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Tim and the Corsair
about Mark Patterson came out on Good Friday. The front page headline,
black, sans serif, said, “SHAME!” It certainly caught your eye. It
caught a lot
of people’s eyes.
by Carl Holiday
Chapter 12 – The Principal Reason
That night, “North Park High School in
the city of North
Park, Washington,” was the lead-in on the Huntley-Brinkley
a brief moment in time, North Park was on the minds of
millions of television viewers across the nation. What most of the
staff, and students at North Park High did to Mark Patterson was on the
of a lot of parents of high school athletes. Changes had to be made.
the side of truth had won out again over those who preferred lies,
seemed to be at North Park High School, everyone that is except for
secretary, and six of Mark’s teachers. News reporters were everywhere
get interviews with students.
Home Room was
extended to a
full hour so all the students could attend an assembly in the
in the first thirty minutes and half later. The first assembly lasted
forty-five minutes. That’s the one I was supposed to attend, but I
ended up at
both of them. I turned out to be one of the participants. It seemed to
a lot of
people I was the reason Mark Patterson nearly killed himself.
A. “Billy” Washington was the emcee.
gentlemen. For those of you who do not know me, I am the Acting
Principal at North Park High School.
Former Principal Steven J. Jennings is no longer employed by North Park
(Pause for audience
stunned silence mostly.)
“As I’m sure many
of you are
aware, North Park has been in the news very recently. We even
on a couple national TV news programs.
“Now, I’m not going
you rehashing the Morning Herald article. It was very detailed
to the heart of the problem. There are a lot of sick minds here and a
weak minds, too. The sick minds wanted someone removed from this
weak minds followed like sheep to slaughter. Unfortunately, I can count
among the sheep.”
(Pause to allow
consider whether they were a sicko or a sheep.)
morning, to lay down a few rules . . .”
James, one of the worst sickos, raised his hand, then stood up. “You’re
going to allow that homo football player to come back, are you?”)
little laughter, possibly from the other sickos.)
yes, Mr. James, I might have expected an outburst from you. Mr. Love,
would be so kind and remove that person from this assembly. The
paperwork is in
the office, just fill in his name, call his parents, and we won’t be
by him anymore.”
to allow Dickie James to be escorted out of the auditorium.)
know you’re asking yourselves, ‘What’s become of Dickie?” Well, if he
waited until I laid out the new rules and considered his situation here
at North Park, he might not have said what he did. Dickie
James is being expelled
from this institution; and, no, he will not be back next year. So, if
any others who would like to make a similar statement, the paperwork is
office, all you have to do is fill-in your name and we won’t have to
about what you might say, either.”
to allow students to grasp the situation.)
now, let’s see, where were we, ah, yes, the rules. By the direction of
School Board, there will be no derogatory remarks directed toward Mark
Patterson from this day forward. There will be no physical actions
against Mark Patterson from this day forward. There will be no
or physical attacks toward any other North Park student.
institution and the City of North Park are under a cloud of shame right
it behooves you to understand now is not the time to think you are
any other person in this city or school. And, just to let you know,
to the other two high school principals in North Park and they will not
be accepting anyone who is
expelled from this high
school. I’ve also spoken to a number of high school principals in
Seattle and, well, you’ll have a hard time finding a
mat there. In other words, no one wants a bigoted troublemaker in their
We don’t want you here, they don’t want you there.
were a number of questions. One dealt with Billy Washington’s ethnicity
whether “we white people” had to listen to him. That student was
the office, as were a number of others who seemed to be in agreement.
were a couple comments directed toward me, giving me a hint why I was
to the second assembly, and those individuals were escorted to the
everything seemed to settle down with some degree of uneasiness
floating in the
air. The school’s bullies acted big and tough for a while, then after
announcement over the school’s PA system that one of their number was
longer a member of the student body, they seemed to be unsure what they
supposed to do, as bullies, that is. There were, of course, still
wandering the halls, sitting in classrooms, sitting behind teacher’s
wherever else they hid, but they’d obviously gotten the message. Or,
Fairy Table was practically full when I got there with my tray. Girls.
