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

Filing 60

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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I'm afraid) against his grip as we rolled on the sand and I finally
pinioned him on his back, astride him, my hands holding his arms.
He looked up at me. "Uncle," he whispered.

I released his arms. They glided around my neck, pulling my
head down to his. I stretched full length on top of him, our heads
touching. Our heavy breathing from the struggle gradually subsided. I felt my penis grow hard against his body, and, pressed
against mine, I felt his grow hard too. I raised my head and looked
at his face. He was looking at me. After a long moment I lowered my head till our lips touched. And held.
Then I moved over on my side next to him, and my hand reached
down, slowly, until I touched the flesh of his cock. It stiffened
still more and Jamie's hips stirred. I felt a wonder. I had caused this
to happen in someone else. Someone else felt as I did. I wasn't
alone. There was Jamie. And now we had our secret.
We shared the wonder of that secret, touching, exploring, re-

sponding, till we heard voices-adult voices-calling our names.
We clutched each other, then scrambled to the hiding place of the

overhanging embankment and lay absolutely still, pressed against
each other, our heartbeats racing.

The voices passed into the distance.
"I guess it's late," I said. "We better get dressed."
"Yeah. I guess so."
We drew apart. We dressed in silence, not looking at each other,
gathered up our fishing gear, and trudged back to the hoteL. We

didn't Säy much of anything to ~ach other. All I could think of
were those voices, the voices that had wrenched us apart as surely
as those adult hands might have done. What we had done was
wrong-to them-and if they ever found out. . . ?
I glanced at Jamie, staring straight ahead as we walked. Would
he tell? What if his parents made him tell or tricked him into
admitting what we had done? Would his mother tell my n10ther?
And would one of them tell the hotel manager?
Suddenly that slender body walking shoulder to shoulder beside me was an ominous, dangerous thing.

As we walked up the steps of the hotel, I saw Jamie look at me,
and there was fear in his eyes. "You're not going to tell, are you?"
I shook my head violently.

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David Leavitt
Born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, in 1961, David Leavitt is the
author of Family Dancing (a collection of short stories) and Equal
Affections and The Lost Language of Cranes (both novels). /n
the passage below, from The Lost Language of Cranes, Philip
Benjamin, the novel's central character, and his boyfriend, Eliot, are
describing their respective experiences growing up gay. Eliot, who
was raised by two g(~y men named Derek and Geoffrey, advises Philip
to consider the costs as well as the benefts of telling his parents that
he is gay.

"H

ow old were you 'whcn Derek and

Geoffrey found out that you were gay?" Philip asked Eliot. It was
four in the morning, and they were lying on the blue futon, nowhere ncar sleep.

"Oh, let's see," Eliot said, stretching his arms out behind his
head. "I guess it must have been-but no." He smiled. "Thc thing
is, with Derek and Geoffrey, I'd only havc had to coine out if I
was straight. Comc to think of it, I don't think I ever actually did
come out to them. I just remember, when I was twelve or so,
Derek walking into my room and finding me making out with
Timmy Musseo. And he just said excuse me and closed the door."
Philip's jaw dropped. "You were making out with boys when
you were twelve?"

"Eleven," Eliot said. "Geoffrey and Derek only found out when
I was twelve."
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The Lost Languageof Cranes

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"Then how old were you when you first had sex?"
Eliot shrugged. "I'm not sure," he said. "How do you define
sex? If orgasm is the criterion, twelve. If anal or oral penetration
is necessary, fifteen."
"And was that with Timmy Nlusseo?"

"No, no," Eliot said. "Timmy Nlusseo had a girlfriend by that
time. Nly first experience was with a much older man, a friend of
Derek's. He and Geoffrey never found out about it. Probably they
still don't know."
"1-Iow old is older?"

"Oh, let's see," Eliot said. "\Vhen I was fifteen, he must have
been twenty-nine, thirty. My age now. I-Ie came and stayed with
me at the hollse whenever Derek and Geoffrey went away."
"Did he seduce you?"

"I seduced him," Eliot said, and laughed. "Oh, he \vanted to
for as long as I did. But I think he was afraid Derek would
send
him up for statutory rape or something. I was irresistible at fif-

teen. I kept asking him to give me massages, playing the little
nubile waif. And finally-well, he couldn't hold back anymore."

I-Ie sighed. "It was a wild night. vVe did everything."

. Philip's mouth was dry. "When I was that age," he said, "-well,
I never would have dreamed, no matter how much I might have
wanted to-" But he knew enough about Eliot's childhood in that
rambling brownstone on vVest Thirteenth Street to know that it
was about as different from his own as you could get. Eliot had
been raised not by normal parents, after all, but by two men, by
Derek IVloulthorp, the famous writer, and his lover, Geoffrey Ba-

con. \Vhen Philip imagined him as a child, he was lying in a brocaded canopied bed, having stories read to him by Colleen

Dewhurst, but now the fantasy changed, and it was a young n1an
with long brown hair, dressed in an unbuttoned tuxedo shirt, who
sat leaning over Eliot in his bed, running his hand languidly through
Eliot's hair.

"I just can't imagine," Philip said, "having that kind of selfknowledge, that kind of. . . wherewithal, at fifteen. At fifteen I
was just discovering pornography. I didn't have sex until college."

"Everyone's different," Eliot said, "depending on their back-

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dotted Hanes underwear, the kind that I have at home. They come
in a three-pack with a matching blue pair and a matching white
pair. She lies down on her floor and pulls her underwear off over
her butt, and tells me to spank her because she's the baby and I'm

the mommy. It seems kind of weird and she yells at me to do it.
Then she makes me be the baby and she spanks me, too. She tells

me that I should learn how to French-kiss because boys always do
that, so she kisses me and puts her tongue in my mouth. I roll my

tongue hot-dog style, because that is fun.
Her mommy drives me home, and in the backseat of her white
car Katie Frenches me again.
We are in second grade now, and Katie still makes me practice
Frenching her. It feels weird and kind of slimy. I am visiting Katie,
and she has a new bike for her birthday. She is living in a new apartment and they don't have a good backyard. The whole thing is
made out of cement and they share it with the house behind theirs.
She rides her bike around the stones and falls. She breaks her wrist

and tells everyone in our dance class that I did it. My mother says
I can't talk to Katie anymore and I don't mind.
Two. Jill Sobule.

I am thirteen and my soul bleeds poetry. I hate the world and the
world hates me. I want to start saving change so I can get my own
apartment instead of living with my stupid parents. They think they
know everything about me and can tell me what to do. I hate them.

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My best friend is Nicole now. It used to be Kim, but she's so annoying. N ¡cole moved here last year. I sleep over at her house almost every weekend, because my dad doesn't let me have friends

over. Sometimes we skip schooL. I'm really good at faking my
mom's handwriting. Once I wrote a note saying that I had to get
my wisdom teeth out that afternoon. They didn't even notice. Then
I ju'st walked over to Nicole's, and we flipped her couch upside
down and watched her dad's porn, which was weird.

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