For the second year I decided to participate in the A-Z Blogging Challenge. Each April bloggers write for 26 days (Sundays off). Each day is a consecutive letter of the alphabet.
Today is April 19th and the quirky letter Q
This story was inspired by someone I met when I volunteered at the local AIDS committee.
Terry chooses an isolated chair and sits.
Just as the speaker enters the room so do a few other participants; one of the fellows sits down next to him. Terry averts his eyes.
The presenter introduces herself as Cass. She seems at home in her skin, smiles a lot and gives the impression people can talk to her.
“Since it’s the first meeting for this group, we’re going to do a few exercises and games to help everyone get to know each other. We’re all here not to judge but to help, however we can.”
That sounds good. I like that. She looks like she means it too. As the staffer discusses the problems gay youth face, Terry’s body relaxes. When he had entered the room his palms sweated and his legs trembled. He knew he had been nervous about this meeting, his first, a group called Open Closet, sponsored by the local GLBT organization. He had always believed he was alone in his feelings and desires toward men. He had always felt he was different. At a few points in the presentation he exchanges looks with the guy next to him and it feels okay.
After the break, he takes a good look at his neighbour. Wow is he ever cute and he smells good too like a … cinnamon candy bar. He doesn’t look gay, not with those muscles and wavy brown hair. He could pass for straight. Yet here he is.
During one of the exercises, Cass asks, “Who has a girl friend or boy friend?” A couple of the guys raise their hand and one of the women. Terry hears a “whew” from his neighbour and chuckles. Bet he’s relieved he’s not the only one with a girl friend. Two years ago I had a girl friend too. Cass then asks, “How does that make you feel?” One of the girls said it made her feel like a phony. The cute guy next to him nods his head in agreement. After that Terry notices the fellow take some deep breaths and his posture relaxes.
The afternoon consisted of a bunch of exercises, skits and games. As Terry becomes more comfortable within the group, the bundle in his mind finally opens and he can breathe.
At the end of the session, as the two young men prepare to leave, “cutie” turns to Terry, “You did good there with those exercises.”
Terry jerks like a puppet on a string, “Uh, thanks, will you be here for the next meeting on Wednesday?”
The other fellow struggles to get his backpack on; his hair falls onto his forehead but he doesn’t push it back even though it hides his eyes.. “Yes I will and I hope you are too.”
“I will be here for sure – see you then!”
Terry flies down the stairs and out the door to catch his bus. He feels a huge smile break out on his face.
Quickly reading your Q posts
Wouldn’t it be nice if life worked out the way we wanted it to? Especially for those we care about