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Received a lot of hits on the finale to “Mountain Augury”
last week. Several comments on Facebook and on my email. Guess you liked the
story.
This week is less of a story than a semi-essay exploring a
concept new to me. Let me know how you like it.
*****
LOL
Lyle Oliver Lloyd carried the epithet of LOL with him to
the campus of Winderham University. Only he knew it originally stood for Little
Orphan Lyle. He’d lost both of his parents in a car accident when he was a
youngster. His dark curls and big brown eyes, full pouty lips, and sweet nature
made distant relatives vie to take care of him. Aunt Louise and Uncle Bud took
him first and cared for him the longest. But he reached an age where the curls
and the eyes and the lips remained devastating but were now accompanied by slim
hips and broadening shoulders.
When Cousin Bob, two years his senior and a flat-out
mama’s boy, started hanging around him too much, LOL readily accepted what the
older boy offered as a matter of routine.
Although he wasn’t certain why, Lyle was quickly sent to Cousin Barbara and her husband, Bill. That arrangement lasted until their daughter,
roughly his own age, began fluttering her eyes at him. He sampled her wares,
finding them just as pleasant and fulfilling as what Bob had given him.
After that, he was shuffled to one cousin after another until he
arrived on campus determined to learn who he was. He knew he was a football
star, that’s how he got to Winderham. He also understood he was a good student
and handsome and bled when he was cut… but that’s not who he was. All he knew for certain was that he was different from
most people he knew.
For example, he didn’t classify people as guy friends or
gal friends, just friends. Nor did he look on another student as a handsome guy
or a pretty girl. They were just handsome or pretty, as the case may be.
He felt tingly down the back when he was with Sara from
Freshman English. He thought maybe it was the way her bust struggled against
the tight pullovers she usually wore, but after thinking on it, that wasn’t it.
He just liked Sara. And he went tingly down the front whenever he saw Chuck in
the dorm shower room bent over a sink brushing his teeth, his trim butt swathed
in a cotton towel. It took some hard thinking to come to the conclusion it
wasn’t some part of either one’s anatomy that stirred him. It was Sara—the
entity of Sara that attracted him. The same with Chuck. It was Chuck, not his
manly posterior that called out to him. Friendly pheromones, perhaps?
Then there was his roommate, Robin. It didn’t take long
for word to reach LOL’s ears that Robin was the campus queer. The place where a
guy went when his girl got him all hot and bothered but wouldn’t put out. Lyle
got more than one veiled suggestion that he must be “well taken care of,” but
the insinuations were flat-out untrue. He had no feeling for or reaction to
Robin. It didn’t bother him that his roommate actively sought relationships
with other guys. LOL analyzed Robin’s anatomy, something he was unaccustomed to
doing, and decided the guy was attractive. But not to him, despite Robin’s
obvious interest in him.
By the end of the semester, he’d bedded Sarah and Chuck
and a couple of other students. When he took the time to analyze his
relationships, he realized he’d received an immense amount of pleasure from each
coupling… except for one. Then he considered his confederates in the unions and
was surprised. Chuck was pretty, beautiful really, Sara was handsome in a
feminine way. One of the others was a pudgy guy with a pleasing air, and
another was a butch girl with an aggressive way. He considered each, not only
as a lover, but also as a friend.
The one that hadn’t worked out? He'd allowed Robin to
overcome his better judgment once. His roommate was handsome, capable, and very
skilled, but once the assignation was over, Lyle asked for another roommate.
But by then, he had his answer. He knew who he was… or at
least what he was. He was sexually attracted to people, not gender, not looks,
not personality… but sympathetic people who hit him as genuine individuals.
Like he said. Pheromones calling to pheromones, not body parts calling to body
parts.
He was a pan.
*****
As
I say above, the pansexual concept is something new to me. I know one
individual who so identifies himself and know of a couple of others. The
character study above is my attempt to express my understanding of the idea.
I’m sure readers will point out where I’m wrong.
Please
get a copy of my latest book, The Lovely
Pines, and provide feedback on
the novel. If you do read the book, please post a review on Amazon. Each one
helps.
As
previously noted, The Bisti Business was
named as a finalist in the New Mexico-Arizona Book Awards in two categories:
Best Mystery and Best Gay Book. Sadly, the book took no prize in either category.
Now
my mantra: Keep on reading. Keep on
writing. You have something to say… so say it.
If
you would like to drop me a line, my personal links follow:
Facebook:
www.facebook.com/donald.travis.982
Twitter:
@dontravis3
Here
are some buy links to the Lovely Pines,
which (as noted) was released on August 28:
Abaddon’s
Locusts is scheduled for release on January 22, 2019, and the first draft of The Voxlightner Scandal is about 95
percent completed.
See
you next week.
Don
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