“Get out of my house!” my mother shrieked at me from the other side of the kitchen.
I watched her with wide, blue eyes as she pointed at me with the tip of her butcher’s knife. My cheeks flamed red with embarrassment, shame, and a tinge of anger. “Mom, I-”
“Mrs. Shortts, you’re overreacting about this. Landon has no control over who he is attracted to,” Bane, my best friend Skylar’s father, said.
“Butt out,” I hissed glancing over at him.
Bane gave me an icy glare, but alisema nothing. Skylar on the other hand opened his mouth to say something, but his other father, Christian, kept him from it kwa thwacking him on the back of the head.
“I want all of wewe out of my house now. wewe are unholy, and I don’t want this house to be looked down upon kwa the Lord,” she barked. Her blue eyes were wide with anger.
“Mom, this doesn’t mean anything. I’m still the same old Landon I have always been, the one I always will be,” I insisted as I walked around the counter to stand in front of her.
She shook her head. “Don’t come any closer to me.” She retreated until her back hit the cabinets. “I have failed as a parent. I should have shielded wewe from these temptations better. Running around with him,” she pointed to Skylar, “and looking at their lifestyle,” she gestured at his fathers, “wasn’t good for you.”
Bane strode over to the counter. “You are right; wewe have failed as a parent.” He smiled charmingly. All eyes-other than Christian‘s-went to him in amazement. “You are teaching your child now that it is okay to put hate and evil into the world. The last time I checked, God wanted peace, love, and understanding. wewe should be proud of him for bringing what is in him opposed to making himself be something he isn’t.”
“I do want that, but fags are not apart of God’s plan. Fags are the Devil’s work. They will burn in Hell, and if we aren’t careful they’re going to take all the decent people with them.” My mother had a sharp gaze and I had a feeling Bane had met his match.
“Well, I would rather burn in hell for eternities on end than spend even a moment in Heaven with you.” Bane spun on his heel and sauntered into the living room. He took his coat, partner, and child, then turned to look at me. “Landon, are wewe coming?”
~Five years later~
“What are we supposed to do with this?” Christian murmured looking at Bane hopelessly.
I tried to press myself further into the wall, but I had no such luck. I stood just a few feet away listening in on their conversation. Normally, we would discuss things together, but now they had to talk about it before they spoke to me. It used to be this way when I first showed up. Bane and Christian took me in, but it was to be expected. I’d known their son since I was five and they basically became my surrogate parents. They didn’t give a shit as long as I was happy and did what was best for me. My actual parents on the other hand…
I spent my childhood in an extremist Southern Baptist environment. Fags would go to Hell, potheads would go to Hell, and anyone who did not attend sermons every Sunday morning was condemned to spend eternity in Hell in their eyes. My father happened to be the pastor of that church. They seemed to like Skylar at first, then they met his father Bane. They thought he was very educated, well read, and a good parent. Soon after that, we ran into them at the supermarket. Only Bane had his partner with him, Skylar’s other father, Christian.
Christian and Bane were different, very different. Bane wrote novels and used big words. Christian, on the other hand, liked sucking dick and was not afraid to let the world know it. Actually, those were the first words out of his mouth to my parents. They didn’t care for Skylar so much after that. My parents put up with it though, because they felt that even though the faggots were raising a child, maybe some of my good faith would rub off on him.
Instead, his ‘good faith’ rubbed off on me. I saw that if wewe were a good person, God would upendo wewe no matter what. I believed this and I talked to my parents about it. They alisema that wewe had to follow his word for him to upendo you. A few days later Skylar came over. He kissed me in the backyard, and my mother spotted us. My mother attempted to beat him with a stick, but thankfully, Bane and Christian arrived before it got too out of hand. They took me in that day.
“I don’t know, but I think we should be nice enough to the kid to let him know we see his shadow in the doorway,” Bane replied as he fidgeted with the silver ring on his finger.
I groaned and stepped into the kitchen. “I don’t know how Skylar does it,” I muttered.
Bane grinned. “Me either, because let me say that Christian is a handful.”
I rolled my eyes. “What were wewe guys talking about?” I inquired and sat in the chair between them at the table.
Christian stroked my hair. “You’re mother sent wewe a letter.” He handed me a white envelop.
I slowly opened it and unfolded the paper. “I wonder why she sent it.”
“I’m so bored!” I looked up at the kitchen’s entrance as Skylar came stumbling though.
I smiled up at him. “Then maybe wewe should go distract yourself kwa studying the human anatomy one zaidi time.” We were both attending college, but Skylar’s curriculum seemed to be much harder than mine. I just thanked God Bane and Christian allowed us to live with them until we were finished with it.
Skylar glared at me with gray eyes. “Maybe wewe should so wewe can make a decent living,” he retorted.
“Meow. Someone pissed in your Cheerios this morning, Sky,” Christian muttered.
Skylar rolled his eyes and went to the refrigerator. He bent down to rummage around in the drawers at the bottom.
“You are bored, not hungry,” Bane alisema over his shoulder, “learn the difference.”
My best friend stood up. “Remind me to never live with gay men,” he alisema looking over at me.
I snickered. “So wewe plan on being forever alone?” Skylar had identified as gay since the siku I met him. He would have to live with a gay man at one point au another.
Skylar huffed. “No, I plan on living with a bisexual male forever, au as known as, wewe asshole.”
My moyo leaped, but I ignored it. I was straight; I just liked having sex with men sometimes. I looked down at the letter and began to read it as a quick escape from responding to Skylar.
Landon,
I wanted to let wewe know that even though I have not talked to you, I still upendo you. I want wewe to come to your Aunt Gina’s funeral Sunday. It is at the church at three o’clock sharp.
With all my love,
Mom
My jaw clenched. I stared at the piece of paper wondering if I should rip it up and forget about it, au if I should go. This could give me a chance to onyesha my mom who I really am. Maybe she will accept me. I could be the son she always wanted, the son that she always dreamed she would have. I folded the letter back up and stuck it into the pocket of my jeans.
“What did it say?” Christian asked, bouncing in his seat.
“Words,” I responded blandly and stood up. I started toward the stairs, but Bane stopped me.
“Hold it!” he shouted. The couple came into the living room. “What is it?”
I shook my head. “My Aunt Gina died, nothing important,” I muttered. “I need to go study.”
