INDIVIDUAL STUDY What Am I Doing?

A) Sitting

B) Breathing

C) Watching

D) Writing

E) All Of The Above

The Socializing Trio Of Women Discusses The Million Dollar Man With The Less Than

Average Night-Stick. I Laugh With Them As Our Teacher Silently Glares.

The Troubled Young Freak Announces His Intent To Call His Male Parent, As If We Give

A Shit. He Stumbles Out The Door & Is Gone Forever. I Wish!

I Look To The Trio For Guidance:

D Is My Friend Who Needs To Talk - She Is A Social Person! And Being Here In The

Library Must Drive Her Insane! Why? Because She Has Never In Her Life Finished An

"Adult Sized Book"! But Just Maybe...Someday...She Will Read Mine...

C Is The Word Processing Friend Whose Daughters Fight Over David Duchovny When We

All Know That He Is Mine! She Is The One Whom Everybody Asks Whether I Like Boys Or

Girls? I Think She Is Ahead Of Her Time...

I Don't Know The One Who Sits Closest To Me...The One Known Only Through Proximity.

But She's A Charming Black Haired Lady, Who I Think Will Soon Be 1 Of My Night School Friends.

The Freak Returns Like A Bad Cough...

Teenaged Beauty Circles The Room Pretending To Be Interrested In Literature... But She Is

Just Passing Time. She Smiles At My Observations & It Strikes Me That Her Sweet Friendly Smile

Is Perfect, & That Her Honey Suckled Skin Is Beyond Breathtaking. My Mind Wanders Through

Images Of This Stranger's Flesh & The Pleasure That We'd Share If Only I'd The Power &

Courage To Lose Myself In A Woman's Velvet Embrace! But That Part Of My Life Is Over! At Least

That's What I Tell Myself & Anyone Else That Asks. For With The Pleasure & The Passion Of

Hetero-Sex Comes Disappointment, Resentment, And Thorny Tears. I Look At Her One Last Time &

Imagine What Her Rosy Essence Would Commune To My Taste Buds If Given The Chance. The Portrait

In My Mind Of Her Naked Moisture Speckled Body Haunts Me For The Rest Of The Evening. What

Would She Say To Me If She Could Read My Thoughts? I Shudder To Think...

The Serious Man Sits Quietly Writing In The Corner. He Witnessed My Torment After English Last Week.

I Wonder Did My Costumed Aura Disgust Him? When Will We Find The Answers We Seek?

J Is Here Too...He's Young...Open-Minded...And He Is My Friend.

The Black Haired Lady Asks For My Help And I Do What I Can...She Reminds Me Of Bryan

(The Crossdresser)... I Wonder, Would She Be Offended If I Told Her She Reminds Me Of One Of My

Old Boyfriends? She Shouldn't Be Offended By Such A Compliment; Bryan Is Very Pretty.

I Lose Myself In A Picture Of School...A Black Man Forces Me Against A Cold Locker,

He's Going To Teach Me The Golden Rule: Do Onto Others As You'd Have Done To You.

And I Whimper As He Makes All My Dreams Come True...I Awake From My Dream & I Feel Like A Fool.

I Look At The Rest Of The Class: The Others Are A Crowd Of Strangers...

What Do They See When They Look At Me? Am I A White Supremacist Skin Head?

Am I A Flaming Queer? Am I A Threat? Am I A Mystery? It Isn't Quite Clear.

We Are All Quiet Now. It's Always Quiet In The Beginning And At The End. I've Finished My Work,

Goodbye My Old Friend And My World Without End...Forever Amen. The End.