guys. Girls like fags, no threat. Girls are funny, too. You know they
opinion on their boyfriend’s dick, but they just can’t get themselves
Probably, because they’re afraid to find out he’s been cheating on the
side of the fence. Other than PE, where would I have seen their
dick? Monica wasn’t there. Alice Matthews, Brenda Robertson, Denise
Suzy Washington—who was not Billy Washington’s daughter, niece, or
close, but they were related—sat in the first four places, with Denise
closest to me. We’d known each other since fourth or fifth grade. I
other two were hangers-on, because I didn’t really know them. Maybe,
Mark and were hoping he was going to come back.
nodded, acknowledging their presence, but no one said anything, so I
eating my lunch.
don’t think he knew I’d seen him coming my way. Jerry Arnold, jokester,
obnoxious bastard, the kind of kid who said he liked you but told the
most disgusting queer jokes in school like, “Why can’t you let a fag
change a light
Because he’ll stick his cock in the socket and electrocute himself.
Har!” He was carrying a tray full of food. He was walking toward me. He
look around to see Billy Washington walk into the cafeteria.
fag, compliments of the football team,” he said behind me.
turned around and grabbed his crotch, getting his dick and balls in my
which wasn’t that difficult considering what Jerry had, or rather
I squeezed as hard as I could. There was a slight whimper. I twisted my
and tried to squeeze harder. The whimper was a little high in pitch, a
lower in volume.
don’t you put your face in it?” I asked, trying to squeeze a little
enough, Geoff, I think Jerry’s got the message,” Billy said. “Here let
that tray. Oh, and, Jerry, why don’t you come with me to the office.
who contributed to this tray of food are waiting for you.”
and, Geoff, come to my office after lunch. Okay?”
defended myself. The old Geoff would’ve let himself be humiliated, but
new Geoff. Only, I wasn’t certain the new Geoff could fend off every
good, Geoff,” Suzy said. “And, thank you for not letting Jerry dump all
food on me, too.”
no problem, I guess.”
Geoff, that was quite a hold you had on him,” Alice said.
it wasn’t that much, really.”
bet his girlfriend doesn’t know that,” Brenda said.
all laughed, plus the tables on either side of us. Too bad Jerry was
be expelled, he was going to be the laughingstock of the school for
while. His poor girlfriend wasn’t going to fare much better until the
around she’d dumped him and his little dick.
sat there eating my lunch and looking at Mark’s empty chair. From what
Randall said, Mark was having a little difficulty coming back to
he might have gotten through the door, only to be pulled back, or,
pushed out because it wasn’t his time. Anyway, he didn’t seem to like
back. A tear dribbled down my cheek.
you alright, Geoff?” Denise asked. She had long black hair, black
the whitest skin of anyone I’d ever met and it was thick. There was a
blood vessels. Stark was a good word for her. She was short and slim
breasts, if I could be a judge of breasts. She was wearing a white
a frilly lace collar.
I’m okay, I was just thinking of Mark.”
he okay? No one has said anything.”
don’t really know how bad it is. All I do know is he’s still in the
he’s having a little trouble accepting the fact he lived through it.
let me see him, right now.”
about that weird friend of his?” Alice asked. “He was always acting
like Mark was
boyfriend, or something, and Mark isn’t even queer.”
what about that guy?” Brenda asked.
was sent to Western State for recovery and evaluation.”
he Sam Black from over on Mallard Lake?” Denise asked.
that was his name,” Brenda said.
he in trouble because of something he did to his sister?” Alice asked.
thought that had been settled,” Suzy said.
they went on talking, completely ignoring me. I finished my lunch and
you tomorrow, Geoff?” Brenda asked.
I guess, but why?”
what?” Denise asked.
are you sitting at the Fairy Table?” I asked.
moved the fairy over to the other atrium. It’s a dolphin, now,” Suzy
looked and there was a marble dolphin standing where the fairy used to
don’t give us that disgusted look. As far as the four of us are
we’ll sit with you and Mark wherever you guys sit. Okay?”