Bane reluctantly nodded. “Alright.” He and Christian headed back into the kitchen.
I raced up the steps and ran into my room. I shut the door and locked it. I flipped off the lights, then turned my stereo up. I flopped onto my kitanda and waited for the misery to consume me. All these years and now, she wanted to reconcile with me. I wanted my mother to upendo me again, just like she used to. I wanted my father to be proud of me. I wanted to be the son they always wanted.
I sighed and let my eyes close. Would they accept me though? I know I’m not gay. I cannot be gay. I would rather kill myself, than be gay. It’s fine on Christian, Bane, and Skylar, but I can’t be it. I cannot let my parents down.
A knock came on my door. I sat up and stared at it. “Who is it?” I shouted over the music.
“Who the fuck would it be?” Skylar. “Let me in, dickhead.”
I smiled and walked across the room. I opened the door for him. Skylar tumbled inside, almost spilling the container in his hand.
“Turn the fucking light on,” he griped.
I flipped the switch and it illuminated the room. He flopped onto the kitanda and put two spoons in the container he carried. I went back over to the kitanda to jiunge him.
“What’s in there?” I inquired staring at the container.
“Dad’s heart.” His face was serious. My eyes widened as I looked from him, to the container, and back again. He rolled his gray eyes and pushed a piece of his dirty blonde hair back. “Ice cream.”
I nodded. “Oh.” I took one of the spoons and put some in my mouth. “I’m not upset.” Skylar and I had a routine. Whenever one of us got upset, the other would come bearing ice cream and a shoulder to cry on along with ears to listen. I blamed Bane and Christian for the tradition. They ate ice cream like a beagle ate rabbits.
Skylar looked at me skeptically. “That didn’t work on me when we were ten. Why would it work on me now?”
I shrugged. “You’ve become a bit dense in your age.”
Skylar swallowed a spoonful of ice cream as I started digging in the tub for more. “You just wish I had.”
“Right, because I spend my time wishing for your misfortune.”
He laughed. “If I didn’t know any better I would swear wewe do!”
I shook my head. “I hate to disappoint you, but I have other things to think about.”
“Like what?” Sky challenged, setting the container of ice cream in the floor.
I shrugged. “You know, school, my future, girls-”
Skylar sat back and looked at me through slightly narrowed eyes. “Girls?”
I nodded. “Yeah, girls. Men are allowed to be attracted to women.”
He scrutinized me. “I know, but I didn’t know they ranked such a high spot on your priority list.”
I swallowed nervously and quickly tried to steer the conversation away from my sexual interests. “Are wewe jealous?”
Skylar snorted. “Jealously is for women, which is just what wewe are signing yourself up for.”
“There is nothing wrong with finding a woman attractive,” I said.
“I never alisema there was,” Skylar muttered darkly.
“What’s gotten into you?” I inquired.
“Nothing,” he hissed. I gave him an incredulous look. Skylar looked down at his lap, then back up at me. He opened his mouth to speak, but then it closed. Finally, it opened again. “Fuck it.”
The inayofuata place his mouth went was my lips. Skylar took my wrists and pinned me to the mattress as his tongue probed my mouth. I kissed him back, but no matter what my dick said, I knew this was wrong. I should not be doing this with a man… But I couldn’t stop. Please God, forgive me for my sins.
***---***---***
I shrugged on a black koti, jacket and stood at my dresser to probe my reflection in the mirror. My black hair lay around my face nicely and my blue eyes sparkled with anxiety. I wore a black suit and I looked mildly presentable, but it was still too formal to tell Bane and Christian I was going to town. I sighed and fell onto my bed, the same one Skylar and I made out on only two nights ago. Things had gotten rather tense between the two of us since then. He wanted to go further, but I alisema no. I think I offended him, but he played it off rather easily.
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. I groaned and rose from the bed. I walked downstairs and glanced left then right. I did not see the three guys in sight. I smiled with satisfaction and strode out from the stairway. I started toward the front door, but all my hopes of going unnoticed were shattered.
“Where are wewe going dressed like that?”
“Shit,” I muttered and slowly turned around. Christian and Bane watched me from the kitchen’s doorway. I glanced at the stairs as Skylar came down them. “Double shit.”
“I don’t think shit is a place, but whatever wewe say, sweetie,” Christian chuckled and went back into the kitchen.
Bane rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked up at me with tired green eyes. “Don’t let them turn this beautiful boy into someone I don’t know.”
I smiled at Bane. “I won’t.”
Skylar only glared at me with bright gray eyes as I turned around and left the house. I thanked God I didn’t have to stay in the house to put up with a ridiculously long interrogation. I drove to the church with thoughts of a joyous reunion with my family. I only hoped reality would be as kind as the ndoto was. I pulled into the church’s already packed parking lot. I got out of the car and saw my mother and father on the front steps of the church.
I took a deep breath and started forward. My eyes could not songesha away from my parents. My mother dabbed at her tearful blue eyes while smoothing out her black dress. My father shook everyone’s hand as they passed and gave empathetic smiles. I jogged up the steps and stood in front of them.
“Landon!” My mother’s arms went around me. “How have wewe been baby?”
“Good,” I replied pulling back from her.
My father shook my hand. “You’ve really grown since the last time I saw wewe son.”
“I know,” I agreed. “Hopefully we can see each other zaidi often now.”
“I think that would be lovely,” my mother gushed. “Come sit with me in the pews.”
I nodded. “Okay.” She took my hand and pulled me into the old Baptist church. The walls were white as snow and the floors were a dirty gray color. “This place hasn’t changed one bit,” I muttered as I took a kiti, kiti cha inayofuata to my mother on the front pew.
“I’m so glad wewe could make it, Landon.”
I looked at my mother’s eyes that were so familiar to my own. “Me too, mom. I’m just glad wewe asked me to come.”
She smiled. “You know wewe are always welcome in the Lord’s house, baby. I’m just happy wewe have converted from your wicked ways.”
I looked over at her with an eyebrow raised. “What do wewe mean?” I asked.
She put her hand on my knee. “Skylar called me after I sent that letter. He told me all about wewe giving up the other lifestyle.” She smiled again and kissed my cheek. “Maybe soon I’ll have some grandchildren.”
I smiled in response. “Maybe.”
