Parents, Families, and Friends of Lesbians and Gays, Inc. et al v. Camdenton R-III School District et al

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REPLY SUGGESTIONS to motion re 6 MOTION for preliminary injunction , 33 MOTION to dismiss case (Surreply Suggestions) filed by David A. Cortman on behalf of Amicus Alliance Defense Fund. (Attachments: # 1 Exhibit 1 Part 1, # 2 Exhibit 1 Part 2, # 3 Exhibit 1 Part 3, # 4 Exhibit 1 Part 4)(Related document(s) 6 , 33 ) (Cortman, David)

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Although she was supportive of me, I also feel like she shouldn't
have said that I shouldn't tell my dad, because I should have. I did
need to tell him; I was living with him then. And I was at a stage
where I was out at high school and I was ready to start getting politicall y active and become involved with the gay community on that
level, do speaking panels and go around with schools and stuff like
that. So there was one night when I stayed at my boyfriend's house. I

lost my virginity to him a couple weeks before that, and so I stayed at
his house, and I was feeling good when I went home the next day. It
was the first time that I actually spent the night there and stayed the
whole night. So I went home and I was in a great mood. I guess my
dad had called there and talked to my boyfriend, because I had left the

number of where I was staying. He asked, "Is Steven gay?" And I
said, "No." I left and I went to work, and I called my mom; I was
really freaked out, but I just knew I had to tell him. I had actually
planned on coming out to him that day, but this was even before he
asked me if Steven was gay. I had been planning it. I thought, "Omigod, he's gonna ask me before I can even tell him!" So I called my
mom and she came and met me on my lunch break; then after my
lunch break, she went over to his apartment and told him that I'm gay.
So he had the chance to calm down and adjust to it until I got off work.
Then, that night, my mom, my mom's husband, my dad, and myself
met at IHOP, or someplace like that, and we talked. I was crying. I was

really scared. My dad was being very supportive, and he was saying,
"It's okay." Just totally the opposite of what I expected. My dad's
girlfriend didn't come though. He said that she was mad at me because
I hadn't told her and I hadn't opened up to her. But everything I would
say to her in confidence, she would repeat to him. I couldn't risk
telling her first. She betrayed my confidence right after that when I sat
down with her and talked to her about it all, but asked her not to repeat
certain things to my dad; then later I found out that she had told him
things. I went to my house and I got some clothes and I went out to my
boyfriend's house and hung out there for a while. Then I went down to
my mom's house to stay with her.
My dad was being a little weird, saying, "Well, you don't have to
flaunt it," and all this stuff. He was really just being down on me being

totally out. I lied when I went to the Sonoma County Gay Pride
Parade. I marched in it. That was my first parade. But I didn't tell my

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thousand feet-holds a mystery for me, a sense of wonder in its
mass and presence that stays with me stilL. I wondered what it
looked like, snowcapped in winter. Was it likc Mount Olympus?
Did strange Indian gods live up there? Would thcy descend, like

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Zeus and Aphrodite, Ares and I-Iermes, to mix their divinity with
merc humans? Looking at Mount Marcy, I felt even less than mere
human. I'd retreat into the nearby forests to find my scale.
Nly favorite place was a flat rock beside a stream. I was reading

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Howard Pyle's Robin flood that summer, and all around me was
Sherwood Forest. I'd leave the hotel after breakfast, clutching my
book, and wend my way along the crunching forcst floor and be-

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Friar Tuck established the primacy of churchly virility.
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the woods, sniffing on a rosc. I felt a surgc of cxcitcmcnt, just

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Who else?
I stared about the dining room in a kind of panic. No, it couldn't
be! It was just us two.' That was alL. No one else. . . .

Strange how all foreboding vanished when I first caught sight of

Jamie checking into the hotel with his mother and father. The

desire I felt for him was sudden and electric. Maybe it was those

eyes, big and watchful and direct, that answered my look at him

and held steady for a long moment. I wanted to go over to him
right then, but there was such a bustle of clerks and bellhops and

luggage I held back. But I knew I'd know him and I wondered
how long he would be staying at the hoteL.

I watched him cross the lobby to the elevator. He was about
my age, but slightly built, and he walked with a spring to his
step. I-lis hair was dark and he wore it somewhat longer than
people did in those days. I wanted to tousle it. Just before he got
onto the elevator, he looked at me again with a hesitant smile, and
I smiled back.
At dinner that evening I watched for him in the dining room.

By the time we were halfway through the main course, I was
beginning to panic. He hadn't appeared. My eyes kept prowling

the dining room, checking one familiar face after another. Why
didn't he come? Maybe he was sick or something. Maybe they
had gone someplace else to have dinner. Maybe. . . Maybe . . .