Suzy, thanks. Yeah, thanks, all of you.”
seemed I had friends. They were all girls, but at that point in time I
feel I could be choosy.
suspending you for the rest of the day,” Billy said.
What did I do?”
think you’re smart enough to figure that out, after all you did sign
stating you read and understood them.”
he was going to . . .”
are times when a physical response is appropriate and times when it
You’re lucky I don’t expel you, because I do have that option.”
think I liked you as Boy’s Vice Principal better,” I said getting to my
reached across his desk and we shook hands. It was as firm as I
not settling for a handshake, not between friends like us,” Billy said
around the desk and wrapping his arms around me into a hug. I felt his
pressing against my abdomen, it was hard. His right hand descended to
and he pulled me into him. He started to move his hips rubbing his cock
shit!” I said.
know you’re sexually active, so how about a quick blowjob?” Billy said.
released me, but we stood close enough for me to easily bend down and
in my mouth. He unzipped his slacks and took it out. “Go ahead, I know
no, I don’t, no,” I said. I didn’t want to. It was as simple as that.
He was my
Principal for god’s sake. I kept staring at it. It was long, thick, and
turned to leave, but Billy grabbed my arm.
Come on, Geoff, quit struggling. I’m not going to hurt you.”
let go of my arm and put his dick back where it belonged. I was scared.
Geoff, buddy, calm down,” Billy said, putting an arm across my
like. We were buddies. Only, I felt more like a victim. Why me? Why did
shit always happen to me? “Now, Geoff, I’d appreciate if this didn’t
get out of
my office, if you know what I mean.”
I don’t want anyone to know, either,” I said. I felt him pat my ass
like I was
a football player or something, only his pat was more of a lingering
stepped away from him and went out the door.
and four other cheerleaders were in the school office. All of them were
their spirit sweaters with the silver football very prominent over
breasts. Poor Monica didn’t have a clue. I smiled.
are you doing here?” She asked.
to rip Jerry Arnold’s balls off,” I said. “I’ve been suspended for the
the day. What are you doing here?”
of a sudden people don’t like us wearing our spirit sweaters with the
football,” she said, indignation wrapped around her words. “We’re
the Coach and the players Mark turned in.”
supporting them after all the newspaper articles, the television
the assembly this morning?”
newspaper articles? Marsha, do you read the newspaper?”
Marsha English said. Why indeed? The others nodded that the news was
they left for more intelligent people.
about the assembly this morning?” I asked.
we had a cheerleader meeting this morning that was way more important,”
said. She was head cheerleader. More like head dummy.
other cheerleaders came in and two of them had their pom-poms. They
freshmen and had to do all the silly rah-rah shit.
walked out of his office and stared at me. Then he noticed the forever
on the girls. “Geoff, I thought I sent you home?”
was just wondering why no one told the dense team,” I said. “I’ll see
on into my office, girls, time for a little explanation of why you’re
your cheerleading gear,” Billy said.
Principal Jennings, n_____?” Marsha asked.
Billy could’ve turned a brighter shade of livid, I’m sure he did, but
skin did a good job of camouflaging his immediate reaction. I looked at
smiled. He smiled back like we were still friends.
didn’t feel like riding the bus home. The four mile walk was going to
good. I stopped by Johnny’s fifth period class and told his teacher to
I was being sent home early.
I should have taken the bus because when I got to the railroad crossing
Hundred Twenty-third I paused for a long moment. I don’t know if I was
thought, or that dark part of my mind was taking opportunity at hand
stopped my leg muscles from working. I was thinking hard about what to
Billy. Something had to be done, but it would be my word against his. I
screwed no matter what happened.
didn’t hear the train. They don’t go that fast anyway. It’s just a
was put in around the turn of the century to serve the foundry, rolling
and sawmill, then other businesses that saw the advantage of locating
next to a
cop pulled me out of harm’s way at the last moment. The train was in
but it wasn’t going to come to a complete stop for at least a couple
feet. The cop and I were sitting on the ballast as the train went by,
screaming. I knew him, but couldn’t remember where we’d met.
do I call your psychiatrist, or take you down to the station?” He
helping me up to my feet.
