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Rusty is a homosexual
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Text by <a href="http://www.ling.upenn.edu/%7Ekurisuto">Sean</a>.
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Once there was a boy named Rusty. He was 9 years old.
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Rusty had a dog named Patches. Patches slept in a doghouse
beneath Rusty's bedroom window.
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One night, Patches couldn't sleep. He smelled a scary smell. "Bow-wow-wow!"
barked Patches. "Bow-wow-wow! Bow-wow-wow! Bow-wow-wow! Bow-wow-wow!"
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Rusty threw open the window. "Oh, no!" he cried. "The house is on fire!
Mother! Father!"
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Rusty felt the door as he learned at school. The door was hot, so
Rusty stayed in his room and yelled for help from his window.
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A big strong fireman came up on a ladder and carried Rusty to safety.
Rusty hid his face against the fireman's uniform until they were safe
on the ground. Rusty was very glad to see that his whole family was safe.
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"That's a good dog you have," said the fireman. "He saved your family!
And we got here in time, so your house is barely damaged."
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The next night, Rusty couldn't sleep. He thought about the fireman. He
thought about how warm and muscular the fireman had felt through his
uniform. He remembered the smell of smoke mixed with the fireman's sweat.
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Remembering the fireman gave Rusty a funny feeling. He wished he could
be together with the fireman again.
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The next day, Rusty talked to his sister Sue.
"I think I want to marry
a fireman when I grow up," said Rusty.
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Sue gave Rusty a strange look. "Boys don't marry boys!" she exclaimed.
Then she ran off and told all the other children that her brother
wanted to marry a fireman.
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Rusty went and talked to his mother. "I think I want to marry
a fireman when I grow up," he said.
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Mother laughed uncomfortably. "What a funny idea, Rusty!" she said.
"What will the neighbors think if they hear about this?"
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Rusty decided that maybe his father would understand how he felt.
"Father," said Rusty. "Did you ever wish that the house would catch on
fire again so that a fireman can rescue you? And did you ever wish he'd
take off all your clothes?"
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Father gave Rusty a strange look. "No, I can't say that I did," said
Father.
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The real shocker came at dinner that night. "I wish a fireman would take
off all his clothes and sleep with me in my bed," said Rusty.
"And I wish he would put a dog leash on me."
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Mother nearly choked on her tomato aspic.
"Eat your dinner, Rusty," said Mother.
"And be quiet."
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When Rusty went to bed, his mother came to tuck him in. "Now, Rusty, there's
something I want you to remember," she said. "Don't play with yourself,
or you'll go blind."
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"Okay, mom," said Rusty. He wondered if he could just do it until he needed
glasses.
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After Rusty was in bed, Mother and Father talked things over.
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"I think Rusty may be a homosexual," said Father.
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"It certainly seems that way," said Mother. "What ever can we do about it?"
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"I think we should have a talk with him and put the fear of God in
him," said Father.
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The next morning, Mother and Father had a talk with Rusty.
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"No son of mine is going to be a homosexual!" said Father. "God
says it's bad. If you don't give up this fireman business, we'll kick you
out of the house!"
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Rusty burst into tears.
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Mother talked to Mrs. Brown to see if she had any advice. "I think
my little Rusty may be a homosexual," said Mother. "I just don't know
what to do."
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Mrs. Brown's eyes grew wide. A <em>homosexual!</em> Mrs. Brown
ran away shrieking. Soon, Mother learned that she had been
un-invited from Mrs. Brown's Tupperware party.
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When Rusty went to school that day, all the other children ran away
from him. "Ewww!" they said. "We don't want to play with a homosexual!
We'll get gay germs!"
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Rusty stood behind and tried not to cry.
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Rusty was so confused that he decided to call the police to ask for help.
"Officer Plotchnik speaking," said the policeman.
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"Hello, my name is Rusty White," said Rusty. "I'm 9 years old. Everybody
hates me because I want to marry a fireman, and they say I'm a homosexual.
What should I do?"
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"Well, Rusty," said Officer Plotchnik. "You'd better not put your wee-wee
in any other boys mouths or bottoms, or you'll go to jail. Sodomy is a
crime in this state, you know."
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Rusty hung up the phone, more confused and depressed than ever. "What
am I to do?" he asked himself.
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After thinking it over, Rusty decided to run away to find a place where
people would understand him. "Come on, Patches," he said to his dog.
"We're running away!" He packed some peanut butter sandwiches for himself
and some dog
food for Patches. Then he took Patches with him and ran away to a park.
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In the park, Rusty met a man. "Hello, little boy," said the man. "How would
you like some ice cream?"