My father came to the front of the church causing everyone to fall silent. I smirked. Skylar Blaire, wewe nasty little bastard, I thought. I would tear him a new one when I got home. He’ll wish he’d never been born.
“Friends and family, I am so glad wewe could jiunge us here today to mourn the loss of a dear woman, Gina Shortts.”
I didn’t listen to the rest of the service. I was far too busy planning what I was going to say to Skylar. It all seemed to go kwa in the blink of an eye. My mother bawled and my father came over to sit with us until all the people cleared out. I sat in between them, staring into the middle distance.
“So,” my father started once my mother had calmed down and most of the people had left. “You’re still living with Skylar, right?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
My mother shook her head. “You should really songesha out of there as soon as possible, Landon. I don’t want wewe falling back into the hands of the Devil.”
“I know, mom.”
“You should come to inayofuata Sunday’s service son,” my father said. “You’re going to have to start repenting for that behavior sooner au later.”
“I’ll be here.”
***---***---***
I closed the door softly and walked into the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the sight to my left. The first thing I noticed was the turquoise shining off Bane’s ring, then I saw the full picture. Christian had Bane against the ukuta with his hand cupping his crotch. Bane’s eyes blazed as he stared at Christian. He licked the side of the other man’s throat. Bane whimpered in pleasure and I spun around, then sprinted out of the kitchen. I ran upstairs to my room. My parents were right; if I didn’t get out of here, I would fall into temptation.
I fell onto my kitanda and closed my eyes. Today had taken such a toll on me emotionally I didn’t know if I had enough energy to shriek at Skylar.
“How did the funeral go?”
I slowly opened my eyes to see Skylar standing in my doorway. “Fine, but I owe some of its up sides to you.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.
“Thanks for calling my mother and letting her know I’m not a faggot. It made everything much simpler. They upendo me again and I’m going to service inayofuata Sunday for repentance.” I rubbed my eyes and rolled onto my side. I propped my head up with my hand.
“Repentance for what?” Skylar demanded.
“Engaging in the practices of homosexuality,” I replied breezily.
Skylar’s face went blank. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I alisema nothing.
“Landon, being queer isn’t a sin. Telling someone they are going to Hell for being the person God made them to be is.”
I shook my head. “I’m gay because I fell into the Devil’s temptation,” I responded.
Skylar walked over to my kitanda and sat down kwa my head. “No, you’re gay because God made wewe that way. wewe were born that way, and no matter how hard wewe try wewe cannot change that.”
“I can and I will!” I barked. “Now get out of my room so I can pack.”
“Where are wewe going?” Skylar asked exasperatedly.
“Home.”
“This is your home.”
I shook my head. “It’s not anymore. I can’t let others make me appear to be less of a person in God’s eyes.”
Skylar could only stare at me with wide, gray eyes. He stood up, shaking his head, and walked over to the door. He started to walk out, but stopped and turned around to face me. “If wewe bring forth what is in you, it will save you. If wewe do not bring forth what is in you, it will destroy you.” He shut the door behind him and I was alone.
***---***---***
Sunday came around before I knew it. I couldn’t be zaidi thankful that it came as quick as it did, though. Things had been intense at the condemned house I still called home. Skylar had aliyopewa me helpless looks. Bane and Christian had been arguing zaidi than normal lately, but I hadn’t been able to figure out what the argument consisted of. Every time I came in hearing distance, they would stop.
“Landon!” my mother chirped from the church’s front steps.
I chuckled as her arms went around me. “Mom!”
“I didn’t think wewe were going to come back,” she replied.
I pulled back from her. “Why not?”
She shrugged. “Just a feeling,” she muttered. “Let’s go inside. Your father is about to start his sermon.” I took my mother’s hand and walked inside the Lord’s house. We sat in the first pew in the very center.
“Good morning everyone,” my father greeted the people. “I would like to start off this service with prayer requests.” He gazed at the crowd and pointed to someone. “Yes?”
“I was hoping that wewe could pray for my surrogate son.”
I turned around and almost fell in the floor when I saw Christian in the end pew.
“Sure,” my father replied. It had been such a long time since he’d seen Skylar’s father that I doubted he remembered him.
“You see, he’s been denying his true self lately.” Christian stood up. “He is not being the person God made him to be.”
My father nodded. “I will pray for him. I hope he sees the light.”
“I do too.” I turned in the other direction and saw Bane stand up. “He thinks just because someone told him being homosexual is a sin means he will burn in Hell.”
I turned to my father to see his eyes widen. “He will burn in Hell!”
Bane shook his head. “No, he won’t.”
“The Bible clearly states-”
“I believe it was Saint Augustine who alisema that we mustn’t leave an interpretation of scripture until we have found a compassionate interpretation of it,” Bane replied, his gaze was deathly.
“Oh, and Pastor,” Christian said. “Will wewe please pray for my lover and me? We are going to get married soon, but we are having a problem finding a venue.”
“Get out of my church wewe filthy, Satan worshipping, homosexuals!” my father shouted.
“Before we go…” I turned around once zaidi to see Skylar walking up the aisle. This time my father knew who it was. Skylar came straight to me.
“What are you-?”
He hauled me up kwa my shati collar, alama and put his lips against mine. I kissed him back without hesitation… Skylar had always been the one that had been there for me. The one that knew what I needed even when I thought it was something different. He pulled away from me and watched my reaction.
“I upendo you,” I whispered and put my lips back to his.
“Landon…” My mother’s voice became shaky because of the tears that were starting to spill down her cheeks.
I pulled away from Sky and turned to my mother. “Mom, I’m not straight and I upendo Skylar. If wewe can’t accept that, then I’m sorry. God made me the way he wanted me. I’m living the life he wants me to live.”
“You are going to burn in Hell, Landon!” my father yelled.
I shrugged. “To each is own.” I took Christian’s hand and walked to the back of the church. Bane and Christian followed behind us. We walked out and I held my head a little higher. I’m here and I’m queer.
Once we made it outside Christian turned to Bane. “I’m going to call Genis Book of World Records.”
“Why?” Bane asked raising an eyebrow.
His partner grinned. “Because I think we just broke the world record for dealing with homophobic pastors.”
Bane chuckled. “At least this one wasn’t because we were fucking.”