The waitress was clearing the main course at our table when
Jamie and his n10ther and father came into the dining room and
were directed to a table just two tables away from ours. I saw
Jamie maneuver himself so that he could see me out of the corner
of his eye.

I ate my dessert slowly and peacefully. Things, I felt, were
going to be all right.
That night after dinner, I skipped being page boy to the hotel

manager's royal progress to the veranda and ghosted around the

lobby, listening to someone play the grand piano. The next thing
I knew, Jamie was standing beside me, his eyes intent on the keyboard, his shoulder brushing, ever so lightly, against n1ine. I felt

a lightheaded rush of excitement, my mouth went dry, and I

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couldn't think of anything to say. But in a few minutes, Jamie

shifted on his feet. His voice was low and close to my ear. "C'mon,
let's go down to the playground."

"Sure," I said, and we looked each other full in the eye.
It wasn't much of a playground. Just a slide, some swings, and
a jungle gym. But we clambered up to the top of the jungle gym,
sat there under the panoply of the evening sky, and talked about

things, just like we'd been friends for years.
For the next week Jamie and I were inseparable. We went hik-

ing in the woods and discovered caves. We swam in the hotel's
outdoor swimming pooL. We went fishing where the stream became a deep pool in a forested area just behind the hoteL.

All the while, I was acutely conscious of Jamie's body. The
wiry tension of his muscles. The bony structure of his face. At
the same time, his cherubic lips and the gentle fleshiness of his
buttocks. As we changed in the dressing room by the swimming
pool, I glanced very quickly to find out what his genitals looked
like, but his back was turned to me as he slipped on his

trunks.

Still I knew I'd find out, somehow.

At the end of the week, it happened. It was a warm day, and in
the late afternoon we decided to go fishing at the stream, promis-

ing our parents we'd be home before supper. We got out our rods,
lines, and hooks and settled down by an overhanging embankment
by the pool to wait for a Big One. We waited and waited, but the

Big One was not hungry. Not even the little ones were hungry.
Overhead, the trees seemed heavy in the heat, and the silence
surrounded us like a cloak. I felt us inexpressibly isolated, as if
Jamie and I were the only two people in the world. We could

share whispered secrets and no one would know. I wanted to tell
him. . . . What did I want to tell him? I wanted to touch him.

. . . Why did I want to touch him? And I didn't dare think of
where I would touch him, or what would happen if I did. Yet he
was sitting there, just inches away from me!
Jamie stirred, and pulled up his line. "There aren't any fish in
the pool today. C'mon, let's take a swim."
"At the hotel?"

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"It's getting late."
"We got time."
I felt my pulse quicken. "We don't have trunks."
"Who needs trunks? There's nobody around." And he looked

at me with those big eyes. Panic surged in me. The secret? Did
he know? Could he tell? Would it show?
I tried to sound reluctant. "Okay. If you want."
His voice was soft. "C'mon, let's do it."
I remember the fright I felt when there was no more to take off
but my underpants, the strange sense of relief when I stood naked
by the shadowed pool, the throat-tightening excitement of seeing
Jamie's slight lithe body, as naked as mine.
We tucked our clothes under the embankment. Then, with a
whoop, Jamie dived into the pooL. I stood on the pool's edge,
watched Jamie's body squirming beneath the water's surface, and
felt my penis begin to harden.
Jamie broke surface with a splash and looked at me. A quick
grin crossed his face. "Dive in! It's great!"
I glanced down and saw that my cock was fully erected. I began
to swim. The chill of the water mercifully shriveled me. But he'd
seen me; I knew that. Was that why he'd grinned? And what was
he thinking when he grinned? Or was he just enjoying the swim?

We swam around for a while. Jamie would do surface dives in
the deep parts of the pool, his buttocks rearing above the water as
he plunged down and then disappearing beneath the shimmer. I'd

never know where he was going to come up. Once I felt a light
touch on my leg and he came up right beside me, laughing in a
burst of spume.
The chill of the water was beginning to get to me. I got out of
the water and sat on a little patch of sand by the embankment.
"What's the matter?" Jamie asked.

"I'm cold."

Jamie swam over to where I was sitting and started out of the

water. But he stumbled on a rock and fell sprawling across my
knees. He looked up at me, his eyes mischievous. "C'mon, we'll

wrestle. That'll warm you up." He grabbed me around the neck
and pushed me back on the sand. The warmth of his body sent
chills through mine. I struggled (although not very convincingly,

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