Male Victims of Sexual Assault Do Not Report for Many Different Reasons
In September of 2014 at a nude gay pool party in Canoga Park, California, I was the victim of male on male sexual assault. While I was talking to a nut doctor named Ben, Charles Kenyon, Jr. of Philadelphia, PA walked up and stuck his tongue in my mouth. “You are lucky I let you stick your tongue in my mouth”, I said to Charlie.
It was late in the day and I was sick of working as a litigation paralegal and so I bit off Charlie’s tongue and chewed it up for him. Instead of reporting his unwanted gay sexual contact I made a meal ticket out of him. Now I want to make a Chinese all-you-can-eat buffet out of Kevin Spacey. We all see exactly what we want to see in life.
Eye of the Beholder
We all see exactly what we want to see in life. One night forty years ago I was drinking beer with my father in his Jacuzzi. He took a drag off of his cigarette and told me a story that a few nights previous he witnessed a UFO engaged in dramatic aerial outmaneuvers in the hills a few hundred feet above us.
“Yeah right Dad”, I chortled as I took another swig off my beer. I was probably high on marijuana at the time or at least I hope I was stoned while a captive member of the audience listening to drunken stories in a Jacuzzi in Tujunga, California.
I was born in a trailer in Tujunga. Tujunga is an ancient Chumash Indian word that means trailer. We all see exactly what we want to see in life.
My Dad Didn’t Believe in God
Neither my Dad nor Anthony Bourdain believed in a higher power. It shows in how they both ended up in life. When my father’s father and his brother were ordered to quit smoking by their doctor’s they obeyed. When my father was ordered to quit smoking by his doctor he disobeyed his doctor’s orders. Six years ago on April 6, 2013, my Dad died of a heart attack at age 79. He refused to quit smoking and so his heart quit beating. My Grandfather lived to be 99 because Grandpa quit smoking when he was 55 years old.
Get Ready For Freddie
Nobody in my entire Goddamned family believes in God except for me and my sister Diane. My Dad’s cousin Fred Firebaugh, Jr. blew his brains out at age 76 because he didn’t believe in God. Fred was like several people in my family who were sociopathic and maybe even a little psychopathic without being full blown alcoholics. Looking back now I see that Fred probably had clinical depression. I occasionally visualize overweight, lonely, self-important Fred with his gray matter splattered all over his cheap one bedroom apartment in Bakersfield, California. Get ready for Freddie. We all see exactly what we want to see in life.