Christian shrugged. “Close enough, it was them fucking.”
My face went red. “We didn’t have sex.”
Bane looked over at me with wide eyes. “Then what have I been hearing?”
It was Skylar’s turn to blush. “You can hear us?”
“We can hear something,” Bane replied.
I reddened and looked at Skylar. “No zaidi pinning me down.”
“No zaidi moaning and groaning,” he replied, just as sheepish.
“You know,” Christian began, “if we can hear them, they can hear us.”
Bane’s eyes widened. “Shit… We are going away on our honeymoon night,” he alisema decidedly.
I looked back and forth between them. “Wait, so wewe two are getting married?”
Christian smiled triumphantly and kissed a sulking Bane. “He finally agreed after saying no for years on end.”
Bane crossed his arms over his chest. “I guess the princess got what she wanted.”
Christian stuck his tongue out at his soon to be husband.
Bane glared at him, then bit his partner’s tongue.
I turned around, seeing as they were about to have a moment. “So,” I started awkwardly with Skylar.
My best friend turned to me with an eyebrow raised. He kept his eyes locked on me.
“What?”
He grinned. “I’m seeing if I can seduce you.”
I chuckled and grabbed his crotch. “How about I seduce you?” I kissed him and savored the taste of his lips.
He pulled back and looked up at me.
“What is it this time?”
Skylar shrugged. “Wondering if I will ever be like my dads.”
I smiled. “If I have anything to say about it we will be celebrating out ceremony on the ashes of this church.”
Skylar grinned. “How romantic.”
“Speaking of romance.” Bane slapped my hand away from his son’s crotch.
“Let’s go for ice cream!” Christian laughed.
Everyone agreed and we got into our vehicles. I smiled as I drove down the road with Skylar in the passenger seat. God would be proud of me. I lived how I wanted. I lived the way I wanted to and that was with the people I love. And the one person I would do anything for.
~Ten years later~
“How does it feel to be addressed as Mr. Blaire-Shortts?” Bane teased as I put another tee shati into my suitcase.
“How does it feel to be addressed as Mr. Blaire-Dimmit?” I replied mockingly.
Bane sighed. “It’s bullshit.”
“What?” I asked.
“That both of those assholes got to use their name first,” he responded.
I nodded in agreement. “But Shortts-Blaire did sound ridiculous.”
Bane chuckled. “True.”
“Are wewe packed yet?” Skylar whined from the doorway, his father in toe.
“No, I will never be finished.”
Skylar ran past Bane and jumped on me. He tackled me and I stumbled onto the bed. He leapt up and started tickling me.
I laughed. “Get the fuck off!” I shouted though bouts of laughter.
“Never!” he replied.
Christian hauled Skylar off me. “Do wewe want to make your flight to a fucking paradise au not?”
Skylar huffed, but didn’t say anything else.
I zipped my suitcase and took it off the bed. “Now, we’ll go.”
“About time,” Skylar muttered, grabbed my suitcase and ran down the stairs.
I shook my head and listened as he tried to pull it through the door downstairs.
“Make sure wewe take care of him,” Bane alisema once he was sure Skylar had gone outside. “And call to check in at least once a day.”
Christian rolled his eyes. “Stop worrying, mother hen,” he alisema to Bane. He turned his brown eyes to me. “Call when wewe aren’t fucking so I can expect one call just before wewe get on the plane to come home.”
I grinned and nodded.
“Besides.” Christian turned his gaze back to Bane, then ran a finger down his chest. “We’ll be a bit busy ourselves.”
Bane looked at him with a hard glare, but it didn’t last long. They kissed passionately and I looked away awkwardly.
“We’re ready!” Skylar chirped. His fathers broke away from each other.
“Have a good trip,” alisema Bane.
“We upendo wewe guys,” Christian muttered, then turned back to his husband.
I ran over to Skylar. “Let’s get out of here, they’re about to start fuck-fest.”
Sky laughed and pulled me down the steps. We got to the front porch and stopped. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me tenderly.
“What was that for?” I asked.
He grinned. “Because I can, and other than ice cream it’s fat free.”
I watched her with wide, blue eyes as she pointed at me with the tip of her butcher’s knife. My cheeks flamed red with embarrassment, shame, and a tinge of anger. “Mom, I-”
“Mrs. Shortts, you’re overreacting about this. Landon has no control over who he is attracted to,” Bane, my best friend Skylar’s father, said.
“Butt out,” I hissed glancing over at him.
Bane gave me an icy glare, but alisema nothing. Skylar on the other hand opened his mouth to say something, but his other father, Christian, kept him from it kwa thwacking him on the back of the head.
“I want all of wewe out of my house now. wewe are unholy, and I don’t want this house to be looked down upon kwa the Lord,” she barked. Her blue eyes were wide with anger.
“Mom, this doesn’t mean anything. I’m still the same old Landon I have always been, the one I always will be,” I insisted as I walked around the counter to stand in front of her.
She shook her head. “Don’t come any closer to me.” She retreated until her back hit the cabinets. “I have failed as a parent. I should have shielded wewe from these temptations better. Running around with him,” she pointed to Skylar, “and looking at their lifestyle,” she gestured at his fathers, “wasn’t good for you.”
Bane strode over to the counter. “You are right; wewe have failed as a parent.” He smiled charmingly. All eyes-other than Christian‘s-went to him in amazement. “You are teaching your child now that it is okay to put hate and evil into the world. The last time I checked, God wanted peace, love, and understanding. wewe should be proud of him for bringing what is in him opposed to making himself be something he isn’t.”
“I do want that, but fags are not apart of God’s plan. Fags are the Devil’s work. They will burn in Hell, and if we aren’t careful they’re going to take all the decent people with them.” My mother had a sharp gaze and I had a feeling Bane had met his match.
“Well, I would rather burn in hell for eternities on end than spend even a moment in Heaven with you.” Bane spun on his heel and sauntered into the living room. He took his coat, partner, and child, then turned to look at me. “Landon, are wewe coming?”
~Five years later~
“What are we supposed to do with this?” Christian murmured looking at Bane hopelessly.