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Rusty knew exactly what the man was after. Maybe this was his big chance!
"Have you a fireman uniform?" asked Rusty.
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"No, I'm afraid I haven't," said the man.
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"Oh," said Rusty, disappointed. Then he kicked the man in the balls to
show him what he thought of child molesters.
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Rusty ran all the way home with Patches. Then he cried and cried.
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"Oh, Patches," he said. "There
seems to be nowhere to turn. I think I should end it all and kill myself."
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He looked sadly at Patches. "But I'm too scared to die alone. Let's
make a suicide pact, Patches! How does that sound?"
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Patches licked Rusty on the nose. Rusty took that to mean yes, so he
carried Patches outside.
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Rusty sadly carried Patches to the sidewalk. They waited for a car to
come by. Soon, a driver came speeding around the bend.
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With Patches in his arms, Rusty jumped in front of an approaching car.
The car screeched to a stop just in time. The driver jumped out of the
car. "Goodness gracious, young man!" said the driver. "Why did you
jump in front of my car?"
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"I was trying to kill myself because I'm a homosexual, and all my family
and the other kids and the police and everyone hate me," said Rusty.
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"Don't kill yourself!" said the driver. "Call the Gay Hotline! They
can help you!" He gave Rusty a card with a phone number, and then got
in his car and drove away.
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Rusty nervously dialed the number. "Hello, Gay Hotline?" he said. "My
name is Rusty White. I'm 9 years old. I'm a homosexual, and I want to
marry a fireman. Everybody hates me because I'm a homosexual: Mother,
Father, sister Sue, Officer Plotchnik, and all the kids at school. I tried
to run away but a man tried to buy me ice cream, and I kicked him in the balls.
I tried to kill myself
but the driver stopped and gave me your number. What should I do?"
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"What you need is a good family psychiatrist!" said the man on the Gay
Hotline. "Here's a number for you." He gave Rusty the
number.
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"Can we go to a family psych--- psych--- head shrinker, Mother?" asked
Rusty. "I have the number for a good one."
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Mother thought, "Maybe this will get those perverted homosexual thoughts
out of little Rusty's head." She said, "All right, Rusty."
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"Hello, folks, I'm Dr. Goldenberg," said the psychiatrist. "What seems to
be the problem?"
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"We're here because our little son Rusty seems to be a-- homosexual!" said
Mother.
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"Not to worry, folks. Being gay is a perfectly normal variation of human
sexuality," said Dr. Goldenberg. "The best thing you can do is to accept
Rusty for who he is."
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At home, Mother and Father talked it over. "Maybe we were too hasty to judge
the boy," said Father.
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"Maybe so," said Mother. "All right, let's talk to him."
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Father told Rusty, "Rusty, your mother and I have decided to accept you just
as you are. We're proud of our gay son."
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Rusty's face lit up. He was very glad.
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"Guess what, Patches?" cried Rusty. "Mother and Father say they're going
to accept me just as I am!"
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Patches jumped and barked joyfully.
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Rusty became a gay rights activist and gave consciousness raising talks to
his classmates.
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"And by using a condom or dental dam every time
you have sex, you can greatly reduce your chances of contracting HIV!" said
Rusty.
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Rusty's parents became avid readers of the P-FLAG newsletter.
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"Who needs a Tupperware party when we have all these P-FLAG meetings
to go to?" remarked Mother.
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Rusty's family tried to accept his kinkier interests. "Father, will you
buy me that leash for my birthday?"
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"But Patches already has a leash," said Father.
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"I didn't want it for Patches," said Rusty.
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Father chuckled uncomfortably.
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Rusty's family even helped set him up with a good boyfriend.
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"What about this one, Father?" asked Sue. "<strong>10-year-old boy into
fireman uniforms and bondage. Usually top but versatile.</strong>
Is Rusty a top or a bottom, Father?"
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"I think he's a bottom," said Father. "This looks like a good match for
Rusty."
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Rusty was very glad that his family accepted him.
He lived happily ever after.
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THE END
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<p>
<em>If you liked this story about Rusty, please send me the URL to your
homepage, if you have one. I'd like to look at it!</em>
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<em>P.S. (later): I've gotten such a great many emails from Rusty fans that
I haven't been able to respond to everybody. Sorry! I would like to hear
from you, tho.</em>
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<em>P.P.S. I'd like to ask nicely that you not copy Rusty into your
own web space. However, feel free to link to this page.</em>
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<em>P.P.P.S. In case you need to have it spelled out, the story is satire,
and Rusty is the personification of the little boy inside every grown gay
man. I am not advocating pedophilia, already. Geez. (Thanks to the 99%
of you who found it funny!)</em>
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