I asked. Honestly, I didn’t realize what just almost happened.
train, Geoff! The train!”
looked at him and then it came to me.
I’ve got a problem . . .”
I wasn’t trying to commit suicide.”
certainly looked like it.”
I wasn’t. Honest. It’s something else, entirely, different.”
I didn’t want to reveal my sexual orientation. You just don’t go around
people you’re gay. You never know who you’re going to run into,
especially in a
town where the last fag nearly died. I could’ve said, “My Principal
propositioned me,” but it was his word against mine and I was a known
They’d say I imagined him asking for a blowjob and taking out his dick,
wasn’t that bad other than it was attached to my Principal, even if he
train crew arrived and the officer suddenly became very busy placating
over my attempt to ruin their afternoon. That’s the biggest problem
a train to commit suicide. There is someone sitting in the driver’s
Someone who has to try to stop the train before it sends you to
someone also has to get out and see how many body parts you’re missing
whether you’re gone, or simply going as blood unstoppably seeps out of
wounds. They get very angry when you get out of the way at the last
some ways, it’s as if they wished they’d hit you because in all
expression, “Ah, shit!”, is meant to be taken quite literally, as far
I tried to make myself as insignificant as possible and walked over to
police car. Another car drove up and Officer Tomlinson got out. He
looked at me
and shook his head. He held the back door of his car open and I got in.
wondered if anyone was going to believe me. It certainly looked like I
trying use a train for the ultimate end, but I didn’t think I was. Of
there was that dark part of my mind that wanted to die, no matter what
Doctor Randall gave me or what we discussed at our sessions. About the
thing that we’d been able to do so far was compartmentalize that area
to build good thoughts around it. Sort of like, have a bad thought,
think a good thought, or two or three. Kind of like putting up mental
around an internal ogre that wanted my body turned into a lump of flesh
in a puddle of blood, Geoff Tartare.
Tomlinson got back in the car and turned to me. He looked unhappy.
Well, he had
a right to be disappointed.
take you home,” he said and turned around.
to say, Doctor Randall was not happy to see me get out of a police car.
even less happy when I was escorted to the door by Officer Tomlinson.
even more unhappy when he was told I almost stopped the Monday
to your room, we’ll talk about it in a little bit,” Doctor Randall said
sounded just like a dad. I was impressed.
tried to look properly chastised and went into the house. Now, was not
to argue. Of course, I had been standing on the tracks, that was a
given. Why I
stopped on the tracks was beyond me. The man asked for a blowjob. It
simple as, “Hey, gay boy, suck my cock.” At least he didn’t tell me to
over for a couple swats, then try to shove that thing in where it
That certainly happened to me on a more regular basis than a request
blowjob, which hadn’t ever occurred, ever, even from the few gay boys I
No one came up to me and said, “Hey, Geoff, how about showing me how
cocksucker you are.” No one, ever.
was sitting on my bed when Doctor Randall knocked on my door jamb. That
encouraging, this wasn’t going to be the kind of visit that ended in
at least I hoped so. He did have a syringe and a bottle of the clear,
stuff, nighty night Geoff medicine, super sedative stuff. I’d have to
good story, or it was going to be a long nothing.
didn’t purposefully try to have the train hit me,” I said when he sat
beside me and placed the syringe and medicine on the other side of him.
thinking about something and the next thing I know is I’m sitting
tracks with a policeman as the train screamed by.”
are you home early?” That was a good place to start. I hadn’t thought
but I guess if you’re in the crazy person business establishing a
reason for a
suicide attempt is the first thing you go for.
was suspended for the afternoon,” I said, trying to smile. We were
close to why
I stopped on the tracks. He was going to get me to tell him. It was
going to be
my word against Billy’s and I was going to be in big trouble, syringe
you mind telling me why?”
changed at school this morning.”
know, I talked to the new Principal, who sounded a lot like the old
Boy’s Vice Principal.”
and the same, but then he must have told you why I’m here and not, uh,
almost getting on the bus right now.”
get smart with me.” Where the hell did that come from? I wasn’t being a
smartass, or at least I hoped I wasn’t sounding like a smartass.
needles stuck in their arms.
Arnold, who can be a real prick sometimes, tried to dump a tray of food
and I grabbed him in the crotch. I did a good job, too. Except,
Washington was there and saw me do it.”
him good, huh?”
he’ll have blue balls and not from dry humping his girlfriend. Anyway,
new rules I wasn’t supposed to do that. I wouldn’t have done it a month
but I did it and I feel good the way I reacted to his threat.”
what it’s worth, Principal Washington and I agree with you, but that
what you were thinking about. Was it?”
Principal Washington tell you anything?”
don’t know. I guess it depends on how you look at it?”
you should just give me the injection. You’re going to do it anyway.”
injection is not for punishment. It’s to keep you from doing something
didn’t stop on the tracks on purpose.”
already said that.”
wasn’t thinking about getting suspended, grabbing Jerry, or anything
on, Geoff, you know it’s going to burn a hole in you. You know you’re
until you get it out.”
I tell you, you have to believe me. I didn’t imagine it. Or, I don’t
imagined it. Today’s been kind of stressful for someone who is
everyone suddenly knows why.”
not because of that stress, is it?”
raised his eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. I felt tears in my
was just like the time my Dad talked to me about throwing rocks at
and running away, only I didn’t run fast enough.
I guess you might as well get comfortable,” he said standing up and
syringe and medicine with him. “Go ahead and get ready for bed, you’ll
I don’t need that stuff,” I said through tears dribbling down my
know you’re not going to believe me. You talked to the Principal
he didn’t tell you he propositioned me.”
what?!!” Doctor Randall was down on the bed in dad mode.
he suspended me, I shook his hand, but he said he wanted a hug. Hugs
innocent, they’re meant to make you feel good. I don’t mind getting
I could feel his erection pressing against me and he grabbed my ass
harder against him. Then he took it out and told me, no asked me, or I
remember how he said it, but he wanted a blowjob and he said he knew I
sexually active. I know you won’t believe me, but that’s what I was
about. I said no, if it matters.”
dirty fucking bastard!” Doctor Randall exclaimed. Then he stood up,
the syringe and medicine, and started walking toward the door. Then he
“As long as you’re home early, Mark wants to see you. Go to the
talk to him. Maybe it’ll make you both feel good.”
he was gone.
hadn’t seen Mark since that morning when he called and we saved Sam and
from certain death. There was still a lot of bruising around his neck
was a bandage circling his neck where the rope must have dug into the
was going to have a permanent reminder of his failed attempt at
hanging. In a
way, I thought he was lucky because as a jumper I was unlikely to have
permanent reminder of my failed attempt because jumping was almost a
deal, especially if you remember head first. Of course, there were a
survived, those who chose water over land and hit at such an angle
weren’t driven up into their torso, their lungs didn’t collapse, or
weren’t high enough.
looked sad, the sadness of not dying, of not making it, of not having
correct credentials when you showed up at the door. I smiled and placed
on his right knee. He looked up at me, as if he hadn’t noticed I
smiled a little. Then the shadow descended and he fell into his gloom.
Randall said you wanted to see me,” I said. I was lightly massaging the
thigh, just above his knee, far from anywhere serious.
smiled, again. It was the smile of someone caught doing something wrong
hoping a little smile might ease the coming punishment. He looked about
years old, very innocent, shy, unsure of his place in the reality he
sorry I did this to you,” he said. I stared at him uncertain what he
Could it be his love for me never faded; or, maybe at the last moment
realized that my love for him was a whole lot better than what Sam was
don’t understand,” I said slowly moving my hand upward and inward
fingers to lightly knead the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
you keep doing that, you’re going to have to do something,” he said,
of doing something, guess who asked me for a blowjob today,” I said,
fingers and thumb toward the open fly of his pajamas.
haven’t the foggiest idea,” he said, placing his hand on mine, then
up and placing it over his half hard cock. Then his eyes went empty as
brain couldn’t think anymore. I felt his cock soften and shrink away
I still love you. I never stopped loving you.”
smiled and his eyes brightened somewhat.
don’t know what to do,” he said. There were tears in his eyes, but I
away with a tissue.
going to take time, lot’s of time, don’t hurry your recovery,” I said,
the back of my fingers across the poorly shaven stubble on his cheeks.
made me do it. I didn’t want to. He said some things about you.”
please, not now, that’s between you and Sam if we ever see him again.”