I tried to press myself further into the wall, but I had no such luck. I stood just a few feet away listening in on their conversation. Normally, we would discuss things together, but now they had to talk about it before they spoke to me. It used to be this way when I first showed up. Bane and Christian took me in, but it was to be expected. I’d known their son since I was five and they basically became my surrogate parents. They didn’t give a shit as long as I was happy and did what was best for me. My actual parents on the other hand…
I spent my childhood in an extremist Southern Baptist environment. Fags would go to Hell, potheads would go to Hell, and anyone who did not attend sermons every Sunday morning was condemned to spend eternity in Hell in their eyes. My father happened to be the pastor of that church. They seemed to like Skylar at first, then they met his father Bane. They thought he was very educated, well read, and a good parent. Soon after that, we ran into them at the supermarket. Only Bane had his partner with him, Skylar’s other father, Christian.
Christian and Bane were different, very different. Bane wrote novels and used big words. Christian, on the other hand, liked sucking dick and was not afraid to let the world know it. Actually, those were the first words out of his mouth to my parents. They didn’t care for Skylar so much after that. My parents put up with it though, because they felt that even though the faggots were raising a child, maybe some of my good faith would rub off on him.
Instead, his ‘good faith’ rubbed off on me. I saw that if wewe were a good person, God would upendo wewe no matter what. I believed this and I talked to my parents about it. They alisema that wewe had to follow his word for him to upendo you. A few days later Skylar came over. He kissed me in the backyard, and my mother spotted us. My mother attempted to beat him with a stick, but thankfully, Bane and Christian arrived before it got too out of hand. They took me in that day.
“I don’t know, but I think we should be nice enough to the kid to let him know we see his shadow in the doorway,” Bane replied as he fidgeted with the silver ring on his finger.
I groaned and stepped into the kitchen. “I don’t know how Skylar does it,” I muttered.
Bane grinned. “Me either, because let me say that Christian is a handful.”
I rolled my eyes. “What were wewe guys talking about?” I inquired and sat in the chair between them at the table.
Christian stroked my hair. “You’re mother sent wewe a letter.” He handed me a white envelop.
I slowly opened it and unfolded the paper. “I wonder why she sent it.”
“I’m so bored!” I looked up at the kitchen’s entrance as Skylar came stumbling though.
I smiled up at him. “Then maybe wewe should go distract yourself kwa studying the human anatomy one zaidi time.” We were both attending college, but Skylar’s curriculum seemed to be much harder than mine. I just thanked God Bane and Christian allowed us to live with them until we were finished with it.
Skylar glared at me with gray eyes. “Maybe wewe should so wewe can make a decent living,” he retorted.
“Meow. Someone pissed in your Cheerios this morning, Sky,” Christian muttered.
Skylar rolled his eyes and went to the refrigerator. He bent down to rummage around in the drawers at the bottom.
“You are bored, not hungry,” Bane alisema over his shoulder, “learn the difference.”
My best friend stood up. “Remind me to never live with gay men,” he alisema looking over at me.
I snickered. “So wewe plan on being forever alone?” Skylar had identified as gay since the siku I met him. He would have to live with a gay man at one point au another.
Skylar huffed. “No, I plan on living with a bisexual male forever, au as known as, wewe asshole.”
My moyo leaped, but I ignored it. I was straight; I just liked having sex with men sometimes. I looked down at the letter and began to read it as a quick escape from responding to Skylar.
Landon,
I wanted to let wewe know that even though I have not talked to you, I still upendo you. I want wewe to come to your Aunt Gina’s funeral Sunday. It is at the church at three o’clock sharp.
With all my love,
Mom
My jaw clenched. I stared at the piece of paper wondering if I should rip it up and forget about it, au if I should go. This could give me a chance to onyesha my mom who I really am. Maybe she will accept me. I could be the son she always wanted, the son that she always dreamed she would have. I folded the letter back up and stuck it into the pocket of my jeans.
“What did it say?” Christian asked, bouncing in his seat.
“Words,” I responded blandly and stood up. I started toward the stairs, but Bane stopped me.
“Hold it!” he shouted. The couple came into the living room. “What is it?”
I shook my head. “My Aunt Gina died, nothing important,” I muttered. “I need to go study.”
Bane reluctantly nodded. “Alright.” He and Christian headed back into the kitchen.
I raced up the steps and ran into my room. I shut the door and locked it. I flipped off the lights, then turned my stereo up. I flopped onto my kitanda and waited for the misery to consume me. All these years and now, she wanted to reconcile with me. I wanted my mother to upendo me again, just like she used to. I wanted my father to be proud of me. I wanted to be the son they always wanted.
I sighed and let my eyes close. Would they accept me though? I know I’m not gay. I cannot be gay. I would rather kill myself, than be gay. It’s fine on Christian, Bane, and Skylar, but I can’t be it. I cannot let my parents down.
A knock came on my door. I sat up and stared at it. “Who is it?” I shouted over the music.
“Who the fuck would it be?” Skylar. “Let me in, dickhead.”
I smiled and walked across the room. I opened the door for him. Skylar tumbled inside, almost spilling the container in his hand.
“Turn the fucking light on,” he griped.
I flipped the switch and it illuminated the room. He flopped onto the kitanda and put two spoons in the container he carried. I went back over to the kitanda to jiunge him.
“What’s in there?” I inquired staring at the container.
“Dad’s heart.” His face was serious. My eyes widened as I looked from him, to the container, and back again. He rolled his gray eyes and pushed a piece of his dirty blonde hair back. “Ice cream.”
I nodded. “Oh.” I took one of the spoons and put some in my mouth. “I’m not upset.” Skylar and I had a routine. Whenever one of us got upset, the other would come bearing ice cream and a shoulder to cry on along with ears to listen. I blamed Bane and Christian for the tradition. They ate ice cream like a beagle ate rabbits.
Skylar looked at me skeptically. “That didn’t work on me when we were ten. Why would it work on me now?”
I shrugged. “You’ve become a bit dense in your age.”
Skylar swallowed a spoonful of ice cream as I started digging in the tub for more. “You just wish I had.”
“Right, because I spend my time wishing for your misfortune.”
He laughed. “If I didn’t know any better I would swear wewe do!”
I shook my head. “I hate to disappoint you, but I have other things to think about.”
“Like what?” Sky challenged, setting the container of ice cream in the floor.
I shrugged. “You know, school, my future, girls-”
Skylar sat back and looked at me through slightly narrowed eyes. “Girls?”
