-------------------------------------------------------------- Permission granted by author for anyone to distribute this writing free of charge (including translation into any language)...under condition that no profit is made therefrom, and that it remain intact and complete, including title and credit to the original author. Ezekiel J. Krahlin http://www.gay-bible.org -------------------------------------------------------------- I'M SORRY, IAN (A True Tale From The Castro. Eat your heart out, Armistead!) © 2001 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin October 1, 2001 I'M SORRY, (raven-haired) Ian SOLDIER! Please forgive me, as I forgive you. It was terrible for you to suddenly just dump me like a piece of shit, after we had become such good friends. For me, it was four months of bliss...as I know it was for you. (And we had already become friends for almost a year before you started visiting.) After waiting a while for you to return to make things up, I realized you never were going to. So I decided that, since you play hard ball, I'd play it too...to teach you a lesson...which I call TOUGH LOVE. You have caused me much grief by gossiping about me to EVERYONE in The Castro, with savage lies and distortions of the truth...making people see me as a bumbling, faggoty fool. Surely, there is a lot of HOMOPHOBIA going on with you, sad to say. I miss being in your arms A WHOLE LOT; sharing a little fun together, relaxing and talking about whatever. I felt IMMENSELY HONORED to give you an occasional break from the mean streets. But what happened to the dignity we found in each other's embrace and affections? There was no sex, sweetheart, only some nice hugs, kisses, and caring...you with your shirt off so I could lick that lovely chest of yours...and me, getting that wonderful back rub and foot massages! It was SO WONDERFUL for me to show you that I care so much about you, that sex need never enter the picture...not for a hundred years, not for a million...if it would in any way violate our friendship. (Not that I wouldn't, if/when you want to...you gorgeous dude!) On the last day you visited, you said you don't want to get close, and that it was just all an act on your part. No, Ian, I know better. Do you think I'm stupid? I loved a Vietnam Veteran for many years, and learned a lot about love and male bonding, from My Randolph. He ALSO had a sadistic streak, like you...and a drug problem. Never in my life did I think I'd ever love another, more than I still do Randolph...who is but a ghost in my life, since he disappeared in 1991. I believe he is still alive, and will return some day. But then you stole my heart, Ian, and most surprising of all, was that I love you MORE than even Randolph. I don't understand why my life should take this sudden twist, but I want to say this: If you accept my overtures of renewed friendship, there is no way I'd ever dump you for Randolph (or anyone else). Really. Now, I'm sorry if this letter has embarrassed or angered you, because I had to present it in this public manner. But what choice do I have? You scream at me when I try to talk with you...you refuse to accept a written message from me, even when delivered by another...and you have never bothered to visit me ever again. You're quite the drama queen, my dear man! I never deserved to be threatened with violence on your part, nor with you encouraging others to bash me. (At most, I might be a pest, but that does not justify violence.) That is plain vulgar, and I don't know if I could ever really trust you enough again, as I came to trust you for a few months. I don't even think it's the right thing for me to do, at this point, to accept you back into my life as we were...for I have never allowed any relationship to continue, if a buddy threatens violence to me, in any way. I don't know how you could make up for this, enough to win my friendship back. But I just wanted you to know the love in my heart for you, that remains always...even though getting back together goes against my own self-worth. Had you not added violent threats to your other offenses, I would not be so wary. But I do forgive you, Ian. That's a guarantee. SO, YOU WIN, Ian! Since you seem to want so badly, not to have me around again, ever...I can give you that. I can hang out other places, and leave the Castro all to you. I'll go to other neighborhoods, here and in Berkeley. I'll assume this is what you'd like, unless you otherwise inform me on my answering machine. Though I'll MISS very much all the other great street friends I've made, who AREN'T so hostile to me. Especially Dexter. I have also desIaned all my buttons and button machine, as a sacrificial prayer to God, that somehow, some way, you'll pull through and make things up to me. I do worry about you a whole lot, Ian...I don't ever want to lose you to prison or overdose...even if we never see each other again. THANK GOD THAT YOU ARE ALIVE NO MATTER WHAT! With much affection (and totally stressed out), Zeke P.S.: Also, I gave away my wonderful bicycle, because it's just too sad to ride it any more. That's because you once gave me encouraging, cheerful words to encourage me on my new bike...day in, day out, over the weeks and months. That was such a kind thing to do, that I often thought of you while riding. But now, well...let's just say I don't think I'll ever bicycle again. But it was great while it lasted. ---finis