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Bashed

So I was reading my XY’s when I came across this story… It’s from Andrew McGeehan, or “Purple Shirt Boy”. Alot of you probably remember this night… I wasn’t there that night though, I had just moved up to camp that same day…..

It was June 1st and I couldn’t have been happier. Not only was it the last day of school but I also got a HUGE paycheck and I was looking exceptionally

good in my friends’ clothes. My best friend Tony and I decided to pull an all-nighter to celebrate school ending. We were going to go everywhere and fo

everything, with other friends of course.

Our night began at Buce di Beppo’s, an Italian restaurant. We sat outside, awaiting the arrival of our friends Paige, Katie and Erin. When they got there,

we all ate and had a good time. We were all craving coffee, so we chose to head to Java Joes, the local coffeehouse, located downtown. While there, we met

a gorgeous boy named Dana. To my extreme disappointment, he was taken. But oh well. We found out that he and his friends were heading down to the gay

loop, which is a plave for all the gay youth in the area to hang out. It is just a straught road that you park on and get out to talk with people. Of

course, we told him that we were also heading down there.

That was a decidion we all came to regret.

Not too much was happening down there. Paige and I tested our courage by taking a picture with the old white van inhabited by a peculiar old man. The van

had not left the lok in years. Then we were dancing and talking and having a good time.

I saw headlights and figured more people were coming to join the fun. Turns out it was a car full of dumb whores, who yelled out “faggots” as they drove

by. Well, this didn’t fly too well with anyone down there. When they drove by a second time, someone threw an empty bottle that shattered on their car.

Apparently that really pissed them off.

Subsequently, about 20 minutes late, a bunch of cars came driving past all at once. A bunch of guys got out of each car and it was obvious they were quite

angry. I wasn’t too scared until they went to the trunk and pulled out baseball bats, the kind you kill gay people with.

I could hardly beleive that I saw. It wasn’t long before the yelling began. They demanded to know who had thrown the bottle. Of course, no one condessed.

So they began accusing. The girls told them it was a relatively tall guy with long sleeves. Considering it was a rather cold night, that described just

about everyone down there. As one boy came near, Paige, Erin and I huddles close together. He persister to ask how long we had been there. We lied and

said we had just got there about 0 minutes ago. They seemed to fing that an acceptable answer, and they walked away for the time being.

Now I can’t remember exactly how this happened, but suddenly I was alone. Paige, Erin, Katie, and Tony were standing about 300 feet away. Later, they told

me they thought I was with them. I would’ve ran to them, but between me and them were a bunch of “straight” guys with bats. So I just looked around,

attempting to look innocent.

It wasn’t long before that stopped working. A boy came up to me (batless, thank god) and began to yell at me. He said he knew it was me–I was the fag who

wrecked his friends car. To make matters worse, he pushed me a couple of times. He kept advancing toward me, which forced me to move back.

I wanted to break down and cry. For fear that it would make them more agitated, I controlled myself. I held my ground and told him I didn’t know what he

was talking about–that I wasn’t the one who did it. Of course, he ignored me and continued on with his bombardment of insults. Looking for a way out, I

turned my head and came face-to-face with two boys holding bats.

At this point, I figured it was over. I was going to die for being gay. The fear within me was tremendous. I thought my chest was going to explode. I

blocked everything out, closed my eyes, and prepared for the worst.

Instead of immense pain I was expecting, I heard a voice. A voice telling them to go away from me, and that I didn’t do anything. I opened my eyes and saw

a man stanging before me. I had never seen him before, but I thanked God for him. The boy who had been insulting me now turned his attention to this

mysterious stranger.

I glanced over and saw my friends staring in shocked horror. I saw this as my chance to escape. I walked toward them, with my head down, trying to look

inconspicuous. It seemed to take forever, but I made it to my friends. We all linked arms and moved toward our car. We peeled our and turned around just

in time to see some of the boys chasing after us with bats. But being that we were in a car and they were on foor, they soon gave up.

I sat in the back seat and just cried. I was so shocked and hurt and upset. Although I know gay people are beaten every day, I could hardly beleive it had

happened. My friends apologized profusely for leaving me alone. We parked after awhile, got out, and hugged.

I was still sobbing uncontrolably. It upset me to think that the way I choose to live my life was so offensive to other people. The whole experience was a

real eye-opener to that fact that gay-bashing is still rampant in our country.

I had previously thought that nothing would happen to me because I live in the Midwest; but it can happen to anyone, anywhere. Needless to say, I have not

been down to the look since that night. I would rather spend my night having fun with my friends somewhere else, then go down there and worry about

whether I’ll survive or not.

–Andrew McGreehan (Also known as “Purple Shirt Boy”)

Disclaimer

Ok so this is just for people’s information. I steal alot of stuff and ideas
for my website and such. Most of the scripting and other stuff it stolen from
one of those free script places. All the quotes and such are stolen from various
places, I get most of them from a perl script that randomly generates the
quotes, and I also get them off people’s .sig’s and such. If you find anything
that you would like removed or such, just e-mail me and I’ll be glad to consider
it, Thanks.

Pictures, Poems, Stories, Opinions, Everything Else. Is copyrighted by thier
respective owners.

Another thing, anything you say to me, either in writing or in person. does
have the chance of being put up here, if you don’t like it being here, you
can simple talk to me about it, and i may take it down.