I nodded. “Yeah, girls. Men are allowed to be attracted to women.”
He scrutinized me. “I know, but I didn’t know they ranked such a high spot on your priority list.”
I swallowed nervously and quickly tried to steer the conversation away from my sexual interests. “Are wewe jealous?”
Skylar snorted. “Jealously is for women, which is just what wewe are signing yourself up for.”
“There is nothing wrong with finding a woman attractive,” I said.
“I never alisema there was,” Skylar muttered darkly.
“What’s gotten into you?” I inquired.
“Nothing,” he hissed. I gave him an incredulous look. Skylar looked down at his lap, then back up at me. He opened his mouth to speak, but then it closed. Finally, it opened again. “Fuck it.”
The inayofuata place his mouth went was my lips. Skylar took my wrists and pinned me to the mattress as his tongue probed my mouth. I kissed him back, but no matter what my dick said, I knew this was wrong. I should not be doing this with a man… But I couldn’t stop. Please God, forgive me for my sins.
***---***---***
I shrugged on a black koti, jacket and stood at my dresser to probe my reflection in the mirror. My black hair lay around my face nicely and my blue eyes sparkled with anxiety. I wore a black suit and I looked mildly presentable, but it was still too formal to tell Bane and Christian I was going to town. I sighed and fell onto my bed, the same one Skylar and I made out on only two nights ago. Things had gotten rather tense between the two of us since then. He wanted to go further, but I alisema no. I think I offended him, but he played it off rather easily.
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. I groaned and rose from the bed. I walked downstairs and glanced left then right. I did not see the three guys in sight. I smiled with satisfaction and strode out from the stairway. I started toward the front door, but all my hopes of going unnoticed were shattered.
“Where are wewe going dressed like that?”
“Shit,” I muttered and slowly turned around. Christian and Bane watched me from the kitchen’s doorway. I glanced at the stairs as Skylar came down them. “Double shit.”
“I don’t think shit is a place, but whatever wewe say, sweetie,” Christian chuckled and went back into the kitchen.
Bane rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked up at me with tired green eyes. “Don’t let them turn this beautiful boy into someone I don’t know.”
I smiled at Bane. “I won’t.”
Skylar only glared at me with bright gray eyes as I turned around and left the house. I thanked God I didn’t have to stay in the house to put up with a ridiculously long interrogation. I drove to the church with thoughts of a joyous reunion with my family. I only hoped reality would be as kind as the ndoto was. I pulled into the church’s already packed parking lot. I got out of the car and saw my mother and father on the front steps of the church.
I took a deep breath and started forward. My eyes could not songesha away from my parents. My mother dabbed at her tearful blue eyes while smoothing out her black dress. My father shook everyone’s hand as they passed and gave empathetic smiles. I jogged up the steps and stood in front of them.
“Landon!” My mother’s arms went around me. “How have wewe been baby?”
“Good,” I replied pulling back from her.
My father shook my hand. “You’ve really grown since the last time I saw wewe son.”
“I know,” I agreed. “Hopefully we can see each other zaidi often now.”
“I think that would be lovely,” my mother gushed. “Come sit with me in the pews.”
I nodded. “Okay.” She took my hand and pulled me into the old Baptist church. The walls were white as snow and the floors were a dirty gray color. “This place hasn’t changed one bit,” I muttered as I took a kiti, kiti cha inayofuata to my mother on the front pew.
“I’m so glad wewe could make it, Landon.”
I looked at my mother’s eyes that were so familiar to my own. “Me too, mom. I’m just glad wewe asked me to come.”
She smiled. “You know wewe are always welcome in the Lord’s house, baby. I’m just happy wewe have converted from your wicked ways.”
I looked over at her with an eyebrow raised. “What do wewe mean?” I asked.
She put her hand on my knee. “Skylar called me after I sent that letter. He told me all about wewe giving up the other lifestyle.” She smiled again and kissed my cheek. “Maybe soon I’ll have some grandchildren.”
I smiled in response. “Maybe.”
My father came to the front of the church causing everyone to fall silent. I smirked. Skylar Blaire, wewe nasty little bastard, I thought. I would tear him a new one when I got home. He’ll wish he’d never been born.
“Friends and family, I am so glad wewe could jiunge us here today to mourn the loss of a dear woman, Gina Shortts.”
I didn’t listen to the rest of the service. I was far too busy planning what I was going to say to Skylar. It all seemed to go kwa in the blink of an eye. My mother bawled and my father came over to sit with us until all the people cleared out. I sat in between them, staring into the middle distance.
“So,” my father started once my mother had calmed down and most of the people had left. “You’re still living with Skylar, right?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
My mother shook her head. “You should really songesha out of there as soon as possible, Landon. I don’t want wewe falling back into the hands of the Devil.”
“I know, mom.”
“You should come to inayofuata Sunday’s service son,” my father said. “You’re going to have to start repenting for that behavior sooner au later.”
“I’ll be here.”
***---***---***
I closed the door softly and walked into the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the sight to my left. The first thing I noticed was the turquoise shining off Bane’s ring, then I saw the full picture. Christian had Bane against the ukuta with his hand cupping his crotch. Bane’s eyes blazed as he stared at Christian. He licked the side of the other man’s throat. Bane whimpered in pleasure and I spun around, then sprinted out of the kitchen. I ran upstairs to my room. My parents were right; if I didn’t get out of here, I would fall into temptation.
I fell onto my kitanda and closed my eyes. Today had taken such a toll on me emotionally I didn’t know if I had enough energy to shriek at Skylar.
“How did the funeral go?”
I slowly opened my eyes to see Skylar standing in my doorway. “Fine, but I owe some of its up sides to you.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.
“Thanks for calling my mother and letting her know I’m not a faggot. It made everything much simpler. They upendo me again and I’m going to service inayofuata Sunday for repentance.” I rubbed my eyes and rolled onto my side. I propped my head up with my hand.
“Repentance for what?” Skylar demanded.
“Engaging in the practices of homosexuality,” I replied breezily.
Skylar’s face went blank. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I alisema nothing.
“Landon, being queer isn’t a sin. Telling someone they are going to Hell for being the person God made them to be is.”
I shook my head. “I’m gay because I fell into the Devil’s temptation,” I responded.
