back.
"Idaho... who?", I asks again.
"I da ho that stole your pappy and I cum to bring him back!", screams this crazed woman on the other side of the door.
Well with that I hears a roar of rage behind the curtain on mammy's end of the trailer, and out comes 245 pounds of angry woman racing for the door.
I tried to get out of the way, but mammy just sort of flung me to one side and rips the door open (actually, she ripped the door clean off it's hinge - the other hinge was broke before - the night Idaho stole paps as I recall).
Anyways, it was a turrible thing to see.
Me and my cousin Carl was hiding and peeking out the window as these two plus sized ladies was a scrapping over paps. In the end, knife play was involved and let's just say that paps aint never gonna be a pappy again. (It was, like I said, pretty terruble.)
Anyway, thats all background to why I figure I turned out queer, cause me and Carl, well we run an hid under the covers in my bed. As things settled down a bit, well me and Carl sort of just kep on givin each other comfert and support and pretty soon, well we done went and queered each other.
Soon after that night I decided to strike out for Alaska. I been up here working in the mines ever since. It's tough up here though cause theres only about two women for every fiftytwo men (the way I figure it in my head thats about a hudert to one ratio - I was always good at math). Anyways, I'm thinkin that it was a mistake to cum up here cause the only sex I can get is with other miners. And that aint helped at all in getting over what I did that night with Carl.
So, thats my tale. I'm a thinkin that knowing why I turned out queer might meen that I might be able to go to one of them weekend semanars and get the cure. Has anyone else been cured of being queer at one of these things?
Thanks for all your help ... and if you read this far I know your a nice person and I know I can say "gotcha - have a nice day!"
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