About Me

Hi, I’m Chris. Well, I was born in Iowa and have lived in a small down just

north of Des Moines all my life. I’m a Sophomore in College. I attend Iowa

State University and am Majoring in MIS.

In case you hadn’t noticed, I am gay. I am out to my parents and they took

it really coo. In fact they are taking it a bit to cool if you ask me. They

thought I was dating one of my friends and they were bothering me about it.

I do however have on wonderful boyfriend named Adam.

We’ve been going out since Dec 17. It’s a long story as to how became boyfriends, but I love him

drealy and that’s what matters. I’ve known

that I was gay since I was about 12 or so. But I didn’t start coming out tell

just this last year, in fact I told my cousin first, back on Oct. 11, 2000,

National Coming Out Day. She took it really well and then I told my friends.

Who most of them were also gay. I don’t know why it took me so long to tell

them, but it was cool once I did.

In my free time, I’m usually found wondering around Des Moines or in my dorm

room studying. I like to hang out at Java Joes, and The Loop. There’s really

a lot to do in Des Moines, and I like it here now. When I was growing up I

didn’t really have anything to do cause I was pretty antisocial. But now that

people know who I am, I’m liking it and finding a lot of stuff to do around

here. It’s a nice city.

There’s a lot to me, I may seem simple on the outside, but on the inside,

I’m very complex, like most people. Most of my friends really don’t know what’s

going on in my head. If you want to know, ask. I won’t tell unless you ask,

I’m one of those types of people. Small talk just isn’t my thing, I like it,

if I’m not in charge of the conversation. But I won’t start small talk. Well

I usually won’t start talking unless someone talks to me. That’s just the

way I am, Shy. That describes me well. I’m Shy.

I really suck at a lot of things, I’m not artistic, I can’t do music, I hate

writing, I dislike phones, I don’t know what it is about them, but I don’t

like talking on them. But at the things I can do, I do them well. I like computers,

I’m a geek. People tell me I’m not the "geeky" type, but I spend

a lot of time around computers and working on them.

I’m also really good when it comes to the outdoors, now granted, I can’t

name 10 types of trees, or point out 10 different plants and tell you what

they are. But I can spot poisonous plants and tell you that you can eat that

plants fruit. I like to camp, it’s one of those things. I also just enjoy

being out doors, looking at nature. I love summer nights. There’s this place

at Camp Mitigwa, it’s called Frankel Field. It’s a big open field with grass

about 4 feet tall. I love to just go there late at night and lay in the grass

listening to the animals and looking at the stars, it’s a secluded area of

camp, so there’s never anyone else there. I love the outdoors.

As for my family, I have a brother and well my parents. I recently told my

parents that I was gay, and my cousin and one of my aunts knows, but I don’t

think my brother has been officially told. They are all nice, they’re a family

and such. They get on my nerves a lot But I can deal.

Here’s a picture of me that Adam took at

801 Grand in Des Moines, from 09/22/01.

Here’s some of my friend’s websites:

  • Adam – My Best Friend in the

    world. We met this last summer (’01) through Angel, we are currently dating and have been since

    Dec 17, 2001. We are planning on moving to AZ in ’07

  • Julian – A friend from HS. We

    usually hung out in HS in the computer lab, but I didn’t really start hanging

    out with him tell after HS.

  • Vero – Another friend from HS.

    About the same story as Julian

  • Andi – Another friend I met through Adam. We hang out and such.
  • Beakie – My Favorite Cousin.

    She’s the first person I officially came out too.

  • Amber – Another friend

    from HS. We never realy hang out or anything, but we talk everyonce in a

    while.

  • Jessa –

    Vero’s sister. We talk and such.

  • Kat –

    Someone Vero knows through French Camp, her journal is really cool. And

    she’s really good at HTML and the like.

  • Leah – I met

    her through Adam. Very interesting person.

  • Christopher Street – I don’t really

    know this guy, but I like reading his journal.

  • Cale Fisher – I don’t

    really know this guy either, we’ve corrosponded through e-mail. He lives

    in Canada and I like his journal.

Ways you can contact me are:

  • Email: blackc2004@gmx.net
  • AIM: Blackc2004
  • MSN: blackc2004@hotmail.com
  • In person, walk up to me and say "Hey I saw your website and it sucked."

    Something along those lines will make sure I hear you.

Work

So here I am at work. They’ve really annoyed me today though. Last Thursday I ordered some new stuff for my office. Well it came in yesterday, and instead of waiting for me to get here to put the damn stuff in, they decided that they would do it themselves. Now, these parts aren’t something that are critical to anything, it’s just a little box that makes it to that one keyboard and one mouse contolls all the computers in my office (A KVM switch for those more techincal people). I mean, we’ve been working on ordering one for months, it’s just that we never got around to it because we hadn’t ordered anything from somewhere that had them, and we didn’t want to pay shipping on just that. So we waited. But yeah, so I came in today, both my computers were pulled out, my laptop was on the floor, there were boxes and plastic wrapp just thrown on my desk, my picture of Adam had been knocked down behind my desk, everything was just a mess. And that really pissed me off. First because it’s my office, they should have just left it on my desk, second, they screwed everything up and didn’t even bother putting anything back, third they left thier trash on my desk, and fourth they didn’t even get it set upright. Grrr.

But now I’m working on my C++ hw and some other random stuff. It’s alright.