Skylar walked over to my kitanda and sat down kwa my head. “No, you’re gay because God made wewe that way. wewe were born that way, and no matter how hard wewe try wewe cannot change that.”
“I can and I will!” I barked. “Now get out of my room so I can pack.”
“Where are wewe going?” Skylar asked exasperatedly.
“Home.”
“This is your home.”
I shook my head. “It’s not anymore. I can’t let others make me appear to be less of a person in God’s eyes.”
Skylar could only stare at me with wide, gray eyes. He stood up, shaking his head, and walked over to the door. He started to walk out, but stopped and turned around to face me. “If wewe bring forth what is in you, it will save you. If wewe do not bring forth what is in you, it will destroy you.” He shut the door behind him and I was alone.
***---***---***
Sunday came around before I knew it. I couldn’t be zaidi thankful that it came as quick as it did, though. Things had been intense at the condemned house I still called home. Skylar had aliyopewa me helpless looks. Bane and Christian had been arguing zaidi than normal lately, but I hadn’t been able to figure out what the argument consisted of. Every time I came in hearing distance, they would stop.
“Landon!” my mother chirped from the church’s front steps.
I chuckled as her arms went around me. “Mom!”
“I didn’t think wewe were going to come back,” she replied.
I pulled back from her. “Why not?”
She shrugged. “Just a feeling,” she muttered. “Let’s go inside. Your father is about to start his sermon.” I took my mother’s hand and walked inside the Lord’s house. We sat in the first pew in the very center.
“Good morning everyone,” my father greeted the people. “I would like to start off this service with prayer requests.” He gazed at the crowd and pointed to someone. “Yes?”
“I was hoping that wewe could pray for my surrogate son.”
I turned around and almost fell in the floor when I saw Christian in the end pew.
“Sure,” my father replied. It had been such a long time since he’d seen Skylar’s father that I doubted he remembered him.
“You see, he’s been denying his true self lately.” Christian stood up. “He is not being the person God made him to be.”
My father nodded. “I will pray for him. I hope he sees the light.”
“I do too.” I turned in the other direction and saw Bane stand up. “He thinks just because someone told him being homosexual is a sin means he will burn in Hell.”
I turned to my father to see his eyes widen. “He will burn in Hell!”
Bane shook his head. “No, he won’t.”
“The Bible clearly states-”
“I believe it was Saint Augustine who alisema that we mustn’t leave an interpretation of scripture until we have found a compassionate interpretation of it,” Bane replied, his gaze was deathly.
“Oh, and Pastor,” Christian said. “Will wewe please pray for my lover and me? We are going to get married soon, but we are having a problem finding a venue.”
“Get out of my church wewe filthy, Satan worshipping, homosexuals!” my father shouted.
“Before we go…” I turned around once zaidi to see Skylar walking up the aisle. This time my father knew who it was. Skylar came straight to me.
“What are you-?”
He hauled me up kwa my shati collar, alama and put his lips against mine. I kissed him back without hesitation… Skylar had always been the one that had been there for me. The one that knew what I needed even when I thought it was something different. He pulled away from me and watched my reaction.
“I upendo you,” I whispered and put my lips back to his.
“Landon…” My mother’s voice became shaky because of the tears that were starting to spill down her cheeks.
I pulled away from Sky and turned to my mother. “Mom, I’m not straight and I upendo Skylar. If wewe can’t accept that, then I’m sorry. God made me the way he wanted me. I’m living the life he wants me to live.”
“You are going to burn in Hell, Landon!” my father yelled.
I shrugged. “To each is own.” I took Christian’s hand and walked to the back of the church. Bane and Christian followed behind us. We walked out and I held my head a little higher. I’m here and I’m queer.
Once we made it outside Christian turned to Bane. “I’m going to call Genis Book of World Records.”
“Why?” Bane asked raising an eyebrow.
His partner grinned. “Because I think we just broke the world record for dealing with homophobic pastors.”
Bane chuckled. “At least this one wasn’t because we were fucking.”
Christian shrugged. “Close enough, it was them fucking.”
My face went red. “We didn’t have sex.”
Bane looked over at me with wide eyes. “Then what have I been hearing?”
It was Skylar’s turn to blush. “You can hear us?”
“We can hear something,” Bane replied.
I reddened and looked at Skylar. “No zaidi pinning me down.”
“No zaidi moaning and groaning,” he replied, just as sheepish.
“You know,” Christian began, “if we can hear them, they can hear us.”
Bane’s eyes widened. “Shit… We are going away on our honeymoon night,” he alisema decidedly.
I looked back and forth between them. “Wait, so wewe two are getting married?”
Christian smiled triumphantly and kissed a sulking Bane. “He finally agreed after saying no for years on end.”
Bane crossed his arms over his chest. “I guess the princess got what she wanted.”
Christian stuck his tongue out at his soon to be husband.
Bane glared at him, then bit his partner’s tongue.
I turned around, seeing as they were about to have a moment. “So,” I started awkwardly with Skylar.
My best friend turned to me with an eyebrow raised. He kept his eyes locked on me.
“What?”
He grinned. “I’m seeing if I can seduce you.”
I chuckled and grabbed his crotch. “How about I seduce you?” I kissed him and savored the taste of his lips.
He pulled back and looked up at me.
“What is it this time?”
Skylar shrugged. “Wondering if I will ever be like my dads.”
I smiled. “If I have anything to say about it we will be celebrating out ceremony on the ashes of this church.”
Skylar grinned. “How romantic.”
“Speaking of romance.” Bane slapped my hand away from his son’s crotch.
“Let’s go for ice cream!” Christian laughed.
Everyone agreed and we got into our vehicles. I smiled as I drove down the road with Skylar in the passenger seat. God would be proud of me. I lived how I wanted. I lived the way I wanted to and that was with the people I love. And the one person I would do anything for.
~Ten years later~
“How does it feel to be addressed as Mr. Blaire-Shortts?” Bane teased as I put another tee shati into my suitcase.
“How does it feel to be addressed as Mr. Blaire-Dimmit?” I replied mockingly.
Bane sighed. “It’s bullshit.”
“What?” I asked.
“That both of those assholes got to use their name first,” he responded.
I nodded in agreement. “But Shortts-Blaire did sound ridiculous.”
Bane chuckled. “True.”
