1986
/ South Florida /
Me 3 at Catholic school...
I was 11 years old, two months fresh from first communion. That afternoon, I decided to pee at the boys john on the second floor. I walked straight into the urinal and relieved myself. A hand seized my right shoulder, another muzzled my mouth. 17 year old Raul whisked me into a toilet stall whisked out his penis and told me to suck on it or else he would beat me to a pulp. Pocket-knife in hand, he told me that he was going to fuck me. He told me to drop my pants and then brusquely bent me over the commode, stuffed a sock into my mouth and then engaged in buggery. After he finished, he zipped up and left me standing there with my pants down sticky stuff I do not know what it was dripping out of my asshole...
To my horror, I discovered that Raul told his cousin Marcos about having had his way with me. About one week later Marcos said to me: "He fucked many at St. Joseph's", in reference to a Catholic institution for boys Raul and Marcos had a previous association with.
The incident was the beggining of the collapse of my faith in the Man-God Jesus of (what I later in life understood to be) Nicene Christology. Unfortunately, I discovered the existence of the Christological spectrum about 13 years later in my mid 20's. At age 11, in 1986, my cosmological understanding was based on the simple dialectical struggle between The League of Justice and The Legion of Doom in the cartoon series Challenge of the Superfriends from 1978-1979 and The Superfriends feat. The Wonder Twins from 1973-1985.
By Andrew(s) N. Moran ("Drew") a.k.a Miguel Angel Torres. Edited by Emmanuel Goldstein.
post-script: In 1997 I discussed the incident with a gay psyquiatrist in Miami. His approach was to "not empower the trauma". He made light of the incident, by interpreting it as a positive... "so you got to have sex at 11..." This perspective served me well in subsequent years after a much more serious and prolongued involuntary entanglement with sadism.