I didn’t want to. You said you forgave me, I didn’t have to do it then.”
exactly was I forgiving?”
for staying with Sam. He said you didn’t love me, but were just using
sex. He said that when Tim comes back, you’ll completely ignore me. I
you weren’t like that, but he made me believe him.”
that was by?”
you didn’t complain when we stopped having sex.”
you were upset Sam took off.”
came to me and I helped him. I believed him. I thought I loved him. He
rope around my neck and pushed me off the ladder. I didn’t do anything.
you see? I didn’t do it. It was Sam.”
was crying now, bawling. I leaned in and held him showing him I still
him, no matter what Sam did to him. What was it going to be like to be
marked as a suicide survivor when in fact he hadn’t tried to commit
First impressions can be lasting and who wants to walk around giving
the wrong impression. Mark was going to need a lot of help in the days,
and months ahead. I hoped I could be there for him, but I knew if Tim
tomorrow very little of my attention would be focused on Mark’s needs.
nurse came in and asked if he needed a hypo, but I said he’d be okay in
little bit. I said he told me what happened. She smiled. She knew what
meant. She shut the door when she left.
was quieting down as great gut wrenching sobs began to overcome the
crying. I tried to soothe him, kissing his tear stained cheek,
neck, and allowing my other hand to be placed on his flaccid cock. He
quieted down as his cock grew. He was still whimpering when I wrapped
around the familiar head laving it with my tongue. He stiffened quickly
the whimpering softened the first wad of come spewed into my mouth
tongue. I swallowed as they came, milking his erection with my hand
had nothing more to give.
a little better?” I asked before kissing him lightly on the lips.
little, so who asked you for the blowjob?”
are feeling better,” I said, pressing my lips against his, taking his
into my mouth. I pulled away and kissed his forehead. “The Principal.”
Billy Washington. Jennings is gone for what he did to you. Didn’t you
did it come out?”
and North Park made the national news. I think everyone of
teachers is gone, too.”
did you suck him?”
would I do that? Not the way he came on to me.”
about if he kissed you first?”
maybe if he groped me a little, too.”
a sex fiend, you know that?”
I just miss making love to someone who is very close to me.”
kissed hard and long until we heard a knock on his door. We were still
ourselves back together when Doctor Randall walked in. His right hand
was in a
happened to you?” I asked.
busted his jaw, the fucking bastard,” Doctor Randall said. “And, he
giving you any more problems.”
that son of a bitch to proposition one of my boys,” he said. “Broke my
held out the cast for me to look at. His fingers were immobilized. He
bad it’s your right hand,” I said. “If you’d hit him with your left,
still be able to jack off.”
makes you think I’m not left handed?”
want you to marry Mother soon, I want to start calling you dad, okay?”
put his arms around me and hugged me close.
what’s with my favorite patient?”
told me what happened,” I said. “He cried for a long time and I held
I surprised in you,” Doctor Randall said. “All this time I’ve been
get you to open up and the first thing you do is tell Geoff. What’s he
I don’t have? No, wait, let me rephrase that.”
alright Doctor Tim,” Mark said. “Geoff loves me, really loves me.
Doctor Geoff, what did you find out that I wasn’t able to?”
Doctor Randall, it’s worse than we thought.”
a minute, Geoff, why do you call him Doctor Randall when all the kids I
call him Doctor Tim?”
when I started seeing the good doctor, Tim was not my boyfriend.”
when he forced you to have sex with him, right?”
that’s, uh, the, uh,” I broke down. I sat down on the edge of Mark’s
leaned over onto to his shoulder and started to cry.