“Are wewe packed yet?” Skylar whined from the doorway, his father in toe.
“No, I will never be finished.”
Skylar ran past Bane and jumped on me. He tackled me and I stumbled onto the bed. He leapt up and started tickling me.
I laughed. “Get the fuck off!” I shouted though bouts of laughter.
“Never!” he replied.
Christian hauled Skylar off me. “Do wewe want to make your flight to a fucking paradise au not?”
Skylar huffed, but didn’t say anything else.
I zipped my suitcase and took it off the bed. “Now, we’ll go.”
“About time,” Skylar muttered, grabbed my suitcase and ran down the stairs.
I shook my head and listened as he tried to pull it through the door downstairs.
“Make sure wewe take care of him,” Bane alisema once he was sure Skylar had gone outside. “And call to check in at least once a day.”
Christian rolled his eyes. “Stop worrying, mother hen,” he alisema to Bane. He turned his brown eyes to me. “Call when wewe aren’t fucking so I can expect one call just before wewe get on the plane to come home.”
I grinned and nodded.
“Besides.” Christian turned his gaze back to Bane, then ran a finger down his chest. “We’ll be a bit busy ourselves.”
Bane looked at him with a hard glare, but it didn’t last long. They kissed passionately and I looked away awkwardly.
“We’re ready!” Skylar chirped. His fathers broke away from each other.
“Have a good trip,” alisema Bane.
“We upendo wewe guys,” Christian muttered, then turned back to his husband.
I ran over to Skylar. “Let’s get out of here, they’re about to start fuck-fest.”
Sky laughed and pulled me down the steps. We got to the front porch and stopped. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me tenderly.
“What was that for?” I asked.
He grinned. “Because I can, and other than ice cream it’s fat free.”
The sky was growing dark when it all happened. I was strolling through the park, the same as any day. I was alone, all alone. i looked up to find not one wingu in the sky.
'Night already?' I thought. I looked at my watch. 3:00 pm it read. "That's odd," I said. I decided to go nyumbani then.
As I made my way home, things got weirder. There were no cars on the mitaani, mtaa and no lights on in any of the apartment buildings.
I turned down an allyway, my usual way home, when I felt an unatural tugging sensation in my gut. I didn't know why, but i was suddenly walking in the complete opposite direction of my house.
It felt like my body was under someone else's control. I started jogging, then running.
"Stop it!" I yelled. I tried to force my legs to stop moving, but as soon as I tried, I felt a searing pain go from my forehead to the base of my spine. I screamed and everything went black.
'Night already?' I thought. I looked at my watch. 3:00 pm it read. "That's odd," I said. I decided to go nyumbani then.
As I made my way home, things got weirder. There were no cars on the mitaani, mtaa and no lights on in any of the apartment buildings.
I turned down an allyway, my usual way home, when I felt an unatural tugging sensation in my gut. I didn't know why, but i was suddenly walking in the complete opposite direction of my house.
It felt like my body was under someone else's control. I started jogging, then running.
"Stop it!" I yelled. I tried to force my legs to stop moving, but as soon as I tried, I felt a searing pain go from my forehead to the base of my spine. I screamed and everything went black.
blood fills the faces of my fantasies
no mercy,you're trying to put me down
i can see clearly as you're taking a swing at me
come and i'll push wewe to the ground
what are wewe doing? what do wewe think this is doing to me?
you're taking all my faith
what are wewe leaving me now?!
i will make wewe suffer just like wewe made me suffer
i will watch wewe screaming and begging for forgiveness
all my hate can not be bound
i will not be bound kwa your darkest demons
so try to take my life and put me to the ground
i will follow wewe and torture wewe and i'll watch wewe screaming
look at the bloody faces smiling at you,taking wewe down and making wewe drown
i wanna kill wewe the same way wewe killed me
leaving me thoughtless
wewe can try to tell me that i'm worthless
but wewe can not break me down
gonna take wewe down because nothing in this world is going to save me
no mercy,you're trying to put me down
i can see clearly as you're taking a swing at me
come and i'll push wewe to the ground
what are wewe doing? what do wewe think this is doing to me?
you're taking all my faith
what are wewe leaving me now?!
i will make wewe suffer just like wewe made me suffer
i will watch wewe screaming and begging for forgiveness
all my hate can not be bound
i will not be bound kwa your darkest demons
so try to take my life and put me to the ground
i will follow wewe and torture wewe and i'll watch wewe screaming
look at the bloody faces smiling at you,taking wewe down and making wewe drown
i wanna kill wewe the same way wewe killed me
leaving me thoughtless
wewe can try to tell me that i'm worthless
but wewe can not break me down
gonna take wewe down because nothing in this world is going to save me
The siku of love,
Is here again,
This is tough,
From end to end,
A joyus occasion,
Is our salvation,
Without you,
I would be empty,
No one kwa my side,
No one to embrace me when I'm tired,
Stuck within a baracading window,
Wishing oh so much,
That wewe would show,
Just another day,
Where I would have to sit here and say,
Alone again,
Always alone,
Behind these eyes are tears of love,
wewe are my one true,
Thank wewe honey,
For being with me,
I upendo wewe so,
Please,
Never ever leave me
kwa ScottishChic, dedicated to all whom I upendo x
Is here again,
This is tough,
From end to end,
A joyus occasion,
Is our salvation,
Without you,
I would be empty,
No one kwa my side,
No one to embrace me when I'm tired,
Stuck within a baracading window,
Wishing oh so much,
That wewe would show,
Just another day,
Where I would have to sit here and say,
Alone again,
Always alone,
Behind these eyes are tears of love,
wewe are my one true,
Thank wewe honey,
For being with me,
I upendo wewe so,
Please,
Never ever leave me
kwa ScottishChic, dedicated to all whom I upendo x
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SINGERS THAT I KNOW :Katy Perry, Taylor Swift, Nicki Minaj,Justin Bieber, Rihanna, Ariana Grande, Selena Gomez,Jennifer Lopez, well i just upendo every singers !!
Well i wish all the singer a big GOOD LUCK!!!! and also i upendo every songs well they are great!! hujambo all the singers make zaidi song for me please want to see zaidi !!! well just upendo every singer!!, well my inayopendelewa song is WORK kwa Rihanna